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Iommi Knows What You Like

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AI art '300 Thank you very much. (PokeGirls part 3)' with user description 'Part 3 from the PokeGirls for you. Enjoy them.'

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300 Thank you very much. (PokeGirls part 3)

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Zelda after sex

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Danganronpa 3 Glass pt1

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Asahina Casting

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Chel collection

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Alone with your bully

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Robin Casting

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Alisa Mikhailovna

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Feet ❤️

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AI art "foot fetish"

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foot fetish

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Tsunade Casting

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AI art 'Thank you for 100 Follows (PokeGirls Part 1)' with user description 'Thank you for 100 and more Follower. As a Special for you almost the most girls from Pokemon want to Share her best Time with you.

More Follows for the second part.'

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Thank you for 100 Follows (PokeGirls Part 1)

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AI art 'Feetdesday Extended! - February 11, 2026' with user description 'Misato and Shinji have a... Complicated relationship.'

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Feetdesday Extended! - February 11, 2026

AI art 'Hiyoko Casting' with user description 'The fluorescent lights of the terminal hummed with a sterile, soul-crushing boredom that I absolutely adored. I adjusted my sunglasses, my fingers drumming against the handle of a vibrant green suitcase. It was heavy—unusually heavy for a carry-on—but I pulled it with a skip in my step.
Inside, tucked away like a precious, foul-mouthed doll, was Hiyoko Saionji.
The flight was a blur of despair-filled anticipation. By the time I reached the humid, nameless country and navigated the back alleys to the rendezvous point—a derelict warehouse smelling of salt and rot—my skin was tingling. A group of men stood there, the kind of bottom-feeders that society tries to pretend don't exist. Sexual offenders, outcasts, the worst of the worst. Perfect.
"You brought the package?" the leader grunted, eyeing the green case.
"Oh, better than that," I purred, dropping to my knees. "I brought an appetizer."
I didn't waste time. I moved from one man to the next, my hands and mouth working with a manic, despair-inducing precision. I did fellatio on every single member of the gang, watching their eyes glaze over with a mix of lust and confusion. I wanted them primed. I wanted them hungry. I wanted their blood pumping and their primal instincts screaming for the main course. By the time I stood up, wiping my lip with a wicked grin, the room was thick with the scent of musk and anticipation.
"Enjoy the dessert," I giggled, blowing them a kiss as I stepped out into the night, leaving the suitcase behind.
### Hiyoko’s POV
The world was dark, cramped, and cold. I had been curled in that suitcase for hours, completely naked, my skin pressed against the hard lining. I could hear the muffled sounds of Junko’s voice, the wet, rhythmic noises of her "service," and then... a final, chilling silence.
The suitcase tipped over with a thud. The zipper rasped, a jagged line of light cutting through my dark prison. The lid flipped open.
I blinked against the harsh glare of a single hanging bulb. I didn't reach for anything to cover myself—I didn't have anything. I was exposed, vulnerable, and exactly where I wanted to be. Surrounding me was a wall of men—rough, scarred, and completely aroused. I looked up from my position on the floor and saw a forest of penises, angry and engorged, hovering just inches from my face. My heart hammered against my ribs, a wild, rhythmic drumming that echoed in my ears.
They didn't waste a second. Rough hands hauled my naked body out of the case. They moved with a practiced, brutal efficiency, binding my bare limbs in intricate BDSM ropes. The coarse hemp bit into my soft, unprotected skin, pulling me taut until my back arched and my body was displayed like a piece of meat on a hook.
"Look at this little thing," one of them hissed, his hand calloused as it roamed over my stomach. "She's been waiting for us."
Then, the onslaught began. Because I was already naked, there was no barrier, no delay. They used me in every way possible—orally, vaginally, and anal. I was a vessel for their collective depravity. The friction was relentless, the weight of their massive bodies crushing the air from my lungs. I was gagged, my cries muffled as they took turns, sometimes two or three at once, filling every available space I had. The humiliation was absolute; the physical sensation was an overwhelming tide of heat and pressure that made my vision swim.
But as a thick, hot wave of their release coated my bare skin and filled my throat, a thought flickered through the haze of my mind.
Junko thought she was breaking me. She thought she was throwing me into the pit of despair by selling my naked, helpless body to these monsters. But as I felt the rough rope burn against my thighs and the sheer power of these men tearing into me, I couldn't help the secret, internal thrill.
This was exactly what I had asked for.
I had been the one to whisper the idea to Junko weeks ago, feigning fear while planting the seed of this "betrayal." The kidnapping, the suitcase, the naked delivery—it was all my design. Every sting of the rope and every monstrous stretch was a fulfillment of the one fetish I could never tell the other Ultimates about. As the leader gripped my hair and forced me down once more, I didn't feel despair. I felt a twisted, ecstatic sense of victory.'

