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AI art "From mermaid to maid."
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From mermaid to maid.

zuzul
AI art 'Vesper & Nana-cha: No Limits' with user description 'For Vesper and Nana-cha, intimacy is a team sport. There’s no room for hesitation when Vesper and Nana-cha decide to lose control. What started as a private spark between them quickly turned into a wildfire that consumed the entire room. ​This set captures their raw, unfiltered hunger. It’s an intimate look at how their bond becomes the center of a wild, crowded encounter. They aren't just participants; they are the ones driving the energy, feeding off each other’s heat while surrounded by a group that can barely keep up. No judgments, no rules—just two friends pushing every boundary and taking exactly what they want.'
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Vesper & Nana-cha: No Limits

cef_ultra
AI art "Yor and Marin"

Yor and Marin

m3n4sk3r
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Sin título

nekozzie
AI art 'Nami Cosplay'
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Nami Cosplay

barry915
AI art "Pip Tests"
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Pip Tests

goobygubby
AI art "Marry me Senpai!"
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Marry me Senpai!

octavian
AI art "Serena"
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Serena

zerogroupe21
AI art 'The Bell Can't Save You Now. 🕰️🖤' with user description 'The final bell rang hours ago. The hallways are ghosts, the janitor’s keys are jingling three floors down, and the smell of floor wax and old books is the only thing left in the air. Or so the school thinks. ​Nana-cha was never one for following the syllabus, and tonight, she’s teaching a very different kind of subject. Locked in the back of the lecture hall, the distance between 'classmates' and 'something more' has completely evaporated. ​They’ve sat two seats apart all semester, exchanging nothing but notes and the occasional lingering glance during the afternoon slump. But now, the pretense is gone. Every muffled breath is a gamble against the silence; every creak of a desk feels like a siren. She’s turned the most boring room in the building into a high-voltage sanctuary. Nana-cha: (Whispering close to his ear) "Listen... do you hear that? The janitor’s keys, at the far end of the hall." ​Classmate: "We should go, Nana. If we get caught here..." ​Nana-cha: (With a playful, defiant smirk) "That’s exactly what makes it fun, isn't it? Just stay still. If you keep quiet, I promise this will be the most important lesson you learn all semester... And trust me... it’s not on the exam.""'
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The Bell Can't Save You Now. 🕰️🖤

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

onlyyouprod
AI art "Chika Dark Fantasy"
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Chika Dark Fantasy

blackhairedstudent
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

iiyama6122
AI art "Dawn is Horny"
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Dawn is Horny

onlyyouprod
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

blackhairedstudent
AI art '1k likes! ❤️' with user description 'Today my Chun-Li post reached 1k likes, it's my first one to reach this milestone, so to celebrate this achievement I made a set focused on Chun-Li. Enjoy ❤️ Link to the post https://betterwaifu.com/pt-BR/post/xwdk7y0'
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1k likes! ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'In HornyTown cuteness left a long time ago...' with user description 'No masks, no games. There’s only flesh against flesh. A raw and open conversation where honesty is the main rule. You get pleasure by giving pleasure. "No one is the master because no one is a slave"'
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In HornyTown cuteness left a long time ago...

warmicestudios
AI art "Devil Slut Nagatoro ❤️"
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Devil Slut Nagatoro ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Chapter 4: “Face to face”' with user description 'A dark piano playing in the background. A trumpet fills the air. A sexy, velvet female voice: “How the hell did this happen? One day everything is quiet and the next the whole department is running emergency drills?! Just last night I was making my regular rounds at Cum Gardens and everybody was behaving properly. People were just having sex minding their own business. Students were taken care of over at Waifu University. Just a regular Tuesday night and now… now that tranquility is gone!” - “I can’t stop thinking about what Barry told me as I was exiting his lab. He seemed really nervous” FLASHBACK - BARRY: - “Jennings, about your device… devices were custom made for each person. We needed to target their most sensitive areas and… (Nervous pause) Those devices are made to stimulate you and - to create THAT chemical reaction of…” - “Barry, what are you saying?” - “We need to keep you grounded and...” - “Grounded? What are you talking about?” - “What you are about to experiment HAS a reason. We didn’t just… there’s a reason just trust me, OK?!” As Detective Pearl walks through the maze, she goes into a darker area. All of a sudden: - “Oh, the thong - It’s vibrating! That means I must be close to… ooohhh!” A sudden jerk in her knees reveals that the vibrations have hit a spot. - “Oh, wow!!! Since… since I haven’t had sex in a long time, any stimulus feels very - powerful! Oohh, Genie! Oh, Genie, this feels…” Detective Pearl doesn’t know whether she should continue or back up on her tracks. - “C’mon, Pearl, wise up!! You have to know your enemy! You have to focus! What are you going to do if you stumble upon one of those things at an alley? Come on!!” Detective Pearl decides to continue forward. With each step the vibration in her clitoris grew stronger. - “IS THIS WHAT BARRY WAS TALKING ABOUT?!” Pearl thinks. “KEEP ME GROUNDED?! — Well it definitely forces me to stay focused!! Aahh…my clit” - “Wait!! S-sounds are coming from…” Detective Pearl approaches a darker area. - “It looks as if this area has been abandoned for a while, but… that wall. Is freshly painted! And there are foot marks on the floor!! Fresh footsteps. Someone has been here recently!” She keeps moving forward. Apparently it is a dead end. - “The footsteps, they go directly to that wall, they go… UNDER the wall!!” She leans against the wall as if trying to feel or sense something unusual. Suddenly, by the weight of her own body the wall moves. A secret corridor now lays in front of her. She has to move slowly until her eyes get accustomed to the darkness. And finally…the inevitable. - “They are real, they exist!!” Pearl’s entire life flashes in front of her eyes! There IT was, that thing, looking straight at her. Pearl freezes. She can’t move! That thing walking/crawling straight towards her, with that smile! That smile!!! (To be continued…)'
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Chapter 4: “Face to face”

