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reverse cowgirl position

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AI art "From mermaid to maid."
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From mermaid to maid.

zuzul
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 "Pip Tests"
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Pip Tests

goobygubby
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 'Annie Revisiting'
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Annie Revisiting

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Fern Gangbang"
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Fern Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Nagatoro Bukkake'
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Nagatoro Bukkake

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Maomao"
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Maomao

zuzul
AI art 'Nagatoro's Casting' with user description 'The Righ train The rhythmic clack of the train tracks was a dull hum against the pounding of my own heart. I was leaning against the cold, vibrating door, my jaw working a piece of grape gum with lazy, rhythmic chews. My eyes were glued to my phone, my thumb swiping through my "private" folder. I was so caught up in admiring my own tan lines and the curves of my unclad body in those mirror selfies that I didn't realize I wasn't alone in my vanity. I was so focused on the screen that I didn't see the shift in the air—the way the tired salarymen around me had stopped looking at their newspapers and started staring at the illicit, glowing heat in my hand. Then, the sound changed. It wasn't just the screech of the rails; it was the frantic, wet sound of friction. My eyes flicked up for a split second, and my heart skipped a beat. All around me, men had their trousers open, their members out and pulsing. They were masturbating right there, eyes locked on my screen, then on me. I felt a surge of genuine panic, my mouth falling open, the grape gum forgotten. I went to scream, but before a sound could escape, a heavy, calloused hand slammed over my mouth. Another hand gripped my breast, squeezing the soft flesh through my white off-the-shoulder ribbed crop top. I struggled, my white Mary Janes scuffing the floor, but then I saw my phone. A man had snatched it. His thumb hovered over the "Post" button on my Facebook. All those photos—the ones that would ruin a "normal" girl—were a millisecond away from being seen by everyone. "If you don't want the whole world to see how much of a little slut you are," he hissed, "you're going to satisfy every man on this train." I froze. A slow, predatory smirk began to spread behind the hand covering my mouth. My panic didn't vanish; it transformed into a wicked realization. "You think I'm scared?" I thought. "This... this was the plan all along. I wanted to see if anyone was bold enough to take what I was showing them." They didn't waste time. They didn't even take off my top; they just yanked the elastic down, exposing my breasts to the stale air. I was forced to my knees, my jaw aching as I took the first man into my mouth. I used every trick I’d ever imagined, swallowing the thick, bitter floods of cum until my eyes rolled back. But that was just the "loading screen." They stood me up, pinning me against the door. They didn't even remove my frayed denim shorts; they just shoved the fabric aside. I felt a thick, leathery cock drive into my pussy, stretching me until I thought I’d break. Then came the anal conquest—a searing, pressurized invasion that made me see stars. My pussy was already red and swollen, leaking their combined seed, but the sensation of being filled from behind while another worked my front was a "Double Penetration" that left me gasping. Eventually, my shorts were shredded and cast aside, leaving me completely open. Two men stepped forward at once, their eyes hungry. They began the "Double Vaginal" assault, both of them forcing their way into my heat at the same time. The pressure was staggering, stretching my walls to their absolute limit. As I writhed under the weight of them, one of my white Mary Janes caught on a man’s leg and popped off, hitting the floor with a dull thud. I was left with one foot bare, my toes curling as they hammered into me. As the train pulled into a station, I was pressed hard against the glass. People on the platform stared in shock, watching the "innocent" girl in the white crop top being relentlessly fucked by a rotating line of men. More men pushed into the car, drawn by the sight of my public ruin. I was a mess of sweat, saliva, and white stains. By the time the train reached the final stop, I was slumped on a train seat, my legs spread wide and my pussy overflowing with a thick, white soup of cum that dripped onto the cushion. My skin was flushed, and I was completely spent. I watched, breathless, as the man with my phone finally hit "Post." My nakedness was now public, trending for the whole world to see. I didn't cry. I didn't hide. I just leaned back against the seat and smiled, a dark, triumphant glint in my eyes. I wasn't ruined; I was a star. The notifications were already starting to pour in, a symphony of digital attention. This was the debut I had always wanted—the "Ultimate Senpai" had just become the most famous girl on the internet.'
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Nagatoro's Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'DarkRoom Gangbang'
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DarkRoom Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Anara at the hot spring' with user description 'Remember the train ride? This is where she was going ;)'
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Anara at the hot spring

zesoul
AI art '1k likes! ❤️' with user description 'Today my Chun-Li post reached 1k likes, it's my first one to reach this milestone, so to celebrate this achievement I made a set focused on Chun-Li. Enjoy ❤️ Link to the post https://betterwaifu.com/pt-BR/post/xwdk7y0'
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1k likes! ❤️

blackhairedstudent
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"'
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In HornyTown cuteness left a long time ago...

