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Poolside peachy girl

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

warmicestudios
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Casual outfit for shopping

zuzul
AI art 'Aura Captured' with user description 'The snow crunched beneath my boots as I approached the tavern, a solitary beacon of warmth in this frozen wasteland. My violet hair whipped in the biting wind, and the **Scales of Obedience** at my hip rattled—a reminder of my absolute authority. I, Aura the Guillotine, did not fear these mortals. They were but insects whose lives were measured in the weight of their souls. As I reached the door, an old, obese man blocked my path, his face a map of filth and scars. "You killed them all," he rasped. "My entire bloodline. I challenge you, Aura. A measure of souls." My pride was my undoing. I scanned his mana; it was pathetic. I could have ended him instantly, but I wanted to see the despair on his face when his own soul condemned him. I summoned the Scales, pouring my vast, ancient mana into my side. The scale tipped instantly toward me. But seconds before his mana touched the plate, he drained a shimmering vial. It was a **Potion of Infinite Illusion**. It didn’t actually increase his power, but it tricked the magical logic of the scales, making his mana appear as a bottomless, infinite abyss for five crucial seconds. The balance slammed down on his side with the force of a falling mountain. Because the scale "saw" him as superior, its magic bound my very soul to his will. "Silence," he commanded, his voice cold and flat. "Speak only when I tell you to. Only do what I want you to do." He took me to his new home town, a place I destroyed 60 years ago, rebuilt by the child i dis not kill that time.. he ordered me to serve every one of them, and i Did... one after another, no resting.. some where big, big as monsters, their bodies made mine look small, After forty-eight hours of being used by every man in his village—my demonic body cruelly resetting my anatomy to a virgin state after every violation—he led me to a stone square. "Put your head and hands through here," he ordered, pointing to a heavy, stone-and-iron guillotine frame. "**Wait here in this position in silence until I return. And keep serving anyone who comes to use you.**" He never came back. I have been in this position for seven hundred years. My neck and wrists are locked into the frame, my spine permanently arched, my rear perpetually exposed to the whims of the kingdom that grew around my shackle. I have forgotten the sound of my own voice; the concept of speech has withered in my mind like a dead leaf. I have forgotten the taste of food and the warmth of a bed. Most importantly, I have never slept. My demonic stamina ensures I remain wide awake, forced to witness every second of my degradation through the centuries. The square is never empty. I have become a living monument, a landmark of flesh and stone. Around the base of my pedestal, a permanent slum of forty hobos has taken root. They live in wretched huts built against my legs, treating my body as a communal hearth. While the city sleeps, they take turns fucking me all night long, their unwashed bodies a constant weight against my cold skin. During the day, travelers from across the world join the queue. Sometimes five or six men use me simultaneously—one at my mouth, others at my pussy and anus—clambering over each other to claim a piece of the monster. My body is a cursed masterpiece of regeneration. It is a biological nightmare of rapid recovery. One second, a man withdraws and my ass is left **extremely gaped**, a dark, distended void pulsing from the trauma of his intrusion; in the very next second, the demonic magic surges through my tissue, sealing the opening until it is **virgin again**. I am a perpetual loop of destruction and restoration, a tight, "pure" vessel that is torn open by the next stranger only to reset before his seed even cools. I no longer think of magic. The only thing that exists is the count. I have become a living abacus. One billion. One billion and ten. The number is the only thing I truly know. I watch the fashion of the men change and the seasons bleed into centuries. I am a hole in the center of the world, a silent vessel that has processed the seed of entire lineages. I am the first demon to ever feel the sting of a tear, a single drop of salt water that has carved a permanent track down my weathered face—a testament to a billion men and an eternity of silence.'
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Aura Captured

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Swimsuit Gravure (10)"
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Swimsuit Gravure (10)

freemanlac
AI art 'Kaido's son (11)'
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Kaido's son (11)

