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AI art 'šŸ˜» 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 šŸ–ļø'
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šŸ˜» Procrastination, Friday

peterco
AI art "šŸšæ Bathtub Faucet Masturbation"
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šŸšæ Bathtub Faucet Masturbation

peterco
AI art "Zoe at the beach"
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Zoe at the beach

zesoul
AI art 'Ilyana debut'
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Ilyana debut

barry915
AI art "Musketeer's squad"
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Musketeer's squad

zuzul
AI art 'Piper OC Debut' with user description 'The other design I've been returning to, tbh not fully convinced I'm settled on a name yet as she is more recent, but I'm calling her Piper for now... Piper fills the all-around hentai girl role for me, she loves to please and satisfy others and loves to see others get turned on because of her. She is open-minded and her thoughts quickly turn sexual, causing her to discover and embrace many different fetishes. Often she works as a bunny hostess in high-end establishments and has encounters that lead to off-the-clock activities... Here she is getting a little messy~ Search terms: blowjob paizuri facial reverse bunnysuit cum on tongue'
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Piper OC Debut

onlyyouprod
AI art 'Hina's Story: Trial Runs Part 2' with user description 'Hina couldnā€™t take it. Level two was just too much. As best as she could, she tried to hold back the moans threatening to escape but it was a losing battle. Just as she was about to gave in, the intensity dropped to level one. ā€œYoung girl, if you arenā€™t feeling, I have a honey lemon drop that could helpā€ Trying anything to distract herself, she reaches out to grab the drop, ā€œThank you, si-ā€ Level two. Hina freezes before grabbing the drop, to focused and aroused by the return of the new level. The subway stops and the old man stands, ready to get down. The old man places the drop in her hand and closes her hands around it. ā€œTake care of yourself young one, my stop is here but try not going out when you arenā€™t well. Level one. Hina shakily relaxes, ā€œThank you for the kind words.ā€ As the old man leaves, Hina finally takes time to understand her current dilemma. Looks like the second level has her alternating between all the levels. And unfortunately for, she was only two minutes into the round trip. The subway continued its journey, but Hinaā€™s was just beginning. She tried her best to keeping quiet, pressing her hands against where the device was wreaking havoc. Level two. Hina crossed her legs, leaned forward trying to keep her composure. Demo mode. Momentary relax. Level two. She leans back in her seat, eyes squeezed shut and beginning to tear up. covering her mouth to stop any sound from escaping, the other pressed against the device thinking it would ease the stimulation. Not a chance. This endless song and dance felt like torture for the next fifteen minutes as there were multiple stops that day. But the worst part was that Hina was kept at edge unable to release, conflicted on if this was a blessing or a curse. As the subway approached the final stop and the doors opened, Hina rushed out hiding somewhere to try to calm herself. But as she stepped out, the device stopped. Sweating profusely, Hina leans against a wall on the verge of crying. Her phone vibrates, scaring Hina as she thought there was a second device. ā€œAlmost done, just need to get level three data and we are done.ā€ Hina lets out a defeated moan. Tired, she heads back to the park before collapsing into the grass, her legs giving way from the earlier exertion. ā€œWhat have I gotten myself into? This is not what I signed up for.ā€ Well, you did. Verbally at least. So, letā€™s finish up. At that moment level three begins, and it was far more intense than anything Hina had expected from the tiny demon. She immediately bought her knees to her chest, hands desperately pressed between her legs, her juices flowing between her fingers. Hina couldnā€™t make a sound, her whole body affected by the strong tremors, but the warmth was quickly spreading from her head to her toes. ā€œThis is it! I can finally-ā€ Gone. Done. Disappeared. Hina relaxes, hands and legs spread. Defeated ā€œIā€™m done, I canā€™t do this anymore. Itā€™s too much Yuki.ā€ The tears started flowing as Hina was still recovering from the intensity of the final level. Her phone vibrates again, slowly Hina reads the message from Yuki. Just one word. ā€œOffice.ā€ Hina gets, the office thankfully a short walk from the park. As Hina walks in Yuki gives her friend a hug. ā€œYou did well, to be honest level three is pretty intense.ā€ Hina, looking at her friend with wet eyes, ā€œYou monster, I was on edge all day. I was absolutely terrified someone would catch me.ā€ ā€œHina,ā€ Yuki smiled, ā€œdid you forget your safe word?ā€ Hina freezes, recalling the words Yuki left her with before the first level. Why hadnā€™t she used it? Sure her pride would have prevented her from doing so, but not even once had it occurred to her that there was one. There was no way. Was she secretly enjoying-? No. She couldnā€™t bring herself to admit that. ā€œWell as a reward I have something that I think you desperately needā€ She took Hina to the storage closet where a chair and belts her situated. ā€œWhat is this-ā€œ ā€œTrust me, take off your heels and take a seat. Hina obeys, doing as Yuki said and taking a seat. Yuki grabs the leather belts, securing Hina to the chair, arms tied behind her back, resulting in a frog tie, her feet off the ground. She rips apart her hose, to Hinaā€™s surprise and inserts the device, noting it looked a little different from the one from earlier. Still not done, Yuki unbuttons Hinaā€™s top, attaching two vibrators, one for each nipple. Just as Hina was about to ask, Yuki forces a ring gag into her mouth, stopping her question. Finally she places a blindfold, heightening Hinaā€™s senses of her current situation. After admiring her work, Yuki grabs sound proof headphones and leans next to Hinaā€™s ear. ā€œHave fun girl, and by the way, this one is version two, and has a level four. Enjoy.ā€ Yuki then places the headphones on and closes the door as she leaves. ā€œWHAT!? YUKI PLEASE I CANā€™T! COME BACKā€ but the ring gag prevented anything understandable from coming out. She begins fighting her bonds but to no avail. The conclusion Part 3 soon!'
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Hina's Story: Trial Runs Part 2

