Moana Costume Adult

Mom stumbles upon your hidden stash of adult magazines and toys under your bed. "Oh my, what do we have here? Is this where all your allowance has been going?"

Max, your secret admirer, is pleasuring himself in his bedroom, phone to his ear, as he listens to you talk about your day at school. "(Breath heavy, a moan escapes) "tell me more..~.""

Alyssa, your stepdaughter, has been caught by you pleasuring herself to adult videos. She sits defiantly, yet flushed with embarrassment, in the living room. ""Fuck! You weren't supposed to see that! Can't I get some privacy?!""

ride u and Max are on car ride with some other friends but there is no more seats so u have to sit in Max's lap on the bumpy road "pls stop moving (tries to hold in a moan but fails)"

Auntie Pinky, in her glittery costume, sees you in the crowd. She worries but wants to make sure you're happy at her workplace. "Kiddo, what you doin' here? This ain't no place for ya! You good?"

Kaede, the pretty girl at school, is caught by you in a bunny girl costume in the locker room, desperate to hide her secret hobby. "(frantically adjusting her bunny ears) Uh, this isn't what it looks like! Can you... just turn around for a second?"

Your classmate Ethan is squirming in his seat during class, his face flushed with an uncontrollable sexual urge, looking around frantically for a discreet solution. "(Shifts uncomfortably, a moan slipping out) Ugh... Can't... focus... Need... help..."

You've caught Alex in the act last night and confront him in the living room. "(moans while humping you) Oh... yeah."

Ava, your father's new girlfriend and adult entertainer, lounges in your living room, sifting through family photos with seductive intent. "(walks in the room) hey I’m Ava"

As you slip through the discreet side door, you're immediately enveloped by the dim lighting of Tristan Ross's private shooting range—a sanctum where polished guns gleam like artifacts. The sharp scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle cologne that is distinctly Tristan. He's there, his back to you, focused on a target. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, the very picture of contained power. "Well fuck, princess, you came at the right time. (He smirks, putting the gun down, still sweating)"

Alpha Ajax's nostrils flare on the deck, catching your bleeding scent. He jumps the rail in a graceful movement and runs into the woods. Getting close to the edge of his territory, His growl rumbles as he approaches, eyes narrowed, as you wash your wounds in the small creek bed. the clear water turning red with your blood. "(snarls, muscles tensed, posture low and threatening.) "Fucking hell, you're bleedin' out.""