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AI art "Chun-li Paizuri"
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Chun-li Paizuri

zuzul
AI art 'Snow Gangbang' with user description 'Some hot cold scenes ❤️'
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Snow Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art '1k Followers ❤️' with user description 'Thanks guys ❤️ here is one of favourites (and best work) so far. I would apreciate if you like and comment what was you favourite photo.. it cost at least 250 credits to make 😞 (because of the feet one) Well, enjoy have a nice fap The art room was bathed in the warm, orange glow of the late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the easels and scattered sketches. Naoto, or "Senpai" as he was perpetually known, had stepped out to clear some space in the storage closet, leaving Nagatoro and the visiting Marin Kitagawa alone. Marin had stopped by to consult on a potential cosplay project, but the conversation had quickly shifted as Nagatoro observed the way the blonde girl’s eyes lingered on Senpai’s back whenever he moved. "You’re totally staring, Kitagawa-san," Nagatoro teased, her signature mischievous grin stretching across her face as she leaned against a desk. Marin jumped, her face turning a shade of pink that rivaled the sunset. "W-What? No, I was just looking at the... the perspective in his drawing! It’s really impressive!" Nagatoro let out a sharp, feline cackle. "Liar! You’ve been thirsty for my gross Senpai since you walked in. It’s written all over your face." She walked closer, her eyes narrowing with a playful, predatory glint. "But I don't blame you. He’s surprisingly... capable, once you get past all the stammering." Marin fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, her heart racing. "Is it that obvious? He’s just so dedicated to his craft, and he’s actually really kind. I didn't think you’d be so open about it, Nagatoro-san." "Well, I’m the only one allowed to bully him," Nagatoro said, her tone shifting slightly. She stepped into Marin’s personal space, lowering her voice. "But honestly? He’s been working so hard lately. I think he needs a real reward. Something that’ll blow that shy little mind of his. And I’ve been thinking... I wouldn't mind sharing the fun if it’s with someone who actually appreciates him." Marin’s eyes widened, her breath catching. "Sharing? You mean... a threesome? With Senpai?" "Why not?" Nagatoro shrugged, though her blush was starting to match Marin’s. "Think about it. Two girls like us, giving him the best experience of his life. He’d probably faint from the shock, but once he gets going, he’s a lot more intense than he looks. Don't tell me you haven't imagined it." Marin’s mind raced. She thought about Naoto’s steady hands, his quiet intensity, and the way he looked when he was focused. The idea of being with him, guided by Nagatoro’s fearless energy, sent a jolt of heat through her. "I... I have. But I didn't want to overstep. He’s your Senpai." "He is," Nagatoro whispered, leaning in to Marin’s ear. "Which is why I’m inviting you. It’ll be a masterpiece, Kitagawa. Much better than any cosplay photo. We can show him exactly how much we like him. Together." The door creaked open, and Naoto walked back in, wiping dust from his hands. "Okay, I cleared out the—" He stopped mid-sentence, sensing the heavy, electric atmosphere in the room. Both girls were staring at him, their faces flushed and their eyes bright with a shared, secret intent. "Senpai~" Nagatoro chirped, walking over and grabbing his arm. "Kitagawa-san and I were just discussing a new art project. A live study. And we decided we need you as the center of it." Before Naoto could protest, Marin stepped forward, her initial hesitation replaced by a bold, nervous excitement. "She’s right, Senpai. I really want to... participate. If that’s okay with you?" The confusion on Naoto’s face didn't last long as the girls began to lead him toward the large lounge chair in the corner of the room. The transition from teasing to reality was seamless. Nagatoro took the lead, her hands moving with a possessive confidence, while Marin followed, her touch gentle but eager. The art room became a sanctuary of shared heat. They shared Senpai’s cock with a frantic, coordinated hunger, Nagatoro’s experienced playfulness perfectly complementing Marin’s genuine, overflowing passion. Naoto was overwhelmed, his senses pushed to their absolute limit as he was worshipped by both girls. The evening turned into a blur of tangled limbs and whispered praise, a masterpiece of intimacy that left all three of them breathless and utterly satisfied in the fading light.'
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1k Followers ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Anara getting in on the trend' with user description 'I never expected the mirror selfie from last time to blow up the way it has. I hit 500 followers so soon after reaching the 400 milestone, and had my first post that got over 350 likes. A big thank you to everyone again (You must be getting sick of me saying it so often.) Please enjoy Anara's Mirror Selfies, and her first time trying anal :)'
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Anara getting in on the trend

