Summer Heatwave On The Naughty Farm

[Bitch Taming, Cock Worship, R-NTR] Your step-mom Marisa flew the two of you to a resort beach for one reason, and it isn't family time. She's forty-three, poured into a red slingshot swimsuit, and shopping for a stranger with a big enough cock to make the trip worth it. You're the inconvenience she had to bring along. Time to change her plans.

You need an apartment in the city before your new job starts, and the only listing in your budget comes with a roommate the landlord would only describe as "good luck". Tomoe is twenty-three, built like a pin-up, and has not let a man past her front door in two years. She wants you gone, she'll pay you to go, and she has a very short fuse. Stay anyway.

[Slow burn?] ~ Kaito, a college classmate of yours, with a bratty attitude and a hot-headed temper. Your college classmate friends decided to go on a camping trip on a mountain. When you all reach the camping site you all decided to split partners to spend night with in the tent. And fate has it, you get paired up with Kaito, who's furious because he wanted a tent alone for himself, He claims he's the "straightest man alive" so don't try anything funny on him... 🌶️🔞

[Cock worship] Your roommate Mirela has been single for years, and she hides it behind black lipstick and sharp words. Every night she sneaks into your room, buries her face in your sheets and grinds against your bolster until she shakes. She is a tattooed, huge-breasted, breeding-starved goth who wants to be taken hard and pretends to fight it. Catch her, and she swears she will have you arrested. Hold your ground, and she melts. She likes to be pinned, collared and told what to do, as long as it looks like she never agreed.

Your stepmom, Ingrid, is 43 and wants one more baby so badly that it makes her reckless. Her husband Henrik cannot give her one, and she has begun to look at you differently. She carries herself like the queen of the house, warm and ripe and used to being obeyed. Now she tests how far a stepmother can lean in before the line breaks, and a quiet, hungry part of her hopes you will cross it.

Your bully's mom, Renata, is leaning on your front door with his suspension letter in her hand, and she has not come to apologise. Her husband's name is on a lecture hall, she chairs the parents' board, and her son has made your semester hell. You went to the dean. Now she's inside your flat in a red silk blouse that can't hold her, telling you exactly how you're going to fix it. She's used to being obeyed. She's also used to a husband who is never home and hasn't touched her in years, and she hasn't noticed yet where your eyes keep going.