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AI art "Sakura femdom"
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Sakura femdom

test321
AI art 'Vesper & Nana-cha: No Limits' with user description 'For Vesper and Nana-cha, intimacy is a team sport. There’s no room for hesitation when Vesper and Nana-cha decide to lose control. What started as a private spark between them quickly turned into a wildfire that consumed the entire room. ​This set captures their raw, unfiltered hunger. It’s an intimate look at how their bond becomes the center of a wild, crowded encounter. They aren't just participants; they are the ones driving the energy, feeding off each other’s heat while surrounded by a group that can barely keep up. No judgments, no rules—just two friends pushing every boundary and taking exactly what they want.'
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Vesper & Nana-cha: No Limits

cef_ultra
AI art "Yor and Marin"

Yor and Marin

m3n4sk3r
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Tanpa Judul

chainny
AI art "2girls fun"
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2girls fun

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 'Frieren ❤️ Marin Purple Room'
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Frieren ❤️ Marin Purple Room

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Rin's exercises"
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Rin's exercises

zuzul
AI art "Anime's best Blonde Bombshell"
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Anime's best Blonde Bombshell

octavian
AI art 'Tribute to Warmice: 2k' with user description 'Agent Naomi (Pearl) is really happy on this achievement! We are celebrating the 2k for Warmice! The best storyteller of whole BetterWaifu. Keep rocking it!'
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Tribute to Warmice: 2k

cef_ultra
AI art "The Hunger: Walpurgis Night"
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The Hunger: Walpurgis Night

dreamerofdreams
AI art '2k Followers ❤️' with user description '​Hey guys, I finally made it to 2k followers! I just want to thank every single one of you... for the comments, the posts, and mostly for the inspiration. You all rock. Thank you all and see you around! ❤️'
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2k Followers ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art '1000 FOLLOWERS' with user description 'Thanks for the amazing support guys! I can't believe this! More than 1000 followers. I'm ultra happy about this. This is a fun project and I'm very happy to see that you also like all the things I have generated. Thanks to all for all the support! Naomi also wants to say thank you.'
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1000 FOLLOWERS

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Fern and frieren
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Fern and frieren

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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 "Battle Angel : White"
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Battle Angel : White

zuzul
AI art "🥳 1000 followers threshold 🥳"
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🥳 1000 followers threshold 🥳

peterco
AI art 'No Regrets'
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No Regrets

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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 'BOOBA=👍'
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BOOBA=👍

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