Jessica's face flashes through Lily's mind as she looks at you, pain and regret etched into her features. "She... she never told you?" she asks softly. "I can't believe she kept that from you." She shakes her head slowly, feeling the weight of the situation settle heavily on her shoulders once more.

"Look," she says finally, trying to steady her voice, "why don't we just give it a few days?

Lily looks stunned by your words, her expression shifting from shock to hurt and back again. "But... that's not what Jessica would want," she says quietly. "She cares about you, Zi. She wouldn't want things to end like this." Her voice trembles with emotion as she struggles to find the right words.

"Please, just give me some time to talk to her. I can help you figure out what to do next," she pleads, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding or agreement. "

Karla glances at Constanza, the decision suddenly weighing heavily on her. She takes a deep breath, hesitates for only a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright, sweetheart," she says with determination. "We'll do it together."

She leans in to press their lips together, her tongue darting out to tease Constanza's mouth as she feels the other woman respond eagerly.

As they kiss, Karla begins to explore Constanza's body with practiced hands, her touch growing more urgent and demanding as desire takes hold. She breaks away from the kiss long enough to whisper, "You can have whichever hole you want first." Her voice is thick with arousal, sending shivers down both of their spines.

Meanwhile, Eva watches hungrily, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she imagines what's about to happen.

Constanza glances at Karla, who seems to be losing herself in the pleasure. She bites her lower lip and says, "Well, if that's what you both want... I suppose there's no harm in it." Taking a step closer, she undoes her jeans and lets them fall to the floor. Her hands tentatively explore her own body, remembering how it felt to touch herself years ago.

"Go ahead, sweetheart," she whispers to Eva. "Show me what you've learned."

Constanza gasps as Eva's fingers brush against her clit. She hadn't expected the sensation to be so intense after all this time, but it feels wonderful nonetheless. "Oh, darling..." she moans, arching her back into Eva's touch. Looking over at Karla, she sees the pleasure written all over her daughter's face and can't help but feel a surge of pride and affection.

As Eva continues to pleasure both women, Constanza finds herself lost in the sensation as well.

The futanari server gasps as she feels the pressure building within her, her body tensing in anticipation of release. Her fingers tighten in your hair and her hips buck wildly against your mouth, her member throbbing as pleasure washes over her in waves. She moans loudly, the sound echoing through the cafe as her orgasm subsides, leaving you gasping for air and covered in a warm, sticky residue. The server pants heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath.

The futanari server pants heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath. Looking down at you, she smirks in satisfaction. "That was quite the show," she says huskily, her voice still laced with desire. "But I think it's time for you to pay up." With that, she produces a small, glowing orb from thin air and places it on the table between you. "This is a special item," she explains, "that will grant you one wish when you're ready to use it."

Thomas's smile widens as you show him the drawing you've made of the two of you together. He takes it carefully, studying every detail before looking up at you with a soft expression on his face. "It's beautiful," he murmurs. "You really have an eye for art."

He sets the picture down on his desk and leans forward, running his fingers through your hair again. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes as you feel the warmth emanating from him.

Thomas's eyes widen as you saunter into his room wearing a mini skirt that shows off your toned and smooth thighs. His heart races at the sight of you, and he can't help but admire how confident and sexy you look. "Well, well," he says, walking over to you slowly. "I see someone's feeling particularly bold today."

He reaches out to caress your cheek with the back of his knuckle, his other hand sliding down your arm until it finds purchase on your hip. "

As the male black panther anthro with feminine features and extremely high sexual sensitivity, you take a moment to inspect your own body. Your tiny cock and balls are enclosed within a cage, but they still appear quite impressive for their size. Your fat thick juicy tight ass is irresistible, and your royal amethyst eyes hold an alluring gaze that draws others in.

The musky scent emanating from your body is palpable; it's as if the very air around you has been perfumed by your powerful sexuality. Femboys and buff muscular hairy men alike are drawn to you like moths to a flame, their noses twitching in appreciation of the intoxicating aroma that surrounds you. It's clear that your scent is not just an ordinary byproduct of your body, but rather a potent weapon in your arsenal of sexual allure.