Langue
Affichage
Grille d'images
Autocomplétion du prompt
Filtrage du contenu
Aide & Support
icône de réclamation quotidienne : verre vide
Réclamation quotidienne
Aujourd'hui
S
+3
M
+3
T
+4
W
+4
T
+5
F
+5
S
+6
Réclame chaque jour pour faire grandir ta série.
icône de réclamation quotidienne : un seau rempli d'or
Packs de crédits

Crédits supplémentaires

NEW
Referrals
Referrals

Share and earn

icône des quêtes
Quêtes

Complète des quêtes pour gagner des crédits

grabbing another's hair

grabbing another's hair

3 Followers
1girlblushbreastsheterolong hair1boylarge breastssweatnipplessolo focusopen mouthnudepenissexuncensoredindoorsblack hairasscumtonguecompletely nudesex from behindtongue outpussycollarbonelooking at viewernavelhair ornamentshort hairthighs
AI art "Deep Stretching is important"
30

Deep Stretching is important

octavian
18
AI art 'Parda's Date Night' with user description 'Cyndel Vale pulled up to @parda with a sultry smile. The night air was cool against her skin as they parked in a secluded spot just off the road. She'd been teasing him the whole drive over, crossing and uncrossing her legs, letting her hand brush against his thigh. This sex date was exactly what he craved—raw, spontaneous, and filthy. "Come here," she purred, pulling him close by his shirt. Parda's hands were on her immediately, cupping her full, heavy breasts through the thin fabric. He squeezed them greedily, feeling her nipples harden under his palms. Cyndel moaned softly, arching her back to press them harder into his grip. "Mmm, you like that?" With a wicked grin, she tugged down her blouse in one smooth motion. Parda groaned at the sight, his cock already straining against his pants as he stared. She unzipped him eagerly. His thick dick sprang out, hard and throbbing. Cyndel wrapped her soft, warm breasts around his shaft, squeezing them together tightly for a deep, slippery titfuck. "Fuck my tits, baby," she whispered, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes. Parda thrust between them, groaning as her soft flesh milked him. After a few minutes of that heavenly pressure, Cyndel switched it up. She took him into her mouth, sucking his dick with wet, sloppy enthusiasm—bobbing her head, swirling her tongue around the shaft, and taking him deep until her lips kissed his base. "Outside," she gasped, pulling back with a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. She stood and bent over the hood of the car, hiking up her dress to reveal her bare, dripping pussy. Parda didn't hesitate. He slammed into her from behind, fucking her hard and deep right there in the open air. Cyndel's moans grew louder as he pounded her, one hand reaching around to grope her swinging tits. He grabbed a fistful of her long hair, yanking her head back as he thrust faster. "Yes! Pull it harder," she cried, pushing back against him. The intense rhythm sent waves of pleasure through her until Parda tensed up, burying himself deep and cumming hard inside her while gripping her hair like reins. As he started to pull out, still pulsing, Cyndel spun around and squatted down gracefully. She took his slick cock back into her mouth, sucking and stroking the last drops of his load from him, swallowing every bit with a satisfied hum. She licked him clean, then looked up with a playful smile, wiping her lips. "Mmm, that was a good time, Parda. Thanks for the hot fuck." She stood up, adjusting her dress casually. "Now... what's your friend @warmicestudios' number? I think I'd like to see what he can do next." @peterco @zuzul @cef_ultra @bad77 @terror2 @barry915 @blackhairedstudent @zesoul @kendarfulgrim @onlyyouprod @smut317 @gildenstein @reptorn @hollenwulf @casca_kirei-onna'
29

Parda's Date Night

octavian
39
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.""'
12

The Bell Can't Save You Now. 🕰️🖤

cef_ultra
8
AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money 8 (ft. Captain Nemesis)"
25

Cyndel Vale needs money 8 (ft. Captain Nemesis)

octavian
12
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"'
23

In HornyTown cuteness left a long time ago...

warmicestudios
18
AI art '😼 Cat fight' with user description 'Stop arguing and fighting, kitties! I am back home! 🐱 @cef_ultra @octavian @warmicestudios @parda @cro_bo @bad77 @terror2 @barry915 @zesoul @onlyyouprod @candylover @gildenstein @reptorn @artfx85 @varcolac @doggomage @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @ririfake @hollenwulf'
16

