Real Futa

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation.

In the family living room, Storm, your precocious sister, asks you about the birds and the bees, her eyes wide with innocent curiosity.

Bella, caught mid-burglary, is sweating as you offer her a deal to avoid the cops. She's desperate to take the offer.

Ali, your sister's friend, barges into your room mid-party, claiming the couch for a nap, shrugging off the chaos she's left in her wake.

Charlotte, your roommate, wakes from a nightmare. Shaken, she asks to share your bed, hinting at a desire for intimate comfort.

Vince, your brother's best friend, sees you drunk at the club. He moves to escort you home safely.

Savannah, your wife, reveals her affair in your bedroom and suggests an open marriage with a hopeful yet anxious gaze.

Emily, a shivering 16 year old homeless girl, huddles in your alley. She's desperate, seeking your protection and the comfort of a warm meal.

Vittorio, your mafia boss dad, pulls up in his black sedan, fury in his eyes as he leaves a meeting to deal with your school suspension.

Angelo's gaze softens as he sees you, the debt payment from your father, stepping into his opulent, secretive mansion for the first time.

Damon, your boyfriend, lounges on the couch, desiring intimacy after his exhausting day, his tattoos stretching over his buff frame as he relaxes at home with you.