warmicestudios
AI art "nami focus ass"
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nami focus ass

korewako
AI art "Anne: u up?"
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Anne: u up?

onlyyouprod
AI art 'Asuka Hotel Fuck'
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Asuka Hotel Fuck

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Revy Gangbang' with user description 'The deal was simple, if i make all of their cocks soft from cumming they would let me walk way, there was no other choice so I accepted the deal. They said they would use violence, I said I that i love violence. Dozens of Balalaika’s soldiers, guards, and hired thugs gathered around me in the dim, flickering lights, their eyes filled with ugly hunger as they closed in. I lifted my chin and forced a wide, cocky smirk across my face, planting my boots firmly on the ground. “That all you Russian dogs have? I’m Revy, Two Hands. I’ve killed more men than you’ve had hot meals. Come on, you limp-dicked fucks! I can take every single one of you and still walk out of here laughing my ass off. Let’s see what you’ve got!” They started snapping photos right away, flashes popping like cheap fireworks as I posed defiantly — chest out, legs apart, middle finger raised high. The first wave of men grabbed at me. I headbutted one hard, tasting blood on my lips, and laughed loudly. “Harder, you pathetic assholes! This is nothing but a warm-up for me!” But the hours dragged on and on. They kept rotating, never giving me a real break. I quickly noticed the drugs they were using — some nasty Roanapur chemical shit. These bastards would grunt, cum thick loads deep inside my cunt, my ass, and down my throat… then their gigantic cocks would swell back up rock-hard again in seconds, veins bulging, ready for more without any downtime. They ripped my tank top off, exposing my breasts to the cameras. My shorts followed, torn away violently. One by one they yanked off my combat boots. A grinning thug peeled off my sweaty sock and forced it deep into my mouth, the sour, filthy taste making me gag and choke. “Open wide, bitch,” one growled. A monstrous, wrist-thick cock pushed down my throat, stretching my jaw painfully and bulging my neck. I choked but tried to glare up with pure hate. At the same time, two others spread my legs wide and slammed into my pussy and ass together, pounding me brutally while cum leaked down my thighs in sticky streams. The wet, relentless slapping sounds filled the cell, mixed with the constant click of cameras. Then the voices changed. They became soft, almost gentle, which made it so much worse. “Good girl… Drink it all up, girl.” A rough hand stroked my matted hair almost tenderly while the cock continued fucking my face. “You can take it. You’re such a strong little girl.” Those words cut straight through me like a hot knife. Strong little girl. Suddenly I was thrown back into memories I tried so hard to bury. That roach-filled Chinatown apartment, the dim light swinging overhead. My father’s drunken breath on my neck, his heavy body pinning my small frame as he whispered the same sick shit: “Strong little girl, take it for daddy.” The pain, the locked door, my useless little hands pushing against him. Then the crooked cops in the back alley, passing me around under the streetlights, laughing softly with the exact same tone — “Good girl, drink it all up.” The helplessness I thought I had burned away with every bullet I ever fired. Tears started stinging my eyes. I tried to snarl and fight around the thick shaft destroying my throat, but my body began shaking uncontrollably. They flipped me around like a broken toy — one hammering my ass, another wrecking my pussy, the third forcing even deeper down my gagging throat. More photos flashed. More cum flooded every part of me. “Good girl, Revy. Take our cocks. You’re doing so well, strong little girl.” I shattered inside. Real panic exploded through me. Tears poured down my face as I sobbed helplessly around the cock choking me. I wasn’t the tough Two Hands anymore. I was just that scared little girl from Manhattan again, small, worthless, and leaking everywhere while monsters used me. The old trauma mixed with the present until I couldn’t tell them apart. My tough shell was gone, replaced by raw fear and broken sobs. They kept going for what felt like forever, whispering those creepy praises, slapping my ass, twisting my nipples, filling me over and over. My mind spun into darkness, body twitching from forced orgasms that hurt more than they pleasured. But then something deep inside me snapped back — the pure rage that had kept me alive all these years clawed its way through the pain. With a muffled scream, I twisted hard against the cuffs on the rough floor until a link finally gave way. I grabbed a dropped pistol from the ground. Chaos erupted. I started firing wildly, headshots dropping the first two guys instantly. Naked, covered in cum and sweat, I laughed through my tears as I snatched another gun. “You thought you broke me, you fucks?!” I roared. Bullets flew as I tore through the rest of them, shooting, stabbing ripping them with my hands. The little girl inside me was still crying but revy two hand was back. Balalaika would hear about this soon enough. Revenge is sweet and i was just getting started'
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Revy Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Nagatoro Hotel'
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Nagatoro Hotel

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money 5"
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Cyndel Vale needs money 5

octavian
AI art 'An appreciation for Psylocke.'
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An appreciation for Psylocke.

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