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about 7 hours ago

Yes, let's go see what's hiding under her panties 🌸😉

OPabout 9 hours ago

At least one more part coming up!

OPabout 9 hours ago

Here you go @peterco 😏

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9h fa

Dawn and Henry at the Valentine's party, part 7

Dawn stops and pulls Henry's cock out from between her thighs just enough to tug down and off her black panties, revealing her wet, hairy pussy for the first time for him. Cool air hits her bare, already-slick pussy for a second before she settles back into position. This time, there is nothing between them. She reaches again for the bottle of lube, pops the cap, and drizzles a generous amount right between her thighs and over your cock to relubcriate. She closes her legs again, trapping his cock between her juicy thighs, now with his cock pressing against her soft pussy. She starts moving again starting slow at first to spread the slickness, then faster, thighs clamping and stroking him while her soaked folds slide along the length with every roll of her hips. "Fuck... that's so much better," she whispers, voice thick with heat. Her eyes are half-lidded, fixed on the way his cock disappears between her lubed thighs and the dark hair of her pussy. "Mm.. yeah..." she breathes, a soft, needy sound slipping out. "You feel so hard against me..." "Ohh... my... Emily, that feels so good...", Henry whispers in pleasure. The sound of her real name makes Dawn falter for half a second, her hips stuttering mid-stroke. Emily. Not Dawn. Not a goth fantasy. Just... her. A warm, unexpected ache bloom blooms in her chest even as her pussy around nothing, getting wetter against your cock. "...Henry," she breathes, the name coming out soft and a little shaky. Her thighs squeeze around him, the slick, lubed skin of her legs and soft pussy gliding faster and faster along his shaft. Every roll of her wide hips drags her soaked folds over him, the wet sounds growing louder, more obscene. The realization hits Emily fully: Henry is not just getting off to a fantasy. He is there with her. It makes the heat between her legs throb harder. "I'm close," she whispers, voice rough with need. Her hips move faster, thighs milking him in short, urgent strokes while her pussy grinds greedily against his cock. "You feel so fucking good... don't stop... I'm..." Her breath hitches, thighs trembling as the pleasure coils tight in her core, both of them racing towards the edge together. "Emily, I'm... ahhhh!" he lets out. Her name on his lips pushes her over the the edge. "Henry... fuck..." Her thighs clamp hard around his cock as she cums, a shard, shuddering cry leaving her throat. Her hips stutter and grind through the waves, pussy pulsing wetly against him, coating his shaft with even more of her slick as the orgasm rips through her. At the same moment, his cock throbs furiously between her legs. Hot ropes of cum shoot out, thick and sudden, draping across the skin of her thighs. Another pulse, then another. Warm bursts filling the tight space between her legs, some of it landing right on top of her pussy and shirt and immediately begin to trickle down over her pussy lips into the dark hair. She keeps rocking through it, slower now, milking every last spurt out of him while her own climax still flutters. The sensation of his cum sliding warm and sticky over her thighs and dripping along her pussy makes her whimper softly. "...Holy shit," she breathes, voice shaky and thick. Her legs stay closed around him, holding the heat and the mess between them as they both come down, breathing hard. "Oh my god, Emily, that felt amazing!" She stays still for a few seconds while he holds and caresses her thighs. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, and it makes something soft flutter in her chest. "...Yeah," she whispers. "It did." [TO BE CONTINUED]

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Modello

Arthemy Toons Illustrious

v4.0

Prompt

mature female, goth, wide hips, long hair, black hair, black lipstick, black choker, eyeshadow, eyeliner, pale face, black topwear, moan, male pov, thigh sex, hairy pussy, parted hair, long sleeves, hair behind ear, dim lighting, lying on bed, on back, thrusting

Prompt Negativo

shota, pants

Seed

659575406

Steps

Scala CFG

Sampler

Euler a