public indecency

AI art "Alya Sometimes Hides Her Feelings on the subway."
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Alya Sometimes Hides Her Feelings on the subway.

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

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AI art "In hurry"
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In hurry

zuzul
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Trench Coat

zuzul
AI art "Chapter 4: “Face to face”"
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Chapter 4: “Face to face”

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Scrap Metal Hunter

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AI art "Walkies with Anya"
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Walkies with Anya

zesoul
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Fishnet test

zuzul
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Anime's best Blonde Bombshell

octavian
AI art 'Hina's Story: Trial Runs Part 2' with user description 'Hina couldn’t take it. Level two was just too much. As best as she could, she tried to hold back the moans threatening to escape but it was a losing battle. Just as she was about to gave in, the intensity dropped to level one.
“Young girl, if you aren’t feeling, I have a honey lemon drop that could help”
Trying anything to distract herself, she reaches out to grab the drop, “Thank you, si-”
Level two.
Hina freezes before grabbing the drop, to focused and aroused by the return of the new level.
The subway stops and the old man stands, ready to get down. The old man places the drop in her hand and closes her hands around it. “Take care of yourself young one, my stop is here but try not going out when you aren’t well.
Level one.
Hina shakily relaxes, “Thank you for the kind words.”
As the old man leaves, Hina finally takes time to understand her current dilemma. Looks like the second level has her alternating between all the levels. And unfortunately for, she was only two minutes into the round trip.
The subway continued its journey, but Hina’s was just beginning. She tried her best to keeping quiet, pressing her hands against where the device was wreaking havoc.
Level two.
Hina crossed her legs, leaned forward trying to keep her composure.
Demo mode.
Momentary relax.
Level two.
She leans back in her seat, eyes squeezed shut and beginning to tear up. covering her mouth to stop any sound from escaping, the other pressed against the device thinking it would ease the stimulation. Not a chance.
This endless song and dance felt like torture for the next fifteen minutes as there were multiple stops that day. But the worst part was that Hina was kept at edge unable to release, conflicted on if this was a blessing or a curse. As the subway approached the final stop and the doors opened, Hina rushed out hiding somewhere to try to calm herself. But as she stepped out, the device stopped. Sweating profusely, Hina leans against a wall on the verge of crying. 
Her phone vibrates, scaring Hina as she thought there was a second device.
“Almost done, just need to get level three data and we are done.”
Hina lets out a defeated moan. Tired, she heads back to the park before collapsing into the grass, her legs giving way from the earlier exertion.
“What have I gotten myself into? This is not what I signed up for.”
Well, you did. Verbally at least. So, let’s finish up.
At that moment level three begins, and it was far more intense than anything Hina had expected from the tiny demon. She immediately bought her knees to her chest, hands desperately pressed between her legs, her juices flowing between her fingers. Hina couldn’t make a sound, her whole body affected by the strong tremors, but the warmth was quickly spreading from her head to her toes.
“This is it! I can finally-”
Gone. Done. Disappeared.
Hina relaxes, hands and legs spread. Defeated
“I’m done, I can’t do this anymore. It’s too much Yuki.” The tears started flowing as Hina was still recovering from the intensity of the final level.
Her phone vibrates again, slowly Hina reads the message from Yuki. Just one word. “Office.”
Hina gets, the office thankfully a short walk from the park.
As Hina walks in Yuki gives her friend a hug.
“You did well, to be honest level three is pretty intense.”
Hina, looking at her friend with wet eyes, “You monster, I was on edge all day. I was absolutely terrified someone would catch me.”
“Hina,” Yuki smiled, “did you forget your safe word?”
Hina freezes, recalling the words Yuki left her with before the first level. Why hadn’t she used it? Sure her pride would have prevented her from doing so, but not even once had it occurred to her that there was one. There was no way. Was she secretly enjoying-?
No. She couldn’t bring herself to admit that.
“Well as a reward I have something that I think you desperately need” She took Hina to the storage closet where a chair and belts her situated.
“What is this-“
“Trust me, take off your heels and take a seat.
Hina obeys, doing as Yuki said and taking a seat.
Yuki grabs the leather belts, securing Hina to the chair, arms tied behind her back, resulting in a frog tie, her feet off the ground. She rips apart her hose, to Hina’s surprise and inserts the device, noting it looked a little different from the one from earlier. Still not done, Yuki unbuttons Hina’s top, attaching two vibrators, one for each nipple. Just as Hina was about to ask, Yuki forces a ring gag into her mouth, stopping her question. Finally she places a blindfold, heightening Hina’s senses of her current situation. 
After admiring her work, Yuki grabs sound proof headphones and leans next to Hina’s ear.
“Have fun girl, and by the way, this one is version two, and has a level four. Enjoy.” Yuki then places the headphones on and closes the door as she leaves.
“WHAT!? YUKI PLEASE I CAN’T! COME BACK” but the ring gag prevented anything understandable from coming out. She begins fighting her bonds but to no avail.