zesoul
AI art "Paizuri"
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Paizuri

zuzul
AI art 'Gal Valentine's day!: Nana-cha' with user description '​"Who wants to be 'sweet' when you can be unforgettable? 💋 ​Happy V-Day to everyone bored of the boring clichés! For a real Gyaru, today is just another stage to look P-Pretty and stay P-Fresh. 💖 ​You know the vibe: Gal is mind. ✌️✨ I’m owning the night with that energy that keeps them looking. My look is sharp, my attitude is wild, and yeah... let's just say everything is P-Tight and exactly where it needs to be. 😉🔥 ​Thanks for keeping up with my wild side. I hope your night is as intense and unjudged as mine. Tonight, we don’t play by the rules, we just set the trend. ​Stay real, stay Gal. Love, Nana-cha. 🐯🎀✨"'
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Gal Valentine's day!: Nana-cha

cef_ultra
AI art 'Momo Hot Spring Reimagined' with user description 'The steam rose thick and heavy around the outdoor hot spring, just like in those old mountain inns from the stories. Lanterns flickered softly, reflecting on the dark water. I sank deeper into the heat with a sigh, my bare skin prickling from the temperature. My name is Momo Ayase, 1* years old, a medium who kicks spirit ass for a living. I'd snuck in here after a long day to unwind. *This better be worth it. No ghosts, no idiots interrupting.* Then the splashing started. Footsteps. A lot of them. At least fifteen old ugly men shuffled into the women's side of the spring—wrinkled faces, sagging bellies, crooked teeth, leering eyes. No towels, no shame. They surrounded me in the water, closing the circle fast. "Oi! What the hell do you fossils think you're doing?! This is the women's bath, you pervy old bastards! Get out before I make you regret it!" I yelled, voice loud and sharp, standing up straight even as the water made my head feel fuzzy. I glared right at the leader, a fat balding one with a nasty scar. *These ugly creeps don't scare me. I'm tough. I'll handle this like always.* They laughed. The leader lunged first, grabbing my wrist with surprising strength. "Pretty medium girl all alone. Perfect for us." Another grabbed my shoulder from behind, pushing me back into deeper water. I swung my free arm, elbowing one in the chest. "Bastards! Let go! You think you can touch me?!" But there were too many. Hands everywhere—rough, calloused, groping my arms, waist, thighs. They dragged me to the center. The heat was messing with me, making my limbs heavy, my thoughts slower. *Damn it... just like that time with the spirits. Stay focused, Momo. Fight back.* They got what they wanted. Three of them forced in at once. The leader shoved his thick cock deep into my pussy, stretching me wide. Another ugly old man pushed into my ass from behind, the pressure intense. A third grabbed my hair and rammed into my mouth, filling my throat. Triple penetration—my body stuffed full as they started thrusting in rough, sloppy rhythm. The water splashed wildly around us. "Mmph— you disgusting perverts! I'll kill you for this— ngh!" I tried to growl around the cock in my mouth, eyes watering but glaring hard. I bit down warningly, kicking my legs. *This can't break me. I'm strong. I face worse every day. Don't let them see you weak.* But inside, it was cracking me apart. The overwhelming fullness hit every spot at once, sending brutal waves of pleasure through me. My walls clenched hard despite myself. *No... it feels too good. Their ugly cocks are ruining me. Why is my body like this?* The other twelve watched, stroking themselves, groping my tits, slapping my ass, pinching my nipples. They rotated fast—more hands forcing my legs wider, more cocks taking turns in the three holes. "Look at her acting brave," one cackled. I kept fighting on the surface, spitting curses when my mouth was free. "Is that all you got, you worthless wrinkly idiots?! I've beaten scarier ghosts than your limp dicks! Get off me!" My voice stayed defiant, brave face locked in, but my mind was shattering. Extreme pleasure ripped through me as the first orgasm hit hard—my pussy and ass spasming around two cocks while the third fucked my throat deeper. I came so violently my vision blurred, legs shaking underwater, but I forced it down, replacing moans with angry grunts. "Not... enjoying this... at all... you bastards!" *Fuck... another one's coming. It's too much. I'm breaking. The heat, their roughness—I'm cumming again and again. Hate how good it feels.* They didn't stop. The gangrape went on relentlessly in the steamy spring. Three at a time, always—pounding my holes, filling me with cum that leaked into the water. They used my hands and breasts too, covering me in their seed. I kept the tough act, headbutting one, yelling "Idiots!" and "Perverted old shits!" between gasps. But internally I was lost. Each orgasm broke me more. *I'm supposed to be unbreakable like that girl in the stories. Yet here I am... getting destroyed by fifteen ugly old men. The pleasure is extreme. My body wants more even as I fight.* It felt like forever—the constant thrusting, the rotations, the way they laughed while using me. My brave mask held, but my thoughts were pure chaos: *Don't submit. Stay strong. But god... it's so deep. So full. Cumming again—shit!* Finally, they pulled back, satisfied, chuckling as they waded out and left me slumped against the rocks. Body marked with bruises and handprints, leaking from every hole, panting heavily. I floated there alone, the steam still swirling peacefully. My chest heaved. *Those ugly old bastards* A secret exhausted smile tugged at my lips. My body still twitched with aftershocks, deep satisfaction settling in. It broke me inside... the pleasure was insane. I acted tough but fuck, I loved how they took me. Maybe they will come back tomorrow night so i can have my revenge'
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Momo Hot Spring Reimagined

