very dark skin

AI art 'Nagatoro Bukkake'
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Nagatoro Bukkake

blackhairedstudent
AI art "One Night in Ruka"
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One Night in Ruka

octavian
AI art "In HornyTown cuteness left a long time ago..."
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In HornyTown cuteness left a long time ago...

warmicestudios
AI art "Anime House 2"
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Anime House 2

octavian
AI art "Vanessa changes your fate"
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Vanessa changes your fate

octavian
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)

holo_the_wise_wolf
AI art "Yoruichi Shihouin 1"
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Yoruichi Shihouin 1

gealdaydreamer
AI art "Class President"
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Class President

octavian
AI art "Fucking Final Fantasy"
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Fucking Final Fantasy

octavian
AI art 'Magazine Covers' with user description 'Trying out this trend. Which is your favorite?'
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Magazine Covers

barry915
AI art 'Yor A night To Remember 2' with user description 'The room was subterranean, a concrete box that smelled of damp earth and cold iron. Yor was strapped into a chair, her wrists bound with reinforced steel cables that bit into her skin. Across from her, a man in a clinical white suit adjusted the needles of a polygraph machine, its sensors taped to Yor’s temples and chest. In the corner, a monitor flickered to life, showing a live feed of Anya sleeping in her bed at the Forger apartment. A masked operative stood over the child, a silenced pistol aimed at her head. "The rules are simple, Thorn Princess," the interrogator whispered, his voice smooth and devoid of empathy. "Tell me your most cherished memory. The one that makes your heart race, the one that defines you. If the needle jumps—if you lie for even a second to preserve your 'dignity'—my man pulls the trigger. Start talking." Yor looked at the screen, her pupils trembling. Her usual mask of polite reserve shattered. To save Anya, she had to peel back the layers of her life and reveal the raw, shameful truth she had buried beneath her role as a mother and a clerk. "It was... years ago," Yor began, her voice steady but hollow. "I received an invitation to a kindergarten reunion. I thought it was a chance to reconnect with my past. I went to a private residence, expecting a party, but I had forgotten a crucial detail about my childhood. I was the only girl in my class that year." The interrogator leaned in, watching the flat line of the polygraph. "Continue." "There were thirteen of them," Yor said, her eyes fixed on the image of Anya. "Thirteen men I used to play with as children. They didn't want to talk about the past. They told me that as the only girl, I was responsible for the happiness of the entire group. They were persuasive, circling me, telling me that after all my years of solitude and 'work,' I deserved to be completely possessed. And for the first time in my life... I wanted to be. I wanted to be used until there was nothing left of me." She took a breath, the needle remaining perfectly still. She was telling the truth. "I accepted. I let them strip me in the center of that room. For the entire night, I wasn't an assassin or a sister. I was a vessel. They treated my body like a public resource. At any given moment, I was being filled by three or four of them at once. I remember the weight of them, the relentless, heavy-caliber rhythm that stretched my anatomy beyond its limits. They weren't gentle; they were frantic, reclaiming the 'princess' they had lost." Yor’s face flushed, not with shame, but with the vivid, carnal memory of the sensation. "The night became a blur of white heat. They covered every inch of me. They were so thorough and so numerous that they didn't just stay with the usual places. They doused my face, my hair... I remember the smell of it on my nose, the stinging in my eyes as they took turns blinding me with their release. It was so much—the volume was so extreme—that I actually retched. I vomited back the sheer amount of 'friendship' they had forced down my throat, only for them to laugh and continue from behind while I was still choking on the floor." The polygraph stayed flat. The machine confirmed her darkest secret: the most cherished memory of the Thorn Princess was being utterly destroyed and communalized by thirteen men in a single night. "I have never felt so full," Yor whispered, a tear tracing a path through the grime on her cheek. "I felt seen. I felt occupied. I felt like I finally belonged to something larger than myself. That night of total, messy surrender is the only thing that feels real when the world gets too quiet." The interrogator stared at the machine, then at Yor, a look of genuine disgust crossing his face. He signaled to the man on the monitor. The operative lowered the gun and stepped away from Anya’s bed. "You really are a monster, aren't you?" the man remarked, turning off the polygraph. "No," Yor replied, her eyes returning to the cold, lethal sharpness of an assassin. "I'm just a woman who loves her family. And now that I’ve told you the truth... you’re going to find out what happens to people who threaten my daughter."'
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Yor A night To Remember 2

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Futawolf Frenzy: Breeding Season' with user description 'Gonna be a whole new tribe of werewolves before the year is out...~'
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Futawolf Frenzy: Breeding Season

darkbae
AI art 'Bed time already?' with user description 'Who's invitation are you accepting? Sarah, Amber, Amelia, Yune, Anna, Scarlett, Hime, Ca'atan, Malika or........umm.... heard catgirls are all the rave now....what should we call her?'
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Bed time already?

barry915
AI art "Tsunade Casting"
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Tsunade Casting

blackhairedstudent
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)

holo_the_wise_wolf
AI art "Bath time"
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Bath time

zesoul
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

blackhairedstudent
AI art '2k followers - Unreleased images' with user description 'Thank you all for hitting 2,000 followers! in celebration, i'm releasing some of my shots since i started. #1 is the first prompt I ever did. #2 is the first render of the Vale Sisters #3 - #9 are unreleased original characters #10 - #19 are character prompts unused #20 - #26 Unreleased sex poses #29 most recent prompt'
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2k followers - Unreleased images

octavian
AI art 'Celest Vale sees the world 3' with user description 'Ah, Las Vegas, where you can win big or lose big. Celest came to Sin City to partake in some gambling, some dancing and of course, some fucking. She did great at gambling - luck always seems to follow here - winning at slots, blackjack and craps before hitting the poker table. "Evening gentlemen, is this the poke-her table?" Celest laughed. Corny joke aside, she ended up with exactly what she wanted: a deep fucking right there on the table. "How is this allowed?" One gambler asked. "Dude, shut the fuck up and watch the show!" Another barked as he whipped his dick out. The first shrugged and all three cashed out right on her at the table. "Thanks boys, but it's time from mami to shake her ass," She said and headed to the nightclub in the lobby. Club Exotic was loud and crowded. Celest danced and drank herself into a tipsy, horny frenzy. Two tourists saw her...well two were brave enough to talk to the hottest woman in the club. "So you both want me huh," She said. "Let's let luck decide. Flip a coin, one of you gets me later and the other gets me now." They flipped a coin and the asian man pulled first. She took her jeans off and leapt onto him. He took his dick out and fucked her on the floor. "HOW IS THIS ALLOWED?!" A random woman asked. "You're just mad cause no one is fucking you on the floor," another woman answered. As the man came inside her, Celest purred, "Done already? Well, looks like your friend is up." She took him to her room upstairs. He whipped out his massive dick. "Oh shit, jackpot!" She said. Celest got railed by the man for the next hour. "Oh, fuck, I'm so glad this is allowed!" She screamed. He shot a massive creampie in her and she sent him on his way. "I need a shower after that," she panted. As she came out the bathroom, she heard a familiar voice: "What the fuck are YOU doing here?" She turned around to see her little sister Cyndel covered in cum. "Same as you, Cyndie, but with significantly less hard work involved," she said. "Shut up, Celest. Let me use your shower. Then, let's go eat," Cyndel demanded. "Sure, sis. My treat. I won big today." "Yeah, me too."'
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Celest Vale sees the world 3

octavian
AI art "Pokemon Easter Eggs"
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Pokemon Easter Eggs

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