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AI art '1000 Followers Special' with user description 'Thanks guys ❤️ here is one of favourites (and best work) so far. I would apreciate if you like and comment what was you favourite photo.. it cost at least 250 credits to make 😞 (because of the feet one) Well, enjoy have a nice fap The art room was bathed in the warm, orange glow of the late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the easels and scattered sketches. Naoto, or "Senpai" as he was perpetually known, had stepped out to clear some space in the storage closet, leaving Nagatoro and the visiting Marin Kitagawa alone. Marin had stopped by to consult on a potential cosplay project, but the conversation had quickly shifted as Nagatoro observed the way the blonde girl’s eyes lingered on Senpai’s back whenever he moved. "You’re totally staring, Kitagawa-san," Nagatoro teased, her signature mischievous grin stretching across her face as she leaned against a desk. Marin jumped, her face turning a shade of pink that rivaled the sunset. "W-What? No, I was just looking at the... the perspective in his drawing! It’s really impressive!" Nagatoro let out a sharp, feline cackle. "Liar! You’ve been thirsty for my gross Senpai since you walked in. It’s written all over your face." She walked closer, her eyes narrowing with a playful, predatory glint. "But I don't blame you. He’s surprisingly... capable, once you get past all the stammering." Marin fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, her heart racing. "Is it that obvious? He’s just so dedicated to his craft, and he’s actually really kind. I didn't think you’d be so open about it, Nagatoro-san." "Well, I’m the only one allowed to bully him," Nagatoro said, her tone shifting slightly. She stepped into Marin’s personal space, lowering her voice. "But honestly? He’s been working so hard lately. I think he needs a real reward. Something that’ll blow that shy little mind of his. And I’ve been thinking... I wouldn't mind sharing the fun if it’s with someone who actually appreciates him." Marin’s eyes widened, her breath catching. "Sharing? You mean... a threesome? With Senpai?" "Why not?" Nagatoro shrugged, though her blush was starting to match Marin’s. "Think about it. Two girls like us, giving him the best experience of his life. He’d probably faint from the shock, but once he gets going, he’s a lot more intense than he looks. Don't tell me you haven't imagined it." Marin’s mind raced. She thought about Naoto’s steady hands, his quiet intensity, and the way he looked when he was focused. The idea of being with him, guided by Nagatoro’s fearless energy, sent a jolt of heat through her. "I... I have. But I didn't want to overstep. He’s your Senpai." "He is," Nagatoro whispered, leaning in to Marin’s ear. "Which is why I’m inviting you. It’ll be a masterpiece, Kitagawa. Much better than any cosplay photo. We can show him exactly how much we like him. Together." The door creaked open, and Naoto walked back in, wiping dust from his hands. "Okay, I cleared out the—" He stopped mid-sentence, sensing the heavy, electric atmosphere in the room. Both girls were staring at him, their faces flushed and their eyes bright with a shared, secret intent. "Senpai~" Nagatoro chirped, walking over and grabbing his arm. "Kitagawa-san and I were just discussing a new art project. A live study. And we decided we need you as the center of it." Before Naoto could protest, Marin stepped forward, her initial hesitation replaced by a bold, nervous excitement. "She’s right, Senpai. I really want to... participate. If that’s okay with you?" The confusion on Naoto’s face didn't last long as the girls began to lead him toward the large lounge chair in the corner of the room. The transition from teasing to reality was seamless. Nagatoro took the lead, her hands moving with a possessive confidence, while Marin followed, her touch gentle but eager. The art room became a sanctuary of shared heat. They shared Senpai’s cock with a frantic, coordinated hunger, Nagatoro’s experienced playfulness perfectly complementing Marin’s genuine, overflowing passion. Naoto was overwhelmed, his senses pushed to their absolute limit as he was worshipped by both girls. The evening turned into a blur of tangled limbs and whispered praise, a masterpiece of intimacy that left all three of them breathless and utterly satisfied in the fading light.'
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1000 Followers Special

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AI art "CHAPTER 3: “Getting the Pearl Thong”"
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CHAPTER 3: “Getting the Pearl Thong”

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AI art "1000! Perrin is Horny to Celebrate~"
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1000! Perrin is Horny to Celebrate~

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AI art "Real story behind street fighter bonus stage with Chun-Li"
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Real story behind street fighter bonus stage with Chun-Li

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AI art "Strip Poker After Hours With Miki"
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Strip Poker After Hours With Miki

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AI art "In HornyTown cuteness left a long time ago..."
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In HornyTown cuteness left a long time ago...

warmicestudios
AI art "arato nagi working with minecraft steve"

arato nagi working with minecraft steve

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AI art 'Off work vibes hit different' with user description 'Ever run into one of those girls that looked WAY different in normal clothes than work clothes? Yeah, that was me this weekend at a work function and i got a case of the @peterco's and my mind wondered elsewhere. Had to create it here.'
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Off work vibes hit different

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AI art "Apple Bottom girl"
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Apple Bottom girl

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AI art "Anime House 2"
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Anime House 2

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AI art '✨ Nina. Did she know?' with user description 'Her name is Nina, a very very pretty girl. I won't see her again, I guess. So, this is just another memory preserved in this way and, mostly, mixed with my imagination 😏 And yeah, couple of last pics are especially for @warmicestudio... yes, buddy, I was thinking of you 🍩 (😆)'
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✨ Nina. Did she know?