warmicestudios
AI art "Some random prompts"
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Some random prompts

octavian
AI art 'Revy Gangbang' with user description 'The deal was simple, if i make all of their cocks soft from cumming they would let me walk way, there was no other choice so I accepted the deal. They said they would use violence, I said I that i love violence. Dozens of Balalaika’s soldiers, guards, and hired thugs gathered around me in the dim, flickering lights, their eyes filled with ugly hunger as they closed in. I lifted my chin and forced a wide, cocky smirk across my face, planting my boots firmly on the ground. “That all you Russian dogs have? I’m Revy, Two Hands. I’ve killed more men than you’ve had hot meals. Come on, you limp-dicked fucks! I can take every single one of you and still walk out of here laughing my ass off. Let’s see what you’ve got!” They started snapping photos right away, flashes popping like cheap fireworks as I posed defiantly — chest out, legs apart, middle finger raised high. The first wave of men grabbed at me. I headbutted one hard, tasting blood on my lips, and laughed loudly. “Harder, you pathetic assholes! This is nothing but a warm-up for me!” But the hours dragged on and on. They kept rotating, never giving me a real break. I quickly noticed the drugs they were using — some nasty Roanapur chemical shit. These bastards would grunt, cum thick loads deep inside my cunt, my ass, and down my throat… then their gigantic cocks would swell back up rock-hard again in seconds, veins bulging, ready for more without any downtime. They ripped my tank top off, exposing my breasts to the cameras. My shorts followed, torn away violently. One by one they yanked off my combat boots. A grinning thug peeled off my sweaty sock and forced it deep into my mouth, the sour, filthy taste making me gag and choke. “Open wide, bitch,” one growled. A monstrous, wrist-thick cock pushed down my throat, stretching my jaw painfully and bulging my neck. I choked but tried to glare up with pure hate. At the same time, two others spread my legs wide and slammed into my pussy and ass together, pounding me brutally while cum leaked down my thighs in sticky streams. The wet, relentless slapping sounds filled the cell, mixed with the constant click of cameras. Then the voices changed. They became soft, almost gentle, which made it so much worse. “Good girl… Drink it all up, girl.” A rough hand stroked my matted hair almost tenderly while the cock continued fucking my face. “You can take it. You’re such a strong little girl.” Those words cut straight through me like a hot knife. Strong little girl. Suddenly I was thrown back into memories I tried so hard to bury. That roach-filled Chinatown apartment, the dim light swinging overhead. My father’s drunken breath on my neck, his heavy body pinning my small frame as he whispered the same sick shit: “Strong little girl, take it for daddy.” The pain, the locked door, my useless little hands pushing against him. Then the crooked cops in the back alley, passing me around under the streetlights, laughing softly with the exact same tone — “Good girl, drink it all up.” The helplessness I thought I had burned away with every bullet I ever fired. Tears started stinging my eyes. I tried to snarl and fight around the thick shaft destroying my throat, but my body began shaking uncontrollably. They flipped me around like a broken toy — one hammering my ass, another wrecking my pussy, the third forcing even deeper down my gagging throat. More photos flashed. More cum flooded every part of me. “Good girl, Revy. Take our cocks. You’re doing so well, strong little girl.” I shattered inside. Real panic exploded through me. Tears poured down my face as I sobbed helplessly around the cock choking me. I wasn’t the tough Two Hands anymore. I was just that scared little girl from Manhattan again, small, worthless, and leaking everywhere while monsters used me. The old trauma mixed with the present until I couldn’t tell them apart. My tough shell was gone, replaced by raw fear and broken sobs. They kept going for what felt like forever, whispering those creepy praises, slapping my ass, twisting my nipples, filling me over and over. My mind spun into darkness, body twitching from forced orgasms that hurt more than they pleasured. But then something deep inside me snapped back — the pure rage that had kept me alive all these years clawed its way through the pain. With a muffled scream, I twisted hard against the cuffs on the rough floor until a link finally gave way. I grabbed a dropped pistol from the ground. Chaos erupted. I started firing wildly, headshots dropping the first two guys instantly. Naked, covered in cum and sweat, I laughed through my tears as I snatched another gun. “You thought you broke me, you fucks?!” I roared. Bullets flew as I tore through the rest of them, shooting, stabbing ripping them with my hands. The little girl inside me was still crying but revy two hand was back. Balalaika would hear about this soon enough. Revenge is sweet and i was just getting started'
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Revy Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
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