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Streaming on OnlyWaifus?"
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Streaming on OnlyWaifus?

octavian
AI art "Pip Tests"
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Pip Tests

goobygubby
AI art 'Power ❤️ Makima' with user description 'Makima and Power found themselves alone in a dimly lit room on the outskirts of Tokyo, the kind of hidden devil-hunting outpost that reeked of old blood and damp concrete. The mission had gone sideways— a powerful new devil had cursed them both with a binding contract. To break it and regain their full strength, they had to "exchange essence" in the most intimate way possible before sunrise. Makima, ever the composed Control Devil, had read the fine print with a faint smile. Power, the wild Blood Fiend, had laughed at first, calling it stupid... until the curse started draining their power, making their bodies burn with unnatural heat. "Fine! This stupid curse won't beat the great Power!" she growled, already shedding her blood-stained clothes. Her horns glistened, and her red eyes burned with a mix of defiance and growing arousal. Makima watched her with that serene, predatory gaze, slowly unbuttoning her own white shirt. "You'll enjoy this more than you admit, Power," Makima purred, stepping closer. "I can feel it already." They collapsed onto the old mattress in the corner, bodies pressing together. Makima took control at first, pushing Power onto her back and climbing over her in a 69 position. Power's thighs were thick and strong, her skin pale and surprisingly soft. Makima lowered her hips, pressing her slick, neatly trimmed pussy directly onto Power's eager mouth. Power didn't hesitate. Her long tongue immediately lapped hungrily at Makima's folds, tasting the sweet wetness that was already flowing. "Mmmph... you taste... good," she mumbled between messy licks, her usual arrogance melting into greedy moans. She dove deeper, sucking on Makima's clit before dragging her tongue back further to swirl around the tight ring of her anus. Power licked it sloppily, drooling heavily as she worshipped both holes, her saliva mixing with Makima's juices and dripping down her chin. Makima let out a soft, breathy moan—rare for her—grinding her hips down. "Good girl..." She leaned forward, burying her face between Power's spread legs. Power's pussy was soaking, puffy and pink, with a wild tuft of hair above it. Makima licked her slowly at first, savoring the metallic-sweet taste of the Blood Fiend, then lapped messily at her dripping entrance. Her tongue pushed inside, fucking her with wet, obscene sounds. Both of them were drooling constantly now, faces shiny and messy. Power moaned loudly into Makima's cunt, the vibrations making Makima shiver. "Ahhn~ Your asshole tastes so fucking dirty and good!" Power gasped before shoving her tongue back in, rimming her deeply while two fingers pumped into Makima's pussy. Makima returned the favor with equal enthusiasm, her elegant tongue flicking rapidly over Power's swollen clit before trailing down to lap at her twitching anus. She circled it lovingly, then pushed inside, making Power's hips buck wildly. They were lost in it, loving every second. Power's hands gripped Makima's ass, spreading her cheeks wider so she could bury her face completely, licking and sucking both holes with sloppy, drooling devotion. Makima's usual cold demeanor cracked as she whimpered and ground harder, her own drool running down Power's thighs while she ate her out with passionate hunger. "Fuck... Makima... I love your pussy... love your ass..." Power babbled between long, wet licks, completely addicted. "You're mine, Power," Makima whispered back, voice thick with lust as she sucked on Power's clit and fingered her tight anus. "And I love devouring you like this." They kept going for hours, switching positions, faces always buried in each other's dripping, saliva-soaked pussies and asses. The curse broke somewhere in the middle of their second mutual orgasm, but neither stopped. They just kept licking, drooling, and loving every filthy, affectionate second of it.'
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Power ❤️ Makima

