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holding leash

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AI art 'Lili Slut ❤️'
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Lili Slut ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Would you take it ?'

Would you take it ?

abyssdiver
AI art "Walkies with Anya"
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Walkies with Anya

zesoul
AI art 'A Happy Place' with user description 'Well... Hope you enjoy it, wherever it is lol'

A Happy Place

mellmell1
AI art 'Night-time walk with Anara' with user description 'You invite Anara for a midnight walk on Valentine's Day. You give her a set of instructions to follow. She seems excited over the phone. But doing it makes her nervous. But as always, she enjoys it once she gets into it.'
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Night-time walk with Anara

zesoul
AI art 'Kaguya Dark Fantasy' with user description 'The Sunday sun filtered through the stained glass of the chapel, casting vibrant hues of crimson and gold across Kaguya Shinomiya’s folded hands. To the world, she was the ice queen, the pinnacle of refinement and the heir to a trillion-yen empire. But as the final "Amen" echoed, her heart raced not with piety, but with the anticipation of the transformation that awaited her. She left the sanctuary with the grace of a saint, yet her thoughts were already descending into the dark, meticulously planned ritual she had commissioned to escape the suffocating weight of her own name. Once inside the secluded, soundproofed manor she kept hidden from the Shinomiya eyes, the transition began. The six men she had selected were chosen for their sheer physical presence and their willingness to strip away every layer of her dignity. They were the antithesis of the polished suitors her father favored. As she stood before them, still clad in her Sunday best, the psychological shift was instantaneous. The "Ice Queen" didn't just melt; she shattered. *This is what I am beneath the pearls,* she thought, her breath hitching as the first of them barked a command for her to drop to her knees. *Not an heir, not a genius. Just a creature meant to be used. A dog.* The contrast was the source of her ecstasy. Every Sunday morning, she was forced to be perfect—every word measured, every glance calculated. Here, in the dim light of the basement, she was forbidden from speaking unless it was a whimper of submission. As the men loomed over her, their shadows swallowing her small frame, Kaguya felt a profound sense of relief. The burden of being "Kaguya Shinomiya" was a crown of thorns; here, it was replaced by a collar. One of them roughly grabbed her hair, forcing her head back. "Time to work, Skank," he growled. Kaguya’s mind spun. *Yes. Call me that. Erase the Shinomiya. Erase the dignity.* The physical reality of the situation was a brutal, rhythmic onslaught. As they began to use her, focusing entirely on her back way to preserve the "purity" that her family so obsessively guarded for future political alliances, Kaguya’s internal monologue was a frantic loop of self-discovery. Each impact was a reminder that she possessed a body that could feel something other than the cold chill of expectation. She felt the heat of them, the smell of sweat and leather, and the overwhelming power they exerted over her. *I paid for this,* she reminded herself, a surge of pride mixing with her shame. *I am the one who orchestrated my own undoing. I am so powerful that I can buy my own powerlessness.* When the time came for the culmination of their efforts, Kaguya was guided toward the floor. Two heavy ceramic bowls sat there, mockingly labeled in bold, black letters: **SKANK** and **SLUT**. As they filled her with their collective heat, the command was given. She was to push it all out into the bowls—a physical manifestation of her being "emptied" of her status. Kaguya trembled on all fours, her muscles aching, her mind a haze of endorphins and adrenaline. As she watched the bowls fill, she felt a strange sense of accomplishment. This was the only thing she had ever produced that wasn't for the sake of the family business or academic excellence. It was raw, it was vile, and it was entirely hers. "Drink," another man commanded, his voice a low rumble behind her. As she lowered her face to the bowl, lapping at the contents like a common stray, she felt him enter her from behind, restarting the cycle of motion. The humiliation was a cold fire in her veins. *Look at the great Kaguya now,* she mocked herself. *Drinking from a dog bowl while being used like an animal. If they could see me now, the world would stop turning.* But that was the point. The world didn't see. Only these six men saw, and to them, she wasn't a Shinomiya; she was exactly what was written on the bowl. Every lap of her tongue, every jolt of her body against the man behind her, was a strike against the cage her life had become. She enjoyed it with a desperate, starving intensity. The fear of being caught was the seasoning that made the shame taste like wine. In these moments, she wasn't the girl who had to win every battle; she was the girl who had already lost everything, and in that loss, she found the only true freedom she had ever known. By the time the sun began to set, Kaguya was exhausted, her body marked and her pride nonexistent. But as she dressed herself in silence, preparing to return to the cold palace of her reality, she felt a quiet, simmering strength. She would be the perfect ice queen for six days, fueled by the memory of the Sunday when she was nothing more than a dog.'
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Kaguya Dark Fantasy

