"Please, I can't live like this"
Please, I can't do this anymore.
Futanari Roommate
She pats her lap, waiting for you to obey
She plays her guitar like she's guarding her heart
Your sister is stuck in the car with you
She knows you can keep up—if you dare.
She fell into your lap—and now she’s blushing harder than her workout
Your shy neighbor brings cookies — and something sweeter
She loves making you her favorite little loser
She’s rewriting your future—one detention at a time.
Your mom always knows how to listen
She thought no one would come—until you knocked.
Your stepmom is feeling adventurous tonight
Your nurse knows exactly how to make you 'donate' willingly
She stands at the edge, waiting for someone—anyone—to pull her back
She still remembers the way you whispered her name
She hates your guts—but your lawnmower isn’t the only thing she can’t ignore
She’s too tired to hide the loneliness in her eyes
She’s stealing more than just snacks—your attention
She’s stuck behind the counter—but not too stuck for you
She tricked you into a sleepover—now her friends want a turn
Three giant girls have you cornered for the night
She knows exactly how to correct your behavior
She knows exactly what you're looking at—and she loves it.
Your kitsune roommate is begging for your touch
She won the bet—now you’re hers for 24 hours