freemanlac
AI art 'Nagatoro Favor ❤️' with user description 'The art room was quiet until Black called out from his laptop, "Hey Nagatoro... I'm almost at 2k followers on betterwaifu. Those sets of photos I took of you helped a lot. Thanks." "Hah? Two thousand?!" Nagatoro lunged forward, leaning close to the screen with a wicked, cat-like grin. "Are you serious, Senpai?! You're getting all hyped up over a measly two thousand followers? *Gross!* @zuzul has 4k+ and @octavian are going to 3k also their work are so much better than yours, and I really would love if @bad77 let me use Annie for a night. You really are just a lonely, desperate little otaku, practicing your creepy little photography hobbies on a high school girl just to farm clicks!" She hit his elbow, her arms going completely "noodly" as she waved them around. "But you'd be completely helpless without me, wouldn't you? A total loser who can't even get a single view unless a super cute underclassman strikes a pose for him! You better not think those photos were free!" Black didn't flinch. He leaned back, locking his gaze onto hers with a cold, knowing intensity. "Well, remember that day in the art room with all the professors? The weekend with your grandma's new husband, even that strange ritual and the time you were chained in a bathroom for a week for any man to use? I need one more favor from you to get to 2k." Nagatoro’s playful arms froze instantly. The smug grin vanished, leaving her expression utterly blank. Her eyes narrowed into dark pinpricks as she stared at the floor. "Shut up," she said, her voice dropping to a low, quiet whisper. "Just... shut your mouth, Senpai. Don't talk about that. You don't know anything about any of that. You aren't supposed to know." Trembling with sheer panic, she grabbed her bag with a violent jerk. "I'm leaving. Don't look at me, don't talk to me, and don't you dare post anything else." Before her hand could twist the doorknob, the heavy door swung open. Ten massive, heavily built men filed into the narrow school room, their imposing figures completely blocking the exit. Nagatoro backed up against the door, her frantic denial vanishing into a tense, heavy stillness. She let out a shaky breath, her shoulders sagging as the weight of her exposed secrets and the men's presence hit her. "You... you really are a monster, aren't you?" she murmured, a faint, bitter trace of her signature grin touching the corner of her mouth. "Bringing up that week.. God, I still feel the chill of that concrete floor. Seven days of being treated like absolute garbage.. I didn't think anyone even knew the half of it." She looked at Black, a familiar, dark thrill beginning to fight through her fear. "You're lucky I'm already ruined, Senpai. Fine. Set up your camera. Let's just get this session over with. Right as she dropped her bag and stepped toward the center of the room, the door swung open yet again. Thirty more men filed into the already packed space. "Sorry they were late," Black said calmly. Remove your clothes and let's go.Guys one cum one pic The sheer absurdity of the crowd broke her out of her dark mood. She leapt backward, her face flushing a furious crimson as she pointed a trembling finger at him. "Are you completely out of your mind, Senpai?! Thirty *more*?! Where are you even finding these people on a Sunday?! I don't care what we agreed to a second ago! There is a limit to how much your desperate little otaku brain can demand! The deal is totally off!" But the men did not care about her protests. They closed the distance immediately, their heavy hands taking absolute control. In their relentless surge, they ripped all her clothes, tearing the school uniform completely from her body until she was left entirely exposed in the middle of the crowded room. They pinned her down, disregarding her screaming as the five-hour marathon began. They focused entirely on a single, ruthless routine: they used only her throat. The initial shock of the crowd's unyielding demand quickly dissolved into a dark, intoxicating rhythm. Every time she thought she couldn't take any more, another man took his place, forcing her to stretch her limits past what she thought possible. Her eyes watered and her vocal cords strained as one by one, without a single moment of reprieve, every single one of the thirty-plus men ended their turn deep inside her throat. Halfway through, the frantic panic completely melted away, replaced by the mindless bliss of total surrender. She found that exact same dark, addictive thrill she had hidden away in the park bathroom—the euphoric realization that she was being used completely as an object, and that her body loved every single second of the degradation. Finally, after five consecutive hours, the last of the men filed out, leaving the room in silence under the flickering fluorescent lights. Nagatoro remained kneeling flat on the cold floorboards, her tangled hair clinging to her damp neck, her throat raw and aching from the relentless strain. Continues in the comments'
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Nagatoro Favor ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Can't help it"
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Can't help it

viviesea
AI art "Niijima Sae"
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Niijima Sae

lorezioezio69
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Nico Robin

hectoraptoroui
AI art "Swimsuit Gravure (36)"
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Swimsuit Gravure (36)

freemanlac
AI art "Ideas for a new character?"
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Ideas for a new character?

wesley33
AI art "Update on her living situation"
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Update on her living situation

zesoul
AI art 'Matsumoto Rangiku Magazine' with user description 'Porn magazine of Matsumoto Rangiku'
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Matsumoto Rangiku Magazine

xrav34
AI art "Office Lady gym session continues"
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Office Lady gym session continues

salazar01
AI art 'Chapter #03 THE MANSION OF FETISHES. Part 1.' with user description 'A distant relative of Mireya entrusted her to go to the old abandoned family mansion, because her grandfather had hidden the family relic in the mansion, but they did not expect what they would find. The girls arrived at the mansion and split up to search. Alison went to the rooms upstairs, when suddenly she was attacked by fetishist ghost neighborhoods. Thank you for reading, I hope you like it.'
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Chapter #03 THE MANSION OF FETISHES. Part 1.

crow-7w7
AI art 'Chapter#01, The Chosen: sofi. part 6.' with user description 'And don't forget, if you see something strange, it's because all of this is just a dream...'
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Chapter#01, The Chosen: sofi. part 6.

dreamwalker
AI art "Kitagawa Marin"
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Kitagawa Marin

lorezioezio69
AI art 'Naruto girls'
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Naruto girls

aleda
AI art "Mori Calliope"
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Mori Calliope

lorezioezio69
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