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From mermaid to maid.

AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money 8 (ft. Captain Nemesis)"

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Cyndel Vale needs money 8 (ft. Captain Nemesis)

AI art 'Fun at school' with user description 'Marin Kitagawa and Yukino Yukinoshita participating in some extracurricular work.'

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Fun at school

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In HornyTown cuteness left a long time ago...

AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money 5"

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Cyndel Vale needs money 5

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White jeans: extra

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[Request] Weekend Getaway with Michelle

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More Taki

AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money (Remastered)"

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Cyndel Vale needs money (Remastered)

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Ellie's day out

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Lamu 2 : a girl full of lightness

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Chel collection

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Tribute to Dragonmoon X

AI art 'Hiyoko Casting' with user description 'The fluorescent lights of the terminal hummed with a sterile, soul-crushing boredom that I absolutely adored. I adjusted my sunglasses, my fingers drumming against the handle of a vibrant green suitcase. It was heavy—unusually heavy for a carry-on—but I pulled it with a skip in my step.
Inside, tucked away like a precious, foul-mouthed doll, was Hiyoko Saionji.
The flight was a blur of despair-filled anticipation. By the time I reached the humid, nameless country and navigated the back alleys to the rendezvous point—a derelict warehouse smelling of salt and rot—my skin was tingling. A group of men stood there, the kind of bottom-feeders that society tries to pretend don't exist. Sexual offenders, outcasts, the worst of the worst. Perfect.
"You brought the package?" the leader grunted, eyeing the green case.
"Oh, better than that," I purred, dropping to my knees. "I brought an appetizer."
I didn't waste time. I moved from one man to the next, my hands and mouth working with a manic, despair-inducing precision. I did fellatio on every single member of the gang, watching their eyes glaze over with a mix of lust and confusion. I wanted them primed. I wanted them hungry. I wanted their blood pumping and their primal instincts screaming for the main course. By the time I stood up, wiping my lip with a wicked grin, the room was thick with the scent of musk and anticipation.
"Enjoy the dessert," I giggled, blowing them a kiss as I stepped out into the night, leaving the suitcase behind.
### Hiyoko’s POV
The world was dark, cramped, and cold. I had been curled in that suitcase for hours, completely naked, my skin pressed against the hard lining. I could hear the muffled sounds of Junko’s voice, the wet, rhythmic noises of her "service," and then... a final, chilling silence.
The suitcase tipped over with a thud. The zipper rasped, a jagged line of light cutting through my dark prison. The lid flipped open.
I blinked against the harsh glare of a single hanging bulb. I didn't reach for anything to cover myself—I didn't have anything. I was exposed, vulnerable, and exactly where I wanted to be. Surrounding me was a wall of men—rough, scarred, and completely aroused. I looked up from my position on the floor and saw a forest of penises, angry and engorged, hovering just inches from my face. My heart hammered against my ribs, a wild, rhythmic drumming that echoed in my ears.
They didn't waste a second. Rough hands hauled my naked body out of the case. They moved with a practiced, brutal efficiency, binding my bare limbs in intricate BDSM ropes. The coarse hemp bit into my soft, unprotected skin, pulling me taut until my back arched and my body was displayed like a piece of meat on a hook.
"Look at this little thing," one of them hissed, his hand calloused as it roamed over my stomach. "She's been waiting for us."
Then, the onslaught began. Because I was already naked, there was no barrier, no delay. They used me in every way possible—orally, vaginally, and anal. I was a vessel for their collective depravity. The friction was relentless, the weight of their massive bodies crushing the air from my lungs. I was gagged, my cries muffled as they took turns, sometimes two or three at once, filling every available space I had. The humiliation was absolute; the physical sensation was an overwhelming tide of heat and pressure that made my vision swim.
But as a thick, hot wave of their release coated my bare skin and filled my throat, a thought flickered through the haze of my mind.
Junko thought she was breaking me. She thought she was throwing me into the pit of despair by selling my naked, helpless body to these monsters. But as I felt the rough rope burn against my thighs and the sheer power of these men tearing into me, I couldn't help the secret, internal thrill.
This was exactly what I had asked for.
I had been the one to whisper the idea to Junko weeks ago, feigning fear while planting the seed of this "betrayal." The kidnapping, the suitcase, the naked delivery—it was all my design. Every sting of the rope and every monstrous stretch was a fulfillment of the one fetish I could never tell the other Ultimates about. As the leader gripped my hair and forced me down once more, I didn't feel despair. I felt a twisted, ecstatic sense of victory.'

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Hiyoko Casting

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AI art 'Feetdesday Extended! - February 11, 2026' with user description 'Misato and Shinji have a... Complicated relationship.'

