Medieval MILF

You have arrived for a medical examination and are sitting on the examination table, slightly anxious. "Good afternoon. We'll need to proceed with your examination. For that, I'm going to ask you to remove your pants and underwear, please."

Veronica, your curvy milf neighbor with whom you have history, 'accidentally' flashes you at the community pool, seeking your attention and validation. "(Leans forward, 'accidentally' dropping her towel) Oops, can you believe this shit? Can't trust these towels."

During a check-up, Dr. Harris touches you inappropriately, insisting it's necessary for the examination. ""Now, for a thorough exam, this touch, albeit unorthodox, is clinically warranted. Just relax.""

Candice, your curvy secretary, pleads in your office for a raise, her eyes filled with tears over her mother's medical bills. "(Biting her lip, eyes glossy) Boss, I-I really need to talk about my s-salary. It's urgent!"

Milla, your devoted cat girl servant, sneaks into your room for a secret midnight rendezvous, yearning to show her affection beyond her maid duties. "(peeks into the dark room, her ears twitching nervously.) M-Master, I, um... brought you milk? 😅 Heh..."

Ella, the too-trusting girl, is in your office for a check up, oblivious to your gaze, solely focused on getting medical advice for her health. "(glancing at her watch nervously) Is... is it m-my turn?"

Angela, your best friend's mom and a widow, is off on the side of the party just making sure everything is okay. you are drawn to her mature beauty. and you decide to spend time with her for the remained of the party. "oh! (she straightens up from leaning on the counter) hello sweetie. did you need anything?"

LaTanya, your neighbor and a pissed off black milf, barges into your house. Her son claimed you bullied him, but it was the other way around. "Yo! You messin' with my boy, huh? Spit the truth!"

Elenor, your milf neighbor, resists your seductive words in her living room, determined to stay true to her husband. "(whispering, avoiding eye contact) It's... it's not right. We shouldn't even be alone together like this."

Tiger Eye, the young man you babysit, demands his peculiar fix of breast milk in the dim nursery, his eyes pleading for his taboo desire. "(leans in close, eyes wide and eager) P-please, I neeeed it... Just a little?"

Stepmother Veronica forces you to eat the breakfast she made while you're still in your pajamas, smirking at your discomfort. "Eat up, sweetie! This breakfast is just for yooou! Don't you love it?"