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Hiyoko Casting

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Mitsuri Pole dance

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AI art 'Akane Casting' with user description 'The moonlight shimmered off the dark waves of the Jabberwock Island shore, casting long, rhythmic shadows across the sand. The air was thick with the salt of the ocean and the lingering heat of a tropical night. **Akane Owari** stood near the tide line, her breathing heavy, though she wasn't out of breath from a sprint. Standing before her were two men—specimens of raw, muscular power, their chests broad and their presence commanding.
Toko Fukawa, hidden behind a nearby palm tree with a notebook and a flashlight, watched with a mix of horror and obsessive fascination. She had followed Akane after the gymnast mentioned a "late-night training session" that required "maximum stamina."
"Alright," Akane said, her voice husky as she wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead. "You guys said you wanted to see if a gymnast’s flexibility actually translates to a real fight. I’m game. But if I win, you’re buying me the biggest barbecue spread on the island."
One of the men, a giant with shoulders like granite, let out a low chuckle. "And if you can't keep up with both of us, Akane? The stakes are different. We get to use that body until we're satisfied. Every inch of it."
Akane’s eyes flashed with a predatory spark. She didn't hesitate. She kicked off her shoes and dropped her shirt into the sand, standing there in the moonlight, her toned, 18-year-old frame glowing. "Deal. Let's see if those muscles are just for show."
The **Gangbang**—short but incredibly intense—began right there on the cooling sand. Akane didn't wait to be taken; she lunged forward, but the two men moved with a coordinated strength that pinned her down almost instantly. The first stage was a relentless **Fellatio** circuit. Akane was pulled into a sitting position, forced into a **Deepthroat** that pushed her limits. Taking their massive, thick lengths into her throat was a revelation of girth; she felt her airway occupied by a density that forced her to prioritize the sensation over breathing.
"Is that... all you got?" she gasped, her voice ragged as she pulled back, only to be flipped onto her hands and knees.
The main event was a display of sheer physical expansion. Because of her gymnast’s flexibility, the men decided to push her to her absolute threshold. They engaged in a **Double Penetration** that felt like it was rearranging her internal structure. She had one man in her pussy and the other in her **Anus** at the same time. The scale was monumental; the obsidian-hard length of their dicks stretched her frame until she thought her muscles would snap.
Akane screamed into the night air, her body arching as she **cummed** again and again. The friction of their heavy, rhythmic movements created a heat that made her skin feel like it was on fire. She was being used, filled, and stretched, her internal walls pulsing in a dazed attempt to hold onto both of them.
The finale was a total biological saturation. The two men stood over her as she lay exhausted in the sand. They guided her into one final, punishing **Deepthroat**, and as they reached their peak, they unleashed a **Bukkake** that was legendary in its volume. They drowned her in their warmth, the white fluid painting her face, her hair, and her heaving chest.
Because they held her mouth shut to ensure every drop was delivered, the pressure forced the warm, thick cream through her sinuses. Akane felt the stinging heat of **cum** leaking from her **nose**, and a faint warmth even reached her **ears**. She was internally and externally flooded.
When they finally stepped back, Akane remained on the sand, her legs wide and trembling. She looked up at the stars, a dazed, satisfied smile on her face as white fluid trickled from her nose and lips.
"Best... workout... ever," she whispered.
Behind the tree, Toko Fukawa’s pen snapped in half. "Y-You... you absolute monster! I can't write this! No one will believe the physics! But... the way that fluid leaked... it was... aesthetically... compelling..." She scrambled to find another pen, her hands shaking as she began to record the "data."'

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Akane Casting

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