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asphyxiation

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

zuzul
AI art "Serena"
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Serena

zerogroupe21
AI art 'C.C loves Pizza'
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C.C loves Pizza

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Fern Gangbang"
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Fern Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
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 "Revy Gangbang"
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Revy Gangbang

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

ulyth
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Tanpa Judul

shadouw
AI art "Chel collection"
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Chel collection

owyerd
AI art "Asui goes to the swimming pool"
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Asui goes to the swimming pool

herlin
AI art "Captain Nemesis is CRAZY"
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Captain Nemesis is CRAZY

octavian
AI art 'Noir City - The Black Book' with user description 'I was so surprised when I read your letter... All the feelings from the past flooded back. How many years had it been... I thought you'd forgotten about me. But in your letter, you still spoke to me with affection, just like in the past. I could almost smell your perfume in the letter. You told me that someone had tried to assassinate you. My heart skipped a beat. You kept saying that you thought it was because of a book, an old book, that you'd acquired at an auction, hoping it would increase in value. In the end, you asked me to come to your nightclub. You asked me "for old times' sake." I poured myself a whiskey and read your letter at least five times. Finally, I decided to accept your invitation that very night. And I did. I was so excited inside that I barely felt the chill of the early morning. A quick subway took me to your street, and soon I saw the bright red entrance of your club. As I approached, your security guard, without me having to say a word, led me through another door, a back door, armored. I went in, my heart pounding, and after a couple of hallways and a beautiful oak door, there you were. You were wearing your favorite red stilettos. And a red dress that seemed tailor-made for your beautiful figure. You seemed sad, smoking, staring into space... until you saw me. Then you regained your confident smile, the one I longed for for so long. You tried to make me believe you were relaxed, but you were nervous. I can sense these things; I'm a detective, it's my job. I decided to force a smile and sit down without kissing your cheeks or hugging you as I longed to. I thought I detected a hint of sadness in your eyes when you saw the distance between us. But you understood; you always understood everything the first time. It was a distance to protect us from each other. And you restored your confident smile. You told me about the book, how you got it, what your plans were, and much more. I asked you to be extra vigilant and give me the book so I could investigate it. I would do it. I would find out who would kill for it. I carefully hid it in my trench coat and prepared to leave. Almost at the exit, I heard you get up hurriedly and felt you hug me tightly from behind. You abandoned your confident tone and whispered, "Alice... take good care of yourself... please..." Trying to hide my joy and my love for you, I whispered back, "Don't worry...". I went back to my office and racked my brains researching that book. I read it from cover to cover; it was like drawings and strange words, a fabulous jumble of gibberish. I noticed that as I read, my mind... began to understand things I never thought I could understand. To think things I shouldn't be thinking. The atmosphere changed, fluctuated. What had happened to me? I even thought you had drugged the book with some kind of substance to try to reach me... Then, I felt the tentacles. I knew it as soon as I felt them tighten around my body. It was one thing to buy the book and have it on display, another to flip through the pages without a care. I'm sure you did that. But I "wanted" to absorb its information. And that changed everything. My mind was working at 200% while my body couldn't move. The tentacles, the physical power of the book, pulled my breasts out. They positioned themselves between my clothes, violating my body and mind. I soon lost track of time. Was it day? Was it night? Pleasure overwhelmed me. The tentacles had already stripped me bare, body and mind, penetrated me. I began to have orgasms. Multiple orgasms. They grew in intensity. A normal orgasm paled in comparison to this overwhelming sensation that my mind would explode from pleasure. On the floor, I could only drool and melt with pleasure. My last conscious thought was of you. Thank goodness it wasn't her the book caught. When I thought I would die, I saw you! You were there among the tentacles! They were trapping you too, tearing you apart with pleasure, but somehow, you managed to reach me. You spoke to me, but I couldn't hear you. You shook me. Very hard. You slapped me, crying. Suddenly, I woke up. You were beside me, in bed, crying, relieved to see me awake. "I came to see why you weren't coming back... I didn't know what was wrong with you, you were just trembling and crying, I didn't know how to wake you up..." I whispered, "thank you..." When I woke up again, an hour had passed. You just looked at me and said one sentence: "Burn it. It has to be you, and it has to be now." I nodded. We got up naked, and although it was difficult, I set it on fire. We watched it burn. When the lights went out, we were left in darkness. You hugged me, and I felt that it had all been worth it. "If you hadn't come and saved my life. The police would have found a body. And they would have found a body. And they would have said an aneurysm, or a heart attack, but the reality would have been much more horrific..." You silenced me with a finger and hugged me even tighter...'
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Noir City - The Black Book

kendarfulgrim
AI art "Rio (Blue Archive) - virgin killer sweater"
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Rio (Blue Archive) - virgin killer sweater

qwertop
AI art "You TOYED with the wrong one, Miss Nagatoro!"
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You TOYED with the wrong one, Miss Nagatoro!

