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AI art '😻 Procrastination, Overtime' with user description 'This kitten likes to work overtime 🍧😏'

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😻 Procrastination, Overtime

AI art '😻 Procrastination, Thursday' with user description 'When you're in the office and you should be working (or at least pretending to be), but all you can think about is catgirls, boobs, pussies, summer and the beach 🏖️'

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😻 Procrastination, Thursday

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rabbits coat

AI art "I hit the nail on the head here."

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I hit the nail on the head here.

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frieren pt.2

AI art 'Rising Badge' with user description 'Ash and his friends reach Blackthorn City, where he plans to battle Sandra, the Gym Leader. To win, he must prove his endurance against Dragon-type Pokémon.'

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Rising Badge

AI art "Alisa (Cold Steel)"

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Alisa (Cold Steel)

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Roxy + bonus

AI art 'Asuna SAO, play time'

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Asuna SAO, play time

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Beach Day Pt.3

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Haru has an appointment

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Frankie Foster at Home

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AI art 'Happy Easter Guys repost' with user description 'The digital hum of the Jabberwock Island beach house seemed to synchronize with the rapid, shallow breathing of Chiaki Nanami. She sat in the center of the room, the flickering blue light of the monitor behind her casting long, glitchy shadows across the floor. Sonia, Akane, and Mikan watched in stunned silence as the Ultimate Gamer began to recount the full, unedited sequence of the "Despair Easter Special"—a memory file she had previously tried to compress, but was now forced to render in full, agonizing detail.
"I... I need to tell you how it actually happened. From the very first 'level' to the 'Game Over' screen," Chiaki began, her voice dropping into a low, rhythmic drone. "It wasn't just a shoot; it was a total immersion. Junko took me to a forest that didn't feel real. The trees were ancient and twisted, and she had set up these massive, high-intensity green spotlights that bathed everything in a sickly, radioactive glow. I was dressed in that Monomi suit—a tight, high-cut pink leotard with those long, heavy rabbit ears that kept tugging my head back. No padding, no protection. Just me, exposed in the cold night air."
Chiaki’s eyes glazed over, her 18-year-old mind retreating into the simulation of the past. "The man was waiting in a clearing. He was a giant, a physical boss encounter I had no hope of dodging. Junko gave the signal, and the 'game' began. He started by asserting total control, his massive hands gripping my waist so hard I thought my hit points would drop to zero instantly. He forced me down, and the first stage was the Blowjob. I had to worship his enormous, pulsing member under those green lights, my blue hair fanning out over the mossy ground. I was already shaking, my system overloaded by his sheer scale."
"Then came the 'mechanics' of the Easter theme," she continued, her face flushing a deep, vivid crimson. "Junko brought out a basket of Easter eggs. They were made of heavy, polished resin—larger than real eggs, smooth and freezing cold. The man positioned me against a gnarled oak tree and began the Vaginal penetration. It was a critical hit; he was so large that I felt my internal boundaries shifting. But as he drove into me, he didn't stop. He took the first egg and pushed it deep inside, right past his own girth. The sensation of that cold, hard object being forced into my womb while he was still occupying me... it was a sensory paradox."
"He didn't stop there. He pushed a second egg into my Vagina, and then a third. I could feel them clashing together inside me, a heavy, rhythmic clicking that vibrated through my entire lower body. My 18-year-old anatomy was being stretched to its absolute structural limit. And then... he moved to my Anal passage. He pushed two more eggs in there, one after the other, until I was physically incapable of closing either entrance. I was a container, a vessel for Junko's twisted holiday decorations. I was being 'stuffed' like a prize-filled plushie."
Chiaki’s hands gripped her knees, her knuckles white. "This is the part I was ashamed to tell you. As the man resumed his frantic, heavy pacing—slamming into me while those five eggs shifted and rolled deep within my most private depths—my body stopped resisting. The green lights seemed to pulse in time with my heart. I wasn't just enduring it; I was craving it. My first orgasm hit like a lightning strike, a total system bypass that left me sobbing. Then the second. Then the third. By the twelfth orgasm, I was a broken mess of pleasure and lewd desperation."
"I was begging for it," Chiaki whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and heat. "I was arched back against that tree, my Monomi suit soaked in sweat and forest dew, screaming for him to fill me even more. I wanted to be ruined. I wanted the 'Despair' Junko promised. At the climax, he delivered the final 'payload.' A double Creampie—a massive, pressurized torrent of his essence that flooded the spaces between the resin eggs. I felt my stomach distend, the warmth of his tribute mixing with the cold of the eggs, making me feel impossibly heavy and anchored to the forest floor."
"When he finally withdrew, the 'Game Over' screen didn't appear. I was left there, gaped and completely open. My 18-year-old rear and pussy were wide, pulsing circles that couldn't retract because of the eggs still lodged deep inside. I was leaking a thick, white stream of fluid that clouded over the moss, my Monomi ears drooping in the dirt. I lay there for hours under those green lights, overfilled and discarded, feeling the weight of those five eggs and his massive tribute inside me. And the most despair-inducing part of all... was that I didn't want it to end. I loved being his broken, overstuffed Easter bunny."
Chiaki finally fell silent, the virtual world around her appearing to stabilize as she finished her data dump. She looked at her friends—Sonia, Akane, and Mikan—with eyes that had seen the absolute end of the game and found a true ending'

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Happy Easter Guys repost

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AI art 'Lucina ( fire emblem )'

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Lucina ( fire emblem )

AI art 'Inoue Orihime'

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Inoue Orihime

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AI art "Elsa might be frozen, but that pussy definitely is warm and juicy"

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Elsa might be frozen, but that pussy definitely is warm and juicy

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