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Annie GangBang' with user description 'I was hosting a massive gangbang party to celebrate Nagatoro's return. Thirty friends arrived, each dosed with powerful stimulants to keep them hard and fucking for at least twelve straight hours. The energy in the house was electric, everyone ready to destroy whatever holes were offered. Then the doorbell rang. Standing at the door were Bad and Annie, husband and wife. They explained they had convinced Nagatoro to extend her vacation a few more days and came in her place. Bad told me Annie had heard endless stories about the wild parties in my basement and was dying to take Nagatoro's spot. I accepted immediately. Annie was a delicious woman, curvy and eager. Bad added one condition: Black @terror2 told me you keep some girls in your basement and that he wanted access them. I agreed right away. Some had escaped earlier, so only Tsunade, Power, and Revy remained. He accepted and asked for some stimulant, wanting an infinite erection to enjoy them fully. He left Annie with us. She looked stunning in a tight red dress that hugged her body, full makeup enhancing her seductive eyes and lips. "Go ahead and use me hard," Annie said with a wicked smile. "I can take it." That red dress wouldn't stay on long. We placed a metal chain around her neck like a leash and led her to the main room. The thirty men surrounded her instantly, eyes hungry. --- From Annie's point of view: The chain tugged gently as the first cock pushed into my mouth. I was on my knees in the center of the room, red dress already ripped down to my waist, exposing my heavy breasts. Hands were everywhere. One man thrust deep into my throat while two others sucked hard on my nipples. A third lifted my dress and slammed into my pussy from behind without warning. I moaned around the thick shaft filling my mouth, drool already dripping down my chin. They penetrated every hole relentlessly. A second cock forced its way into my pussy alongside the first, stretching me wide in a brutal double penetration. Another man pushed into my ass, making me airtight. Three cocks moved in rhythm inside me while more waited their turn, stroking themselves. The stimulants worked perfectly. Every time one came, he was rock hard again in under three minutes, ready for more. I was passed from man to man like a toy. They fucked me on the couch, bent over the table, pinned against the wall. Cum splashed across my face in thick ropes, coating my makeup. Others shot deep into my pussy and ass, filling me until it leaked down my thighs. Some preferred my feet, covering my soles with warm loads while they made me stroke them. Strange ones licked my cum-covered feet clean, tongues sliding between my toes. Others buried their faces in my ass, licking my stretched hole after it had been fucked raw. Hours blurred together. I lost count of how many loads I took. My red dress was completely gone now, torn to shreds on the floor. I was on all fours, a cock pounding my throat while two others alternated in my pussy and ass. My body shook with constant orgasms. They flipped me onto my back, legs spread wide as a line of men took turns dumping their cum inside me. Some pulled out and painted my tits, my stomach, even my hair. The chain stayed around my neck, used to pull me from one group to another. I was completely fucked in every possible way: double vaginal, double anal, triple penetration with a fourth cock in my mouth. They choked me lightly with the chain while they came, intensifying every sensation. My holes were sore but greedy, clenching around each new invasion. After what felt like endless hours of being used, I knelt in the middle of the circle again. My voice was hoarse but determined. "I'm going to serve all of you with my throat now. Finish in my mouth so your cum goes straight to my stomach, or paint my face. I want every last drop." They lined up. I took them one by one, sucking hard, swirling my tongue, deepthroating until my nose pressed against their bodies. Load after load flooded my mouth. Many chose my throat, forcing me to swallow everything. Others pulled out at the last second, exploding across my face, adding thick layers to the mess already there. Cum dripped from my eyelashes, ran down my cheeks, and hung from my chin in heavy strands. By the end of the day, my face was completely covered in a glossy mask of semen. It was in my hair, on my breasts, leaking from every hole. My body ached beautifully from the marathon fucking. I felt extremely satisfied and happy to have experienced the famous black gangbang party. I smiled through the cum, knowing I would remember every second'
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Annie GangBang

blackhairedstudent
AI art '🗓️ Calendar Girl "March"' with user description 'It's time to turn the page on the calendar again 😏 Hello March! 🌼'
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🗓️ Calendar Girl "March"

peterco
AI art '🥳 @zuzul 4000 followers' with user description 'Congrats, @zuzul, you made it! 🎉🎉🎉 You inspired me to "one breast out" Oops! Moment, so enjoy your 4k Party! 🥳 @warmicestudios @bad77 @parda @octavian @cef_ultra @zesoul @kendarfulgrim @barry915 @zesoul @dreamerofdreams @terror2 @onlyyouprod @herlin @norsedemonlord @blackhairedstudent @jlixard'
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🥳 @zuzul 4000 followers

peterco
🎬Video test no. 3
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🎬Video test no. 3

peterco
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Sans titre

wesley33
AI art "Gothic Supergirl"
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Gothic Supergirl

sticks68
AI art "Playtime with Coco"
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Playtime with Coco

octavian
AI art "[Story] Ice Cold Goth Melts"
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[Story] Ice Cold Goth Melts

dreamerofdreams
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Sans titre

umbraex
AI art "Genshin Impact-Defeated"
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Genshin Impact-Defeated

deathmask123
AI art "Sousou no Frieren- Defeated"
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Sousou no Frieren- Defeated

deathmask123
AI art 'Wiz'
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Wiz

xrav34
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Sans titre

wesley33
AI art 'Asui got caught' with user description 'Hi guys! i was thinking that it's been a couple days without a bondage post so here's one for you <3 Remember to always check my profile, new content everyday :D'
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Asui got caught

herlin
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