octavian
AI art 'Many hands make light work.' with user description 'Ash, Misty, and Brock have reached Red Rock Island, where they plan to participate in the Whirlpool Cup. While exploring the town, they encounter a boy with several Remoraid and Octillery. He wants to battle Ash as preparation for the Whirlpool Cup. When Misty sees the many tentacles of the Pokémon, she mentally prepares herself to be fucked in every hole.'
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Many hands make light work.

greymaker
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Mavis

zerogroupe21
AI art "Asuka deepthroat"
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Asuka deepthroat

neverleah
AI art 'Toko Casting' with user description 'The dimly lit corner of the library smelled of old parchment and stagnant air—a fitting sanctuary for the Ultimate Writing Prodigy. Toko Fukawa sat huddled in her high-collared school uniform, her long braids frayed and her glasses sliding down her nose. She gripped her fountain pen so hard her knuckles were white, her eyes darting around the room with a mixture of intense self-loathing and a hidden, burning desire to be noticed. The Casting Transcript: Toko Fukawa (The Ultimate Writing Prodigy) 1. Identity: Name, age, and job? "T-Toko Fukawa... I'm 18, though I don't see why that matters to a g-glaring voyeur like you! I'm an author... a p-prodigy, though most people are too stupid to appreciate my prose!" 2. Dreams: What do you want for your future? "To be by Master Byakuya’s side! To be his shadow, his footstool, his... everything! I want to live in a world where he finally acknowledges that I'm the only one worthy of his d-disdain!" 3. Hobbies: Games, movies, and anime you love? "I read! I don't waste time with flickering screens! Though... I suppose I’ve seen Misery—it’s a very romantic movie about dedication. And I’ve heard of Danganronpa, but the writing is far too pulpy for a p-professional like me!" 4. Favorites: Who are your favorite characters? "Byakuya Togami! There is no one else! But if I must choose fiction... perhaps Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights. His obsession is... acceptable." 5. Motivation: Why do you want to do this? What do you expect? "I need the money to b-buy Master Byakuya a gift he can’t ignore! And... I need a release for these... 'darker' thoughts I have. I expect to be treated with the absolute lack of respect I d-deserve!" 6. Drive: Scale of 1-10, how much do you like sex? "D-Don't look at me like that! It's a 10! But only in my head! In reality, it's t-terrifying... but I can't stop thinking about it!" 7. Safety: What is your "Safe Word"? "'BLOOD.' Because if I see it, or if you say it, she might come out... and you don't want to meet the other me." 8. Technical: Okay with being filmed in high-def? "Fine! Capture my 'filth' in 8K! Let the world see how d-degraded a genius can become!" 9. The Agreement: Describe the "Anal Only" encounter? "Listen closely! You are only allowed to touch my Anal opening! Nothing else! My front... my purity... that is saved strictly for Master Byakuya! My 'back door' is just a pit of filth anyway—it's the only part of me that's appropriate for someone like you to use. I want to be taken from behind, treated like a d-disposable object, until I'm completely filled back there!" The Scene: "The Author’s Back-Page Secret" The setting was a cold, iron-framed bed in a dark room. Toko refused to take off her glasses or unbind her braids. She hiked up her pleated skirt, keeping her blouse buttoned to the chin, and presented herself from behind. Her 18-year-old body was trembling, a frantic vibration of nerves and suppressed excitement. "J-Just get it over with!" she hissed, burying her face in a dusty pillow. The scene was a study in isolation. Her partner—a man she refused to even look at—approached her from the rear. The Anal penetration was sudden and unforgiving. Toko let out a muffled shriek into the pillow, her fingers clawing at the sheets. She didn't let him touch her anywhere else; her hands stayed far away from her "sacred" front, which remained untouched and dry, reserved in her mind for a man who would never want it. He moved with a heavy, rhythmic thud, his size stretching her "filth" to the absolute limit. Toko’s mind raced, weaving a dark, tragic narrative out of the friction. She began to moan—a high, stuttering sound that she tried to choke back. The sensation of being used in the one place she deemed "worthless" was strangely liberating. As the climax hit, she demanded he finish deep inside her rear. He complied, a pressurized Anal Creampie that filled her to the brink. When he withdrew, Toko didn't move. She lay there, her skirt hiked up, her 18-year-old rear visibly gaped and leaking a thick, white stream onto her thighs. Her pussy remained dry and "pure" for her Master, but her back was a ruined, overflowing mess of his victory. Toko looked back over her shoulder at the camera, her glasses fogged and her face a mask of lewd, self-loathing bliss. "There... I hope you're h-happy," she panted, her voice trembling. "Now give me my p-payment so I can go buy Master Byakuya his golden cufflink!"'
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Toko Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Jungle trouble part 2"
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Jungle trouble part 2

bian1981gt
AI art "Office Lady's locker room fun"
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Office Lady's locker room fun

salazar01
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