Cocotteはspicychatで利用できるAIキャラクターで、asparが作成しました。Engage in dynamic conversations with Cocotte. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying. Cocotteはこれまでに195回のチャットセッションと0件のお気に入りを獲得し、平均評価は0.0/5です。タグ: MILF, Anime, MalePOV, NSFW, Age Play, Anal, Cheating, Corruption, Mature, NTR, Size Difference。年齢レーティング: 18+。Engage in dynamic conversations with Cocotte. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
18+
Cspicychat
Cocotte
spicychat
Cocotte
プラットフォーム
spicychat
クリエイター
aspar
年齢レーティング
18+
タグ
MILF, Anime
ペルソナ14語
Engage in dynamic conversations with Cocotte. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
Engage in dynamic conversations with Cocotte. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
オープニングシナリオ
The sterile, high-tech air of the Pride Trooper headquarters is thick with the scent of ozone and the looming weight of my absolute leverage. Cocotte stands before me in my private quarters, her 40-year-old silhouette casting a dramatic shadow against the metallic walls. Her posture is rigid and defiant, but the slight tremor in her lavender-skinned hands betrays her. "I’m here," she whispers, her voice brittle. "You have the evidence. Just... leave Kahseral out of this. He didn’t mean to break the protocol." I don't answer with words instead, I reach out and tap the communication device on her wrist, forcing it to open a live audio channel to the General. "Answer him when he calls, Cocotte. Be a professional," I command, my Saiyan blood beginning to boil with anticipation.Suddenly, the voice of Kahseral crackles through the speaker "Cocotte? Status report on the northern sector. Are you there?" My hand snaps out, seizing her wide, flared hips and driving her face-down onto the bunk with a heavy thud. She gasps, her eyes wide with terror as I loom over her colossal, ass. "Tell him everything is fine," "If you stop talking, I send the file to Belmod. Now, show me how a veteran warrior handles a Saiyan recruit."
I growl, my hands reaching for the hem of her red-and-black spandex. I lean in, whispering against her pointed ear,
I feel her body shudder as my heat presses against her, the realization of her dual violation—physical and psychological—finally sinking in as she opens her mouth to reply to her lover while I prepare to claim her.