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AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money 7"
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Cyndel Vale needs money 7

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AI art "Jill: Game Over"
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Jill: Game Over

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AI art 'Nagatoro Disgusted' with user description 'The city air was thick with rain and exhaust, but inside the dimly lit underground parlor, the atmosphere was even heavier. Nagatoro sat across from Ichiro, a man who embodied everything she found repulsive—bald, heavy-set, and smelling of stale tobacco and unwashed skin. He held the one thing she desperately wanted: a vintage, limited-edition art portfolio for Senpai. To get it, she agreed to a lopsided bet. Ichiro would roll four dice; he would only win if all four landed on the exact same number. Statistically, her victory was a 99.9% certainty. "Roll them, you gross old man," she smirked. But the impossible happened: four sixes clattered onto the table. The 1% had hit. Nagatoro’s smirk vanished as Ichiro led her to a grimy back room. As he locked the door, she felt a wave of nausea. He approached her, his massive frame looming, and pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was wet and tasted of sour onions and grime. She squeezed her eyes shut, her skin crawling as his rough, unwashed hands gripped her shoulders. "Open up," he grunted, pushing her down onto her knees. The disgust reached a fever pitch as he forced her into oral sex. The smell was overpowering—a sharp, ammonia-like scent that made her eyes water. She felt pathetic, her body trembling with the effort of not vomiting. Every time his oily skin touched hers, she felt a desperate urge to scrub herself raw. Then came the centerpiece of her nightmare. Ichiro stepped back and revealed his member. It was thick, imposing, and clearly as neglected as the rest of him, smelling of stale sweat and old grime. Nagatoro’s breath hitched. Without a word, he grabbed her hair and forced his big penis down her throat. The intrusion was sudden and violent. She gagged, the taste of him coating her tongue in a mixture of salt and filth. He showed no mercy, his movements rhythmic and forceful, indifferent to the tears of revulsion streaming down her face as he used her mouth like a toy. When he finally pulled her onto the bed to fuck her, she expected the sensation to be just as unbearable. He rolled his heavy body on top of her, pinning her down with a weight that made it hard to breathe. He entered her with a blunt, jarring force. Nagatoro buried her face in the pillow, trying to drift away, trying to forget the sweat dripping onto her back and the rhythmic slapping of his fat against her thighs. "You're tight, little girl," he hissed in her ear, his breath hot and rank. "Maybe you’re starting to like the odds." "Shut up... you're gross," she muffled into the fabric, but as the minutes dragged into an hour, something traitorous began to happen. The constant, heavy friction began to spark a dull heat. Despite the stench, despite the repulsive sight of him, the sheer physical intensity of his movements began to bypass her brain and speak directly to her nerves. The disgust was still there, but beneath it, a primal, rhythmic pleasure was taking root. The way he handled her—with a raw, uncaring strength—started to melt her resistance. Her breathing changed from jagged gasps of revulsion to deep, needy sighs. "Oh no," she thought, her fingers digging into the grimy sheets. "Not this. Not him." But her body didn't care about her pride. The friction hit a specific, sensitive spot, and the heat in her belly flared into a wildfire. She found herself arching her back, her legs wrapping around his thick waist almost against her will. The very things that disgusted her—his weight, his relentless force—became the catalyst for an overwhelming sensory overload. As Ichiro let out a final, guttural roar, Nagatoro felt her own climax shatter through her. It was a violent, white-hot explosion that left her shaking and breathless. She came hard, her body pulsing around him in a desperate, shameful rhythm that lasted long after he had finished. When it was over, Ichiro slumped to the side. Nagatoro lay there, staring at the cracked ceiling, her body still humming with the remnants of the pleasure she never wanted to feel. She was covered in his sweat, the smell was everywhere, and she felt utterly defeated. But as she reached out to grab the art portfolio, a small, dark part of her couldn't deny the truth. She had lost the bet, but in the depths of that disgusting room, she had found a sensation she would never be able to explain.'
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Nagatoro Disgusted

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AI art "Hot Wife Sex Pt.1"
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Hot Wife Sex Pt.1

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AI art "Ellie's day out"
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Ellie's day out

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AI art 'Cyndel Randoms' with user description 'Not every idea I had with Cyndel was as thought out as I hoped. Here's some of my random generations of her in various encounters, jobs, with her sister, Celest and with Cherry Bomb.'
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Cyndel Randoms

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AI art "Jeans"
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Jeans

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Lara covering

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