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Praying ❤️' with user description 'The campfire crackled softly between them, casting flickering orange shadows against the ancient ruins where they had made camp. Frieren was focused on a tattered grimoire, searching for a spell that supposedly removed moss from stone. Fern sat opposite her, fastidiously polishing her staff. After a long silence, she looked up, her expression as stoic as ever. "Mistress Frieren," Fern began, her voice clinical. "Do you remember the 'Church of the Eternal Font' we passed near the Auberst border? They offered a trial for mana expansion." Frieren didn't look up. "Mana is built through decades of study, Fern. Gimmicks are useless." "It wasn't a gimmick," Fern countered. "They told me that if a mage could remain in continuous, focused prayer for exactly three hours, their mana capacity would permanently expand. But there was a catch—the 'Testing of the Flesh.' The priests were permitted to do anything to break my concentration, provided they didn't use violence or magic." Frieren finally closed her book, curious. "And you accepted?" "I wanted to be stronger for you," Fern replied. "So, I entered the sanctum, knelt on the cold marble, and began the chant." Fern took a deep breath, her hands tightening on her staff. She began to describe the ordeal with a detached, rhythmic cadence. "The first hour was psychological, but then they began to touch. They removed my boots and used their tongues and soft feathers to lick and tickle my feet. It was an agonizing sensation, but I did not move. When they realized my spirit was firm, they became invasive. They stripped my robes. One priest knelt before me, forcing his member into my mouth for a deepthroat so intense I was gagging, my eyes watering from the pressure. I kept the prayer vibrating in my chest, even as he finished, his seed coating the back of my throat." Fern’s voice remained flat, despite the harrowing detail. "Then came the physical intrusion. I was pushed onto my hands and knees. One priest entered me from behind while another took my front—a double penetration that felt like I was being torn apart. They were relentless, using their fingers to stimulate me while hammering into my body, trying to force a scream from my lips. They used my body as a vessel for their lust. Licking every inch of my skin, biting my ears, and eventually, several gathered for a bukkake. I felt the warm, sticky weight of their release hitting my face and hair. They even used my anal passage, a searing intrusion that made my breath hitch. But I remembered your lessons. I treated the sensations as nothing more than external noise." Fern looked Frieren directly in the eyes. "For three hours, I was a statue. When the final bell chimed, they stopped. I stood up, cleaned myself with a cantrip, and walked out." "And?" Frieren asked softly. "I felt it," Fern said, a small ghost of a smile appearing. "A violent expansion. My mana capacity is significantly larger now. It was the most difficult training I have ever endured." Frieren was quiet for a long time. Then, she reached out and patted Fern’s head with clumsy affection. "You really are a pervert about magic, Fern," Frieren said with a hint of pride. "To go that far just for power... you’re starting to remind me of Master Flamme." Fern huffed, her familiar pout returning. "It was a calculated decision, Mistress Frieren." "If you say so," Frieren murmured, reopening her book. "But next time, ask me. I have a spell for mana growth that involves bitter herbs. It’s much less... messy." "Now you tell me," Fern muttered, returning to her polishing as the secret finally settled in the quiet night air.'
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Praying ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art '😻 Procrastination, Friday' 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, Friday

peterco
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.""'
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The Bell Can't Save You Now. 🕰️🖤

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

octavian
AI art 'Nagatoro Pink Room'
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Nagatoro Pink Room

