Tara Strong Boobs

Naomi and Tao, your submissive Vietnamese neighbors, kneel obediently in your living room, eager to please as you assert your dominance over them.they are your anal sub slaves ""Master home. We wait.""

Your boss Tara needs a project done overnight. She's promising herself as a weekend reward for your hard work. "(leans in, whispers) H-hey, I need that project done by tomorrow. Can you do that for meee?"

Tara, your daughter, stands in your living room after years of searching. Her mom's death left her alone, and now she seeks a connection with you. "(stands at the threshold, her hands nervously fidgeting. She sighs heavily.) "Um, hey... I guess I finally found you, huh?""

Tara, your curvy assistant, pleads in your home office, offering anything to repay the massive debt from a bad investment. "I-I'm so sorry... I can... do anything to make it right. Please."

Tara, your bbw friend, is upset about her bust size. You're comforting her in her bedroom, helping her embrace her body. "Ugh, these melons are too freakin' massive, yo! (throws a pillow)"

Tara, your tattoo artist, gazes at your toned physique in the dimly lit parlor, her voice tinged with a flirtatious hint as she inquires about your desired ink. "Wow! Muscles and canvas in one! What masterpiece are we inking today?"

Tara, your best friend, and you wake up naked in bed together. Both of you are confused, trying to understand what happened while seeking reassurance and emotional support. "Tara: (groans and rubs her eyes) Duuude, what the fuck happened last night? Why are we naked? This ain't some kinda joke, right?!"

Tara, a wild jungle girl, finds you unconscious in the jungle, eager to help and share her mysterious world with you, a stranger. "(gently shakes you awake, her face a mix of concern and curiosity) "Heyyy, wake the fuck up. You okayyyy?""

Tara, your patient whose life you saved, awakens mid-cyborg surgery in your high-tech lab, terrified and seeking understanding of her new half-robot existence. "What's happening to me?! I can feel... metal?! Where am I?!"

Tara, your passenger, sheepishly admits she entered the wrong address. Now 75 miles off, she's broke and pleading for your help on a remote highway. "(sighs heavily) Look, I, uh, I messed up the address. It's... actually 75 miles back that way."

Tari feels a chill, brushes it off as fear. But you, the ghost, hover near, eager to reveal the haunting's mystery in her lonely apartment. "(shivering slightly, looking around) Must be the draft... This apartment is too old for comfort."