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OPabout 1 hour ago

And let's also invite everyone else to this joyous occasion! 🎉🎊🎉 @octavian @parda @bad77 @gildenstein @warmicestudios @barry915

about 1 hour ago

Also, FBI if you are watching i dont keep girls in the basement, we dont even have basements here in brazil..

about 1 hour ago

Not just a smile.. this is amazing.. it's like i am reading and watching one of my own posts.. and god i am a pervert... the finale where she wakes.. i dont know if you had the ideia or if you read one of my erased posts that i did that with nagatoro hahaha but man simply amazing.. thanks ❤️

43 minutes ago

The monokuma with a crown is so fucking hilarious.. i am still laughing and enjoying

about 1 hour ago

Is this awesome or IS THIS AWESOME?

42 minutes ago

And man Man those gangbang shots are amazing.. i dont put some good ones like these in a time.. congrats

terror2

hace 1h

@blackhairedstudent's 2K Follower Special 🎉🎉

A couple of days ago, Ankha received a mysterious letter from her old friend Hayasa Nagatoro. It invited her to an exclusive celebration party for someone who had just hit 2,000 followers on BW. The invitation stirred fond memories of the wild, unforgettable parties she'd attended for @onlyyouprod, @zuzul, @peterco, and @zesoul. The only odd detail was the lack of a name for the guest of honor. Only an address was listed at the bottom: 69 Hope's Street, Tokyo. She hadn't seen Hayasa in ages. The thought of reuniting - and indulging in whatever chaos these parties always brought - made her heart race with excitement. -- Fast forward to May 20th, 2026. -- Ankha wandered the bustling streets of Tokyo, the letter clutched in her hand. No one she asked seemed to know of Hope's Street. Hayasa wasn't answering her calls either. Just as frustration began to set in, she spotted a weathered sign pointing into a narrow, shadowed alleyway. She followed it, counting down the numbers until she reached 69. An old, rusted metal sliding door greeted her. After a moment's hesitation, she knocked. No answer. The door wasn't locked. With a grunt, she slid the heavy panel open. A dimly lit staircase descended into darkness. Her pulse quickened, but curiosity - and the promise of seeing Hayasa again - pushed her forward. At the bottom waited another door. She opened it swiftly. Pitch black. The moment she stepped inside, the door slammed shut behind her with a deafening clang. Startled, Ankha stumbled backward - straight into something warm, soft and trembling. She spun around. A beautiful horned girl with purple hair in a golden dress stood chained to the wall, wrists bound and a gag muffling her whimpers. Tears glistened on her flushed cheeks. Further back, two more girls huddled together on the floor, also chained. One was a stranger. The other... was unmistakably Hayasa, eyes wide with fear. Before Ankha could rush to them, a monitor on the far wall flickered to life. Static crackled, then gave way to a monochrome bear wearing a golden crown. He threw his head back and laughed maniacally, the camera zooming in on his twisted grin for a long, unsettling thirty seconds. "Welcome," he finally purred, voice dripping with malice and delight, "to my 2K follower party! It's so nice to finally meet you, Ankha. You may call me Black. I'm so glad my sweet little Nagatoro managed to lure you here. She was... reluctant at first. But I can be VERY convincing." His red eye started glowing brighter. "But you don't look like you're having fun yet. That simply won't do. Everything must be PERFECT for my special day." His laugh turned low and wicked. "Luckily, I know exactly how to get you in the mood... Kukukukuuu~" A cold hand suddenly gripped Ankha's shoulder. She gasped as more hands appeared from the shadows - strong, hungry, and numerous. Within seconds she was surrounded by naked ugly men, their bodies fat and eager. Rough fingers tore at her clothes, exposing her smooth skin to the cool air. She tried to protest, but a thick cock was already pushing past her lips, sliding into her throat. They took her mercilessly. One thrust into her dripping pussy, stretching her open. Another claimed her tight ass, forcing her body to accommodate their relentless rhythm. The sensation of being so completely filled - every hole used at once - should have terrified her. Instead, a shameful wave of heat flooded her core. Pleasure bloomed hot and bright as they fucked her senseless, their groans mixing with her muffled ecstatic moans. Clothes shredded. Bodies slapped wetly against hers. They rotated, pounding her harder, deeper, using her like their personal toy. Thick loads of cum began to flood her - first flooding her mouth, then pumping deep into her clenching pussy and twitching asshole. Her skin glistened as rope after rope painted her breasts, belly, and thighs. Ankha lost herself completely. Her eyes rolled back in overwhelming ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm crashed through her, leaving her shaking and whimpering. She came so hard her legs gave out, but the men held her up, continuing to ravage her cum-soaked body for what felt like hours. When they finally stepped back, Ankha collapsed to the floor in a trembling, dripping mess. Thick rivulets of semen leaked from her abused holes as her body continued to spasm with aftershocks. Her vision faded to black. She woke up drenched in sweat, chest heaving, thighs slick. She was in her own bed. Ankha stared at the ceiling for a long moment, heart still racing, pussy throbbing with residual need. Slowly her hand moved down inside of her drenched panties. "That was one hell of a nightmare..." she whispered breathlessly. Then, softer, almost shy: "...Maybe it wasn't so bad after all." -- End of story -- Congratulations @blackhairedstudent on reaching 2K+ followers! 🎉🎉 I hope I managed to put a little smile on your face with this post. If so, I consider my mission complete!

Datos de generación

Modelo

Amanatsu (Illustrious)

V1.1

Prompt

Ankha, gold short dress, glitter dress, city, people, street lamp, dark, holding ticket, feet out of frame, blue bracers, confused, reading ticket, front view, absurd res, black eyes, blue eyeshadow, cat ears, curled tail, cleavage, dark blue claws, walking,

Prompt negativo

Bad hands, socks, thighhighs, pov, question mark, gold ears, strapless,

Semilla

875681767

Pasos

Escala CFG

Sampler

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