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Hello, my lovely supporters,

I wanted to share that the past two weeks have been a bit challenging for me as I’ve been battling a mix of flu and gastro issues. But don’t worry—I’m doing my best to recover and get back to creating am...

Bimbo, back from the ashes, Part 2

Unleashed !

Bimbo, back from the ashes, Part 1

I find a way to use again my previous rendering engine. With some touchup, enjoy.

🌟 Happy New Year 2025! 🌟

A heartfelt thank you to all my amazing patrons for your incredible support throughout 2024. It means the world to me that so many of you are enjoying "Transit" and Lori's unforgettable journey. 🚀 You...

Transit, teaser

Transit Bonus, Shower, Front, Before/After time

Bonus, Lori's Evolution

Transit, 47

The elevator doors slid shut with a soft chime, and Lori leaned casually against the mirrored wall, her reflection captivating her attention. Platinum waves framed her face, the black leather top sculpted her torso perfectly, and the red vinyl leg...

Transit, 46 part 2

Lori stood in front of the mirror, the black faux leather top clinging to her skin like a second layer, as if it had always belonged there. She tugged gently at the hem, smoothing it over her torso while the soft material gleamed under the morning...

🎄✨ A Holiday Message from Avaro56 ✨🎄

Hi everyone!

As the holiday season fills the air with joy and warmth, I want to take a moment to express my heartfelt gratitude to all my amazing supporters here on Patreon.

Wishing you a Merry Christmas! 🎄💖

Take care of yo...

Transit, 46 part 1

Steam rolled off Lori’s skin as she stepped out of the shower, her towel clinging tightly to her damp curves. She reached for her phone, its gold casing glinting under the light. A quick swipe of her polished red nails unlocked it, revealing a m...

Transit, teaser

Things are changing

Transit, 45

Lori stepped into the cascade of the shower, the hot water streaming down her body, a blissful escape from the madness that had overtaken her life. The steady rhythm of droplets pounded against her skin, easing the tension in her shoulders, washin...

Transit, 44

Lori sauntered to the full-length mirror in her dimly lit hotel room, her white boots clicking softly against the tiled floor. The rest of her, however, was bare—her smooth, bare skin catching the soft glow of the bedside lamps, which painted he...

Transit, Photo ID

Photo ID's Evolution

Update: 06/09/2025

Transit, Passeport

Lori's passeport evolution

update: 02/08/25

Transit, teaser

I was hoping to do more but life as you know...

Bimbo on the floor

Enhanced version

Transit, 43 Bonus

Social Media contents

Transit, 43

The phone trembled in her hand, still warm from her grip. Her pulse raced, a cocktail of panic and disbelief coursing through her. She felt the faint metallic taste on her tongue again, a sharp reminder that something was deeply wrong...

Transit, 42 part 2

John’s voice came sharp and direct, slicing through her daze. “Where the hell were you?” he snapped, not giving her a second to respond before barreling forward. “Listen, we’ve got a big chance here. I’ve set up a meeting at your hotel...

Transit, 42 Part 1

The sharp ring of Lori's smartphone pulled her from the haze of her thoughts, vibrating insistently against the sheets. She fumbled for it, her fingers brushing across the smooth screen, feeling an unexpected ease as her manicured nails made conta...

Transit, Day 4

Morning light spilled over Lori’s sprawled form, her body still pulsing from the heat of the night, white high-heeled boots still strapped to her legs. She stirred, fragments of the night lingering in her mind—wild, vivid. Then, her sma...

Transit, 41, Interlude

Three days before, Lori sat in the back seat of the taxi, her gaze fixed on the city lights that blurred past her window, Moscow's streets bathed in the amber glow of dusk. She held her phone close to her ear, her voice steady but carrying an edge...

Transit, Nighty Night

Just add this one to part 40.

Hope you enjoy this day ;)

Transit, 39

As Lori continued to dance on the dimly lit stage, the world around her seemed to fade, dissolving into a blur of heat and pulsing beats. She could feel every gaze anchored to her swaying body, devouring each curve, each sensuous movement, and it ...

Transit, 38

Lori leaned forward at the bar, her heart racing as she scanned the room, waiting for the bartender she’d met just an hour earlier. Their first encounter had left her both unsettled and intrigued, his calm gaze a rare anchor in the confusion of ...

Transit, 38

Lori stood inside the elevator, her back leaning against the mirrored wall, her eyes shifting between her reflection and the glowing floor numbers as they ticked down slowly. She barely paid attention to the movement of the elevator, her thoughts ...

Transit, 37 part2

Lori stood in front of the mirror, giving her reflection one final look. Her platinum blonde hair cascaded down over her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. She had just finished her makeup—bold red lips that glistened under the light, her la...

Transit, 37, Part 1

Lori stood in front of the suitcase, her back arched slightly as she bent down to slip into the tall white PVC platform boots. The glossy surface gleamed under the light, reflecting every curve and crease as she adjusted them. Using the suitcase f...

Transit 36, part 2

Lori stood in the dimly lit hotel room, staring at her smartphone. She pressed the button again, hoping for a miracle, but the screen stayed dark. "Fuck!" The word escaped her mouth before she could even think. The damn thing was out of battery, a...