The conclusion Part 3 soon!'
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Hina's Story: Trial Runs Part 2

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

octavian
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Happy Carnival!

octavian
AI art "Elise's Big Day"
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Elise's Big Day

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Poo poo pee doo

zuzul
AI art "Dawn's Winter Retreat"
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Dawn's Winter Retreat

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

zesoul
AI art 'Night-time walk with Anara' with user description 'You invite Anara for a midnight walk on Valentine's Day. You give her a set of instructions to follow.
She seems excited over the phone.
But doing it makes her nervous.
But as always, she enjoys it once she gets into it.'
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Night-time walk with Anara

zesoul
AI art 'Nagatoro's Casting' with user description 'The Righ train 
The rhythmic clack of the train tracks was a dull hum against the pounding of my own heart. I was leaning against the cold, vibrating door, my jaw working a piece of grape gum with lazy, rhythmic chews. My eyes were glued to my phone, my thumb swiping through my "private" folder. I was so caught up in admiring my own tan lines and the curves of my unclad body in those mirror selfies that I didn't realize I wasn't alone in my vanity. I was so focused on the screen that I didn't see the shift in the air—the way the tired salarymen around me had stopped looking at their newspapers and started staring at the illicit, glowing heat in my hand.
Then, the sound changed. It wasn't just the screech of the rails; it was the frantic, wet sound of friction. My eyes flicked up for a split second, and my heart skipped a beat. All around me, men had their trousers open, their members out and pulsing. They were masturbating right there, eyes locked on my screen, then on me. I felt a surge of genuine panic, my mouth falling open, the grape gum forgotten. I went to scream, but before a sound could escape, a heavy, calloused hand slammed over my mouth.
Another hand gripped my breast, squeezing the soft flesh through my white off-the-shoulder ribbed crop top. I struggled, my white Mary Janes scuffing the floor, but then I saw my phone. A man had snatched it. His thumb hovered over the "Post" button on my Facebook. All those photos—the ones that would ruin a "normal" girl—were a millisecond away from being seen by everyone.
"If you don't want the whole world to see how much of a little slut you are," he hissed, "you're going to satisfy every man on this train."
I froze. A slow, predatory smirk began to spread behind the hand covering my mouth. My panic didn't vanish; it transformed into a wicked realization. "You think I'm scared?" I thought. "This... this was the plan all along. I wanted to see if anyone was bold enough to take what I was showing them."
They didn't waste time. They didn't even take off my top; they just yanked the elastic down, exposing my breasts to the stale air. I was forced to my knees, my jaw aching as I took the first man into my mouth. I used every trick I’d ever imagined, swallowing the thick, bitter floods of cum until my eyes rolled back. But that was just the "loading screen."
They stood me up, pinning me against the door. They didn't even remove my frayed denim shorts; they just shoved the fabric aside. I felt a thick, leathery cock drive into my pussy, stretching me until I thought I’d break. Then came the anal conquest—a searing, pressurized invasion that made me see stars. My pussy was already red and swollen, leaking their combined seed, but the sensation of being filled from behind while another worked my front was a "Double Penetration" that left me gasping.
Eventually, my shorts were shredded and cast aside, leaving me completely open. Two men stepped forward at once, their eyes hungry. They began the "Double Vaginal" assault, both of them forcing their way into my heat at the same time. The pressure was staggering, stretching my walls to their absolute limit. As I writhed under the weight of them, one of my white Mary Janes caught on a man’s leg and popped off, hitting the floor with a dull thud. I was left with one foot bare, my toes curling as they hammered into me.
As the train pulled into a station, I was pressed hard against the glass. People on the platform stared in shock, watching the "innocent" girl in the white crop top being relentlessly fucked by a rotating line of men. More men pushed into the car, drawn by the sight of my public ruin. I was a mess of sweat, saliva, and white stains.
By the time the train reached the final stop, I was slumped on a train seat, my legs spread wide and my pussy overflowing with a thick, white soup of cum that dripped onto the cushion. My skin was flushed, and I was completely spent. I watched, breathless, as the man with my phone finally hit "Post." My nakedness was now public, trending for the whole world to see.
I didn't cry. I didn't hide. I just leaned back against the seat and smiled, a dark, triumphant glint in my eyes. I wasn't ruined; I was a star. The notifications were already starting to pour in, a symphony of digital attention. This was the debut I had always wanted—the "Ultimate Senpai" had just become the most famous girl on the internet.'
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Nagatoro's Casting

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AI art '🗓️ Calendar Girl "March"' with user description 'It's time to turn the page on the calendar again 😏 Hello March! 🌼'
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🗓️ Calendar Girl "March"

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AI art 'Cherry Bomb: Caught in the Act (Part II)' with user description 'The city lights were nothing but a blur of neon as Cherry pushed her bike to the limit. Each vibration from the engine amplified her secret thrill, making her breath hitch and her grip on the handlebars tighten. She was lost in the symphony of the road, her body reacting to every bump with a delicious tremor she couldn't—and didn't want to—control.

She felt untouchable, a rebel queen on a throne of chrome and leather. But as she reached the peak of her private joyride, a new sound pierced through the roar of her engine.

Whoop-whoop.

The sudden flash of red and blue in her mirrors shattered the trance. Her heart, already racing from pleasure, skipped a beat from pure panic. As she pulled over to the curb, her legs still trembling from the toy's rhythm, two officers approached. The 'playful glint' in her eyes was replaced by a flush of heat—part exertion, part sheer embarrassment.

The officers are asking for her license, but Cherry is distracted by the lingering heat between her legs and the knowledge of exactly what’s hidden in her seat. She’s been 'busted,' but as she looks back at the officers with a shy, flustered grin, you have to wonder... is she really sorry, or is this just the beginning of a brand new game?

Officer Warmice steps forward, his shadow looming over her bike as he taps his notepad. "Step off the vehicle, miss," he says coldly. "You'll have to come with us to the station—you're under arrest for public indecency and exhibitionism."'
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Cherry Bomb: Caught in the Act (Part II)

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