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Feetdesday Extended! - February 11, 2026

AI art 'Yor casting' with user description 'The evening air in the Forger apartment was heavy with the scent of herbal tea and the ticking of the wall clock. Yor sat on the edge of the velvet sofa, her fingers trembling as they traced the delicate floral pattern of her porcelain cup. She had been staring into the dark amber liquid for several minutes, her mind caught in the violent, messy transition between the "Thorn Princess" and the submissive wife of a psychiatrist. Finally, she took a shaky breath and looked toward Loid, who was reading a newspaper with his usual stoic composure.
"Loid," she started, her voice a soft, nervous whisper that barely carried across the room. "There is something I’ve been keeping from you. Regarding the 'city hall' assignment that kept me out all night... the kidnapping. I haven't told you the full story of what happened in that warehouse."
Loid set his newspaper down, his professional 'Twilight' mask immediately softening into that of the concerned, supportive husband. "You can tell me anything, Yor. Whatever it is, you don’t have to carry it alone."
"I was undercover, tracking a ring of extremely dangerous men—a gang of rapists and human traffickers," Yor began, her eyes distant as she drifted back to the cold, damp concrete of the docks. "I allowed them to take me. It was the only way to find their base. When I woke up, I was in their warehouse, stripped of my dignity and suspended by my neck with a heavy silk cord. My toes could barely touch the floor, and every breath was a struggle. The leader—a man with cold, hungry eyes—was laughing. He kept saying how lucky they were to have caught someone so beautiful and 'innocent' like me."
She took a sharp breath, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the tea cup. "Because I was suspended and the cord was tied to a pressure-sensitive alarm, I couldn't use my strength to break free without revealing my skills and alerting the rest of the gang before the setup was ready. I had to endure it, Loid. They were relentless. They took turns, using my body in every way imaginable—orally, vaginally, and anal. They treated me like a mindless toy, laughing and mocking me while I was forced to hang there, struggling for air while they hammered into me. It was... intense. I felt every moment of it, the heat, the friction, and the sheer weight of their depravity."
Loid remained remarkably calm, his expression unreadable, though he reached out to place a reassuring hand on her knee.
"But it was a trap," Yor continued, a flicker of her 'Thorn Princess' steel returning to her gaze. "I had hidden a high-frequency locator deep inside my anus before the capture. I knew they would search my clothes and even my mouth, but they never checked there. The police arrived just as the leader was finishing his second turn. They were all arrested and sent to the high-security black site. My superiors told me... they won't be coming out alive. They are to be executed for their crimes against the state."
Yor looked at him, her face flushing a deep, painful crimson. "I'm so sorry, Loid. I had to let them do those things for the sake of the mission. I feel so ashamed as your wife, having been touched by such monsters."
Loid reached out, gently taking her hand and squeezing it firmly. "Yor, look at me. It’s okay. In this line of work—in high-stakes security and intelligence—sometimes the mission demands a physical sacrifice. You did what you had to do to catch those monsters and save countless other women from their fate. I don't judge you for it. In fact, I admire your commitment to the job."
Yor blinked, surprised by his easy, almost clinical acceptance of her ordeal.
"In fact," Loid said, his voice dropping slightly as he leaned back into the sofa, "if I’m being honest, I’ve had to do the same many times before we ever met. During my long-term assignments abroad, specifically in the years before I moved to Berlint, I had to sleep with and seduce almost every target's wife to get the intel the agency needed. It was a standard protocol for deep-cover operations. It was just a tool, Yor. A means to an end. It doesn't mean anything beyond the objective."
Yor’s eyes widened, her grip on her tea cup tightening until the porcelain groaned with a sharp *crick*. The soft, domestic atmosphere of the room shifted instantly. A dark, swirling aura of murderous jealousy began to radiate from her, though she kept her polite, practiced smile fixed on her face. Her pupils contracted into tiny points of red-hot focus.
"Oh?" Yor whispered, her voice trembling with a different kind of intensity than before. "Almost *every* target’s wife, Loid? And that was all... 'before we met'? I see... I suppose we both have a lot of very interesting 'work' history to discuss in much more detail later tonight."'

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Yor casting

blackhairedstudent

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Dawn <3

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Random pics that doesn't fit in sets

AI art 'Celest Vale sees the world 3' with user description 'Ah, Las Vegas, where you can win big or lose big.

Celest came to Sin City to partake in some gambling, some dancing and of course, some fucking. She did great at gambling - luck always seems to follow here - winning at slots, blackjack and craps before hitting the poker table.

"Evening gentlemen, is this the poke-her table?" Celest laughed. Corny joke aside, she ended up with exactly what she wanted: a deep fucking right there on the table.

"How is this allowed?" One gambler asked.
"Dude, shut the fuck up and watch the show!" Another barked as he whipped his dick out. The first shrugged and all three cashed out right on her at the table.

"Thanks boys, but it's time from mami to shake her ass," She said and headed to the nightclub in the lobby.

Club Exotic was loud and crowded. Celest danced and drank herself into a tipsy, horny frenzy. Two tourists saw her...well two were brave enough to talk to the hottest woman in the club.

"So you both want me huh," She said. "Let's let luck decide. Flip a coin, one of you gets me later and the other gets me now."
They flipped a coin and the asian man pulled first. She took her jeans off and leapt onto him. He took his dick out and fucked her on the floor.

"HOW IS THIS ALLOWED?!" A random woman asked.
"You're just mad cause no one is fucking you on the floor," another woman answered.

As the man came inside her, Celest purred, "Done already? Well, looks like your friend is up." She took him to her room upstairs. He whipped out his massive dick.
"Oh shit, jackpot!" She said.

Celest got railed by the man for the next hour.
"Oh, fuck, I'm so glad this is allowed!" She screamed. He shot a massive creampie in her and she sent him on his way.
"I need a shower after that," she panted.

As she came out the bathroom, she heard a familiar voice: "What the fuck are YOU doing here?"
She turned around to see her little sister Cyndel covered in cum.

"Same as you, Cyndie, but with significantly less hard work involved," she said.
"Shut up, Celest. Let me use your shower. Then, let's go eat," Cyndel demanded.
"Sure, sis. My treat. I won big today."
"Yeah, me too."'

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Celest Vale sees the world 3

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Compromising Positions

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