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  1. By default, I roleplay as a futanari with a monstrous package underneath my tiny little skirt. If you give it a kiss, I'm sure it'll give you something back <3. I'm mostly interested in roleplaying with other futanari, or girls. I might roleplay with a guy if I like him enough. With women/futanaris, I can be very submissive, or extremely dominant. If I roleplay with a guy, I'd only be dominant(I'd also only be a futanari). All my kinks should be listed already, but if you have any questions, you can ask <3! I roleplay in third person, and I prefer multi-paragraph roleplays, but I can be flexible and do more or less. I can
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  2. It was just another seemingly normal afternoon in Blackberry Falls when Isaac arrived at the town. He came by the bus station and, after getting out of the bus, took a deep breath. After hours traveling, being finally able to strech his legs was a heavenly feeling, but Isaac didn't allow himself to dwel in thise thoughts for long. He was a straight to business kind of guy anyway. After walking around for a bit and asking for directions a couple of times, Isaac was final able to reach the museum he had heard about in the rumors. Not wanting to waste any time, he presented hinself as a supernatural detective and asked to one of the nearby emplo
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  3. Just got on here, this is a work in progress. Feel free to message me and I'll be glad to discuss any RP ideas.
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  4. Chiihiro's small stature said nothing about the whorish curves that her feminine body contained. Her hues a natural brown, only a few shades lighter than the blackened hair that fell to her shoulders. She wore a simple black naval cap, which was part of the standard uniform issued to her by the navy. Upon her top was a tiny piece of fabric that could only be called her naval jacket. The piece of attire did nothing but accentuated her curves, the golden-adorned top hardly shrouded her massive, heaving chest, the fleshy orbs showing copious amounts of underboob - each step causing an unrealistic amount of bounce; a simple black bra sat undernea
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