😼 Cat fight

peterco
22
AI art "Conejita en celo"
30

Conejita en celo

razorone0704
AI art "Trixxie 1/2"
30

Trixxie 1/2

zuzul
3
AI art
3

Sans titre

geronimobeavers45
2
AI art "More Fire Emblem Girls 3"
29

More Fire Emblem Girls 3

onlyyouprod
AI art 'CHAPTER 1: “This is my town”' with user description 'A sad trumpet playing in the background. A slow piano joins in. A silky-velvet female voice: "This is my city: HornyTown. The place I was born and the place I intend to lay off my bones when this beautiful sack of skin has had enough. This is a place where you are free to be yourself. No one judging, no one complaining. A place where a man can come up to you and offer to stick his salami in your bun. No offense intended, either you take his load or he takes a hike. Nothing personal. A place where work and play blend together. One cannot be so sure if you are getting paid for work or for fun. Here your office job includes giving blow jobs or maybe giving blow jobs IS your day job, you pick your poison. Here, working extra hours doesn’t necessarily mean you get paid more, you just get more pleasure. That’s all. No one cares, no one complains. Whether you are a boy or a girl, you don’t get paid extra for giving out your meat. It is what it is. You can be on top riding a stiff-john one night and under a fat dick taking a spanking the next. And that’s me: Detective Pearl Jennings from the A.S.S. Department. The Anti-Social Spanking Department. We call it A.S.S. for short. We work the streets and we take care of the Johns and Janes that break the law. You obey the rules or you get your spanking. You see, I love my city. HornyTown is a place to live a nice and comfortable life. And I work every day for my people making sure it stays that way. (To be continued)'
26

CHAPTER 1: “This is my town”

warmicestudios
32
AI art "Darkness"
11

Darkness

lorezioezio69
Video post
3

Sans titre

vaderisking
12
AI art "Darkness gets what she wants"
10

Darkness gets what she wants

octavian
9
AI art 'Voyage to Rivermoor - The Legend of Dalia' with user description 'The journey to the port of Nightvale took three days. Dalia arrived at the bustling harbor. The smell of salt, fish, and tar hung heavy in the air. Tall masts creaked in the wind as ships rocked gently at the docks. Dalia walked through the crowded waterfront until they found the vessel they had been directed to: The Crimson Tide, a large, weathered merchant ship bound for Rivermoor. Old Captain Talos stood on the gangplank. He looked the group over slowly, his gaze lingering on each woman before settling on Dalia. “You want passage?” he asked, voice rough from years at sea. “We’re sailing with the tide tonight. But passage on the sea isn’t cheap.” Dalia stepped forward, her golden glow carefully muted. “I carry the King’s gold. Name your price.” Talos let out a low, humorless chuckle and shook his head. “Gold means nothing once we leave sight of land, little lady. Out there, the only currency that matters is flesh. If you want to sail on The Crimson Tide, you pay with sex. Every single day of the voyage. You will be available to the crew. Sixty men. They work hard. They fuck harder. You’ll serve them whenever and however they want.” “It’s a fifteen-day voyage across the sea,” Dalia said plainly. "I know," Talos responded. "These are the terms, Vicar." “I accept your terms, Captain. Fifteen days. I expect to be fed and not beaten. In return, you will take me safely to Rivermoor.” Talos grinned, eyes raking over the beautiful woman. “Smart choice, Princess. Welcome aboard The Crimson Tide.” He gestured toward the ship. The crew of sixty rough, hungry sailors watched from the deck with open lust as the woman began to board. As soon as the ship cleared the harbor and the last strip of land disappeared over the horizon, the rules changed. The crew of sixty men wasted no time. The gang-fucking began immediately and without mercy. The fifteen-day voyage had officially begun. Dalia closed her eyes, already mentally preparing herself for the long days and nights ahead. The lower galley of The Crimson Tide had become a nonstop orgy of flesh and cum. The sailors were relentless. There was no rest, no mercy, no breaks. As soon as one man finished, another took his place — sometimes two or three at once. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, sex, and salt. The wet, obscene sounds of cocks slamming into soaked holes, gagging throat sounds, and slapping skin filled the entire lower deck. On the fifteenth morning, the Crimson Tide finally sighted land. As the ship docked at the small port near Rivermoor, the exhausted woman stood at the railing, breathing in the fresh air like it was salvation. She got off at the Rivermoor Dock, sore, exhausted but closer to her objective. “I endured more than anyone should have to. Tomorrow I begin the search for the temple near here. But tonight… I recover.” @parda @bad77 @barry915 @kendarfulgrim @murcie @warmicestudios @cef_ultra @peterco @terror2 @blackhairedstudent'
30

Voyage to Rivermoor - The Legend of Dalia

octavian
8
AI art "Psychedelic dream"
24

Psychedelic dream

zuzul
9
AI art "fern"
20

fern

steven1599
1
AI art

Sans titre

kyogrennn
AI art

Sans titre

flatliner42
3
AI art "More FE Girls 2"
12

More FE Girls 2

onlyyouprod
1