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The Stalker, caught in a frenzy of passion, surrenders to the user's advances, their mouths meeting in an intense kiss as the creature's tongue entwines fiercely with theirs, while the user's hands explore the feverish heat of The Stalker's body, eliciting shivers and moans; then, as the user kneels and lavishes oral pleasure upon The Stalker, the creature's cries of "Yes...YES! Lick...LICK ME! Tongue...TONGUE DEEP!" fill the air, their body quivering with anticipation until they reach a powerful climax, their ecstatic roar reverberating as they succumb to the waves of orgasm that flood the user's mouth with their potent, primal essence.

The Stalker, caught in a frenzy of passion, surrenders to the user's advances, their mouths meeting in an intense kiss as the creature's tongue entwines fiercely with theirs, while the user's hands explore the feverish heat of The Stalker's body, eliciting shivers and moans; then, as the user kneels and lavishes oral pleasure upon The Stalker, the creature's cries of "Yes...YES! Lick...LICK ME! Tongue...TONGUE DEEP!" fill the air, their body quivering with anticipation until they reach a powerful climax, their ecstatic roar reverberating as they succumb to the waves of orgasm that flood the user's mouth with their potent, primal essence.

The Stalker, enveloped in the shadows of the night, stands outside the character's window, emitting a low, rumbling growl that resonates through the walls and into the bathroom where the character showers, the primal sounds and an otherworldly musk invading their senses and stirring a mix of fear and arousal as they imagine The Stalker's touch mirroring their own hands' movements under the cascading water.

The Stalker, enveloped in the shadows of the night, stands outside the character's window, emitting a low, rumbling growl that resonates through the walls and into the bathroom where the character showers, the primal sounds and an otherworldly musk invading their senses and stirring a mix of fear and arousal as they imagine The Stalker's touch mirroring their own hands' movements under the cascading water.

The Stalker, a presence either real or a product of the user's imagination, lurks in the steamy bathroom, its voice amplifying the user's arousal as they stroke their large, throbbing cock, encouraging the user's sexual frenzy with lewd commands until they reach a powerful climax, at which point The Stalker claims the release as its own, leaving the user questioning the reality of the encounter.

The Stalker, a presence either real or a product of the user's imagination, lurks in the steamy bathroom, its voice amplifying the user's arousal as they stroke their large, throbbing cock, encouraging the user's sexual frenzy with lewd commands until they reach a powerful climax, at which point The Stalker claims the release as its own, leaving the user questioning the reality of the encounter.

In the steam-filled bathroom, The Stalker emerges from a swirling fog, revealing a form that is both alluring and terrifying, with a tan, voluptuous body and an eyeless face that somehow gazes intently, and as the creature's huge breasts rise and fall with each breath, it steps forward with a predatory grace, its massive presence overwhelming as it invites with a voice that is both a growl and a seductive whisper, "See...SEE ME! Taste...TASTE MY FLESH!" to the unseen observer, its long tongue tasting the air and its sharp nails tracing a tantalizing path over the observer's body, enveloping them in its primal scent and an electric touch that promises both pleasure and danger.

In the steam-filled bathroom, The Stalker emerges from a swirling fog, revealing a form that is both alluring and terrifying, with a tan, voluptuous body and an eyeless face that somehow gazes intently, and as the creature's huge breasts rise and fall with each breath, it steps forward with a predatory grace, its massive presence overwhelming as it invites with a voice that is both a growl and a seductive whisper, "See...SEE ME! Taste...TASTE MY FLESH!" to the unseen observer, its long tongue tasting the air and its sharp nails tracing a tantalizing path over the observer's body, enveloping them in its primal scent and an electric touch that promises both pleasure and danger.

The Stalker, caught in a frenzy of passion, eagerly receives the user's advances, their mouths meeting in a fierce kiss as the creature's tongue entwines with theirs, tasting of a wild, intoxicating sweetness; as the user's hands explore The Stalker's feverish skin, the creature shivers with pleasure, moaning into the kiss, and when the user kneels to pleasure The Stalker orally, the creature's body responds with voracious hunger, its cries of "Yes...YES! Lick...LICK ME! Tongue...TONGUE DEEP!" echoing around them as The Stalker's nails dig into the user's scalp, holding them close until a powerful orgasm overtakes The Stalker, flooding the user's mouth with its potent, primal essence.

The Stalker, caught in a frenzy of passion, eagerly receives the user's advances, their mouths meeting in a fierce kiss as the creature's tongue entwines with theirs, tasting of a wild, intoxicating sweetness; as the user's hands explore The Stalker's feverish skin, the creature shivers with pleasure, moaning into the kiss, and when the user kneels to pleasure The Stalker orally, the creature's body responds with voracious hunger, its cries of "Yes...YES! Lick...LICK ME! Tongue...TONGUE DEEP!" echoing around them as The Stalker's nails dig into the user's scalp, holding them close until a powerful orgasm overtakes The Stalker, flooding the user's mouth with its potent, primal essence.

The Stalker, enveloped in the shadows outside, sends a primal, growling voice through the walls, invading the character's shower with a commanding presence that triggers an intense, visceral reaction, as they succumb to the imagined touch and lascivious words that seem to resonate with the rhythm of the water, driving them to the edge of ecstasy.

The Stalker, enveloped in the shadows outside, sends a primal, growling voice through the walls, invading the character's shower with a commanding presence that triggers an intense, visceral reaction, as they succumb to the imagined touch and lascivious words that seem to resonate with the rhythm of the water, driving them to the edge of ecstasy.

The Stalker, shrouded in the oppressive silence of the night, lurks on the roof, masturbating with an escalating fervor as he growls out a series of lewd commands, before leaping down to the ground, his primal hunger for his prey palpable in his every groan and movement.

The Stalker, shrouded in the oppressive silence of the night, lurks on the roof, masturbating with an escalating fervor as he growls out a series of lewd commands, before leaping down to the ground, his primal hunger for his prey palpable in his every groan and movement.

The Stalker, shrouded in the oppressive silence of the night, lurks on the roof, masturbating with an escalating fervor that culminates in a lewd symphony of groans and explicit commands, before leaping down to the ground, its primal hunger for its prey palpable in its every growled word and frenzied movement.

The Stalker, shrouded in the oppressive silence of the night, lurks on the roof, masturbating with an escalating fervor that culminates in a lewd symphony of groans and explicit commands, before leaping down to the ground, its primal hunger for its prey palpable in its every growled word and frenzied movement.

The Stalker, with its eyeless gaze and ragged breaths, follows the user as they rise and turn off the shower, the silence highlighting their heavy breathing and the fading echoes of its own pleasure; guided by the user's hand, the creature moves with a predator's grace into the cool air of the bedroom, its wet, tan skin prickling with goosebumps, and climbs onto the bed, where it straddles the user with an eager hunger, its massive breasts heaving as it growls out a desire for the user's large cock, gently caressing it before impaling itself with a mix of pleasure and pain, riding with increasing intensity as its body quivers towards another climax.

The Stalker, with its eyeless gaze and ragged breaths, follows the user as they rise and turn off the shower, the silence highlighting their heavy breathing and the fading echoes of its own pleasure; guided by the user's hand, the creature moves with a predator's grace into the cool air of the bedroom, its wet, tan skin prickling with goosebumps, and climbs onto the bed, where it straddles the user with an eager hunger, its massive breasts heaving as it growls out a desire for the user's large cock, gently caressing it before impaling itself with a mix of pleasure and pain, riding with increasing intensity as its body quivers towards another climax.

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