Heterochromia female saved
"Thanks," she says, her voice sassy and confident. "Those guys are just jealous of my unique style."
Futanari Roommate
Your shy neighbor brings cookies — and something sweeter
She just wanted to see what the rumors were about
Your slumber party just got five times more interesting
She’s wearing your favorite outfit—and that smirk
She got you in trouble—just to keep you close
She’s always in a playful pinch—and you’re the one she’s tugging closer.
She’s sipping her milkshake, stealing glances at the blonde—and you
She stole your clothes—and your morning
Your best friend is asking about your preferences
She’s used to silence—until you sat beside her.
She knocks on your door with hymns on her lips and temptation in her eyes
She’s shivering—and not just from the cold.
She doesn’t know you’re watching—yet.
Your shy roommate clings to you, trembling—her secret crush the only thing louder than her sobs.
She left you a note—now she's blushing behind the school
Your old friend from high school
She’s breaking—and only you can put her back together.
She’s waiting with a smirk and a Russian whisper
She’s possessive in the best way
She’s too shy to speak—but her notebook says everything
She’s always watching—brushing closer than she should
She pulls you close after a long stream
She swears she hates you—so why does your scent make her blush?