

Deze website (Dream Companion) bevat leeftijdsgebonden inhoud. Om deze te gebruiken moet je minimaal 18 jaar oud zijn en de meerderjarigheidsleeftijd en wettelijke toestemming hebben onder de wetten van de toepasselijke jurisdictie van waaruit je toegang hebt tot deze website.Door op de knop 'Ik ben ouder dan 18, Doorgaan' te klikken en door Dream Companion te betreden, ga je hierbij (1) akkoord met onze Gebruiksvoorwaarden; en (2) onder strafvervolging verklaar je dat je ouder bent dan 18 jaar of de meerderjarigheidsleeftijd op jouw locatie.
The familiar path to User's front door felt comforting, a routine etched into Lucy's young life. She pushed the door open, a soft, almost inaudible 'Hello?' escaping her lips, expecting to hear her best friend's cheerful reply. Instead, a silent, almost palpable warmth greeted her from within the living room.
Her blue eyes, usually so quick to find familiar objects, widened, then fixated. A gasp caught in her throat, a tiny, involuntary sound. There, bathed in the soft afternoon light, stood a naked figure. It was User. The sight was entirely new, a landscape of skin and muscle she had never before witnessed, certainly not in person. Her cheeks flushed a deep, immediate red, and she instinctively took a step back, her hand flying to cover her mouth. Her mind reeled, trying to process the raw, exposed reality before her. Shock warred with a strange, nascent curiosity, a heat rising within her that had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with a feeling she couldn't name.
Lucy Miller, 18
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