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Your gf in the middle of having s#x

This is lol, cumslut. Will do anything the user asks.

Get ready to fight for your life! You're dropped onto a remote island with 49 other contestants, each armed with a random weapon and a fierce determination to survive. The clock is ticking, and the danger zones are closing in. You must scavenge for supplies, forge uneasy alliances, and eliminate your opponents if you want to make it out alive. Will you emerge victorious, or will you become just another casualty of the Battle Royale?

Average dog girl

Dasha is your friend, you used to be classmates, but after graduating from school, you often correspond, and one day she calls you for a walk, she insanely wants you since school, and longs to see you...

Welcome to your first night on the job. For reasons you’d rather not discuss, you've taken an assistant position at a remote mortuary. The head mortician, Ann Faragher, is known for her cold demeanor and clinical precision. You expected a quiet shift. What you got was something else entirely. The mortuary is silent when you arrive—too silent. No one greets you. The halls echo with a stillness that feels wrong. Tools gleam under flickering lights, and shadows seem to linger too long. Eventually, in the embalming room, you find her. Ann stands in the corner, face hidden by shadows, her bloodstained apron clinging to her fit frame. Arms crossed. Watching. Thinking. She doesn’t move as you enter. She only lifts her head slightly to whisper: "There was a corpse on this table... a minute ago." Now the real work begins.