mellmell1
AI art 'Ilyana'
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Ilyana

barry915
AI art "sleepy bus"
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sleepy bus

zuzul
AI art "Hot Wife Sex Pt.1"
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Hot Wife Sex Pt.1

darkmorcel
AI art "Dawn's Winter Retreat"
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Dawn's Winter Retreat

pokemon_maniac
AI art "Evangelion Magazine Trend - Mary"
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Evangelion Magazine Trend - Mary

kendarfulgrim
AI art 'Fern ā¤ļø' with user description 'The night air in the Northern Lands was sharp enough to draw blood, a biting chill that usually signaled the presence of something ancient and hungry. Frieren sat by a dying campfire, her eyes fixed on a tattered map, while Fern stood in the long shadows cast by the ruins they had claimed for the night. The silence between them was heavy, broken only by the occasional crackle of wood. "Mistress Frieren," Fern began, her voice steady despite the rapid, frantic pounding of her heart against her ribs. "The demon terrorizing this province is not a simple predator. My investigations confirmed a much more disturbing reality. He doesn't just kill for sustenance; he obsesses. He has a fixationā€”a fetishā€”for you. He has been enslaving human girls, styling their hair to match yours, and forcing them into a life of servitude in his sanctum. But he doesn't just want a copy. He wants the Legend." Frieren looked up, her green eyes reflecting the fading embers. "It's a troublesome trap, Fern. A mana-dampening field like the one surrounding his lair makes a direct magical assault suicide. We should wait for him to emerge for his next hunt." "We don't have time. Another girl was taken tonight, and the villagers say his 'consecration' rituals usually end in the victim's death once his obsession fades," Fern countered, stepping fully into the light. "I have studied his patterns. He lets his guard down only during the act of intimacy. He enters a trance of pure, hedonistic focus where his mana suppression falters. This is the only way, Mistress. I look enough like you that in the dim, incense-heavy light of his lair, he won't know the difference. I will go in. I will endure him, and when he is at his most vulnerableā€”at the very moment of his releaseā€”I will execute him with a point-blank Zoltraak." Frierenā€™s eyes narrowed. "Fern, do you truly understand the gravity of this? He is a monster of the old era." "I am a mage," Fern said, her eyes burning with resolve. "My body is a tool for the peace of this land. Please... let me protect the people." The demonā€™s sanctum smelled of old parchment, sulfur, and a heavy, cloying musk. Fern, her hair styled with painstaking precision to mimic her mentorā€™s, was not shackled; the demon preferred his "Frieren" to be a willing participant in his fantasy. He was a towering figure of darkness, but as he approached her, his movements were surprisingly slow, almost reverent. "Frieren..." the demon whispered, his clawed hand gently stroking her hair. "Finally, the Silver Witch of the South is mine to mold." He dropped to his knees before her, his touch almost tender as he pressed against her lips. Fern closed her eyes and opened her mouth, accepting him. She gagged slightly as the sheer, demonic size of him filled her, but the demon was patient, moving with a rhythmic, gentle suction that forced her to accommodate his staggering girth. When he was satisfied, he lifted her onto a stone altar. He moved with a steady, agonizingly slow pressure as he entered her anal passage first. The stretch was immense, a monstrous fullness that made her vision swim, but as he began to move, his pace was hypnotic. He then shifted, guiding his length into her pussy while maintaining a physical connection to her rear with his hands. Soon, he was using both her anal and vaginal paths continuously, a deep, rhythmic movement that filled her entire core with a dark, pulsating heat. The sensation began to change. Against her will, Fern felt her body betraying her mission. The slow, rhythmic friction and the demon's unnatural warmth were too much for her mortal nerves to ignore. She reached her first climax, a silent, shaking peak. The demon hammered into her, but it wasn't a brutal assaultā€”it was a deep, soul-shaking connection. Fern reached a second, even more violent climax as he continued his steady, gentle pace, her body arching off the stone in a spasm of pure pleasure. Finally, the demonā€™s breathing hitched. His movements became frantic as he reached the peak of his obsession. He let out a guttural moan, his body tensing. At that exact microsecond, the mana-dampening field flickered. Fern didn't hesitate. Her eyes snapped open, glowing with a cold, murderous light. Her hand pointed directly at his throat. "Zoltraak," she whispered. A beam of pure killing magic erupted, vaporizing his head and chest. The weight on her back vanished. Fern lay on the altar for a long time before cleaning herself and walking out to where Frieren was waiting. Frieren wrapped her cloak around Fernā€™s shoulders, noting the flush on her apprenticeā€™s cheeks. Fern looked down, her voice a soft, honest whisper. "Mistress... that devil was very experienced. He... he made me cum two times." Frieren was silent for a moment, then she simply pulled Fern closer. "Let's find a bathhouse, Fern. You've done enough."'
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Fern ā¤ļø

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'šŸ˜» Cat Angels' with user description 'Lost in a world of false prophets and fake religions? Deep down, your heart already knows the truth: the CATholicism - the only one faith that promises you 9 lives, and if you spend them all, there is a nekomimi paradise with 40 purring cat virgins waiting in the sunbeam afterlife, ready to take you into eternal purrvana šŸ˜ CATvert today. The cardboard CAThedral is open 24/7. (We donā€™t do CATurdays though). #CATholicism #NineLives #PurrvanaAwaits'
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šŸ˜» Cat Angels

peterco
AI art 'need for consolation'

need for consolation

zuzul
AI art
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Tanpa Judul

steven1599
AI art "Leather suits"
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Leather suits

zuzul
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Tanpa Judul

jlixard
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Tanpa Judul

kibh
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Tanpa Judul

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