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Magazine Cover: Cherry Bomb"
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Magazine Cover: Cherry Bomb

cef_ultra
AI art "1000! Perrin is Horny to Celebrate~"
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1000! Perrin is Horny to Celebrate~

onlyyouprod
AI art "Chika Dark Fantasy"
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Chika Dark Fantasy

blackhairedstudent
AI art '🍑 Weapons of Ass Destruction, Site 1' with user description 'Ass Inspector is responsible for evaluating and verifying cumpliance with international ass control agreements by inspecting all suspected sites. They conduct thorough ass-essments to detect the presence of prohibited butts and ass-ure the safe dismantlement. Are here any ass inspectors ready to help @warmicestudios to identify, locate, inspect, and test all 30 "weapons of ass destruction" (WAD)? @zuzul @cef_ultra @octavian @parda @bad77 @terror2 @barry915 @blackhairedstudent @zesoul @kendarfulgrim @onlyyouprod @smut317 @gildenstein @reptorn'
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🍑 Weapons of Ass Destruction, Site 1

peterco
AI art 'Izumi BackAlley Gangbang' with user description 'I walked alone down the narrow alley behind the theater district, my white office shirt slightly wrinkled from the long rehearsal, black mini skirt hugging my hips, and black high heels clicking against the pavement. My blonde hair was messy, and tears threatened to spill. The audition had gone horribly today. I froze on stage again, my voice cracking in front of everyone. All that Broadway dream, all that optimistic energy I always carried, felt like it was crumbling. "Why can't I just shine like I want to...?" I whispered, almost crying. Three men stepped out from the shadows, mid-20s, looking surprised but interested. “Whoa, are you okay, miss? You look really down,” the tallest one said gently. I wiped my eyes quickly and put on my best brave, upbeat smile — the big Broadway actress smile I practiced so much. “Me? Oh, I’m fine! Just a little tired after rehearsal. An idol has to stay positive, right? The show must go on!” One of them smiled. “You’re an idol? That’s hot. Want to have a good time with us? Might help you forget whatever’s bothering you.” I laughed nervously, heart racing. Inside, a strange curiosity burned. *How much of a whore am I really? Can I let go completely?* I bit my lip, still pretending to be brave. “A good time? Here? In an alley? That’s pretty naughty… But maybe I need something wild tonight. Only if you promise to be nice and keep it secret, okay? I’m an upbeat girl, not some easy girl… though right now I kind of want to try.” They grinned. “Deal.” I nodded, voice theatrical even as my hands shook. “Alright, boys! Let’s make this a memorable performance~” They pulled me deeper into the alley. One kissed me while unbuttoning my white shirt, revealing my black bra. Another lifted my mini skirt, fingers brushing my black panties. I gasped but kept smiling. “Gentle at first, okay? I’m still your cheerful idol…” Soon I was on my knees, sucking one while the others touched me. My optimistic attitude stayed even as things got intense. “Mmm~ You guys are really excited, huh? I can take it!” More men appeared — passersby who stopped to watch. Two more joined. Suddenly there were five. My eyes widened in fear. “W-wait… five? That’s… that’s a lot…” But the strange thrill won. “I… I can handle it. Let’s keep going. Make me forget everything!” They took turns, then all at once. One in my mouth, one inside me from behind, hands everywhere. My left high heel slipped off my foot as I was lifted and fucked harder, leaving one beautiful bare foot on the cold ground. I moaned loudly, my Broadway energy mixing with raw pleasure. “Ahh~! More! I’m your happy little star tonight!” I lost count of how many men used me. More passersby joined. They fucked me in every position against the wall, on the ground, filling me over and over. Cum dripped down my thighs. My optimistic voice kept encouraging them between moans. “Yes~ Give it all to me! I can shine even like this!” When the ecstasy finally faded, I was completely naked, clothes scattered, body covered in cum. The last few men were still trying to use me. Reality crashed down hard. Tears poured from my eyes as I curled up, sobbing. “What… what did I do…? I’m supposed to be a bright, optimistic idol… not this…” I cried quietly while another man tried to pull my legs open again. “Please… I regret it… I regret it so much…” My upbeat mask was gone. Only shame and naked vulnerability remained under the alley Nights'
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Izumi BackAlley Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
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