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AI art "Experiments 3"
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Experiments 3

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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

blackhairedstudent
AI art
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Sin título

chainny
AI art "Chapter 6: “The aftermath”"
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Chapter 6: “The aftermath”

warmicestudios
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

octavian
AI art 'A girl at the pump' with user description 'I saw a woman without a bra in a tight white long-sleeve body tee at the pump today⛽ Loose, braless, large breasts and visible dark large areolas passed me by... How can they walk like that? 🔥 This unplanned set is a mixture of this unexpected experience and my imagination 😏 (more of imagination than experience 😃)'
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A girl at the pump

peterco
AI art '"Free Time" U.N.A. Chapter 3, Part 1'
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"Free Time" U.N.A. Chapter 3, Part 1

crow-7w7
AI art "Tifa Lockhart"
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Tifa Lockhart

midnight-fox95
AI art "Mirko"
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Mirko

midnight-fox95
AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money 6"
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Cyndel Vale needs money 6

octavian
AI art 'Toga enjoying her day' with user description 'Toga living her perfect, pleasurable, life.'
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Toga enjoying her day

ghoulrp
AI art "Ouka's Home Invasion Fantasy"
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Ouka's Home Invasion Fantasy

smut317
AI art "Rent-A-Maid"
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Rent-A-Maid

octavian
AI art "Matoi"
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Matoi

zerogroupe21
AI art "Shiemi (ao no exorcist)."
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Shiemi (ao no exorcist).

mrka1
AI art "Tsunade Office"
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Tsunade Office

midnight-fox95
AI art
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Sin título

hlfy
AI art "Korra"
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Korra

sjame83
AI art "Tamaki from Fire Force"
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Tamaki from Fire Force

kevinlor20
AI art "Office Lady's photoshoot compilation part 1"
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Office Lady's photoshoot compilation part 1

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