cum on penis

AI art "Iommi Knows What You Like"
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Iommi Knows What You Like

ftfarmer
AI art "Redhead having a passionate time"
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Redhead having a passionate time

bian1981gt
AI art 'Fruit' with user description 'Fern sharing some grapes'
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Fruit

blackhairedstudent
AI art "[Request] Weekend Getaway with Michelle"
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[Request] Weekend Getaway with Michelle

dreamerofdreams
AI art "Scorpion girl playing with you"
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Scorpion girl playing with you

zesoul
AI art "My girl Hinata"
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My girl Hinata

kevinlor20
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 'Cave Quickie with a Dragon Cutie' for prompt: '1girl, dragon-girl, scaled skin, red scales, anthro, dragon tail, human face, brown hair, {brown skin), (yellow eyes), big hair, messy hair, portrait, face scales, forehead gem'
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Cave Quickie with a Dragon Cutie

soup
AI art "Chel collection"
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Chel collection

owyerd
AI art 'Casting bulma' with user description 'The sun was setting over West City, casting long, orange shadows across the Capsule Corp. balcony. I took a slow sip of my drink, not looking at Yamcha as he sat across from me. He’d been talking about baseball or training—I wasn’t really listening. I had something else on my mind, a story I’d kept to myself since the months following the mess on Namek. "You want to know why I’ve been so distant lately, Yamcha?" I asked, finally meeting his eyes. "It wasn’t just the stress of the space travel. It was something that happened while you guys were... occupied." I leaned back, swirling the ice in my glass. ### The Detour "It was about six months after we got back from Namek. I was out in the Northern Wastelands alone, scouting for a specific type of rare magnetic ore I needed for the gravity chamber prototypes. I thought I could handle it—I had my capsules and a scout flyer. But a localized EMP storm fried my electronics. I crashed near a settlement I didn't recognize: 'The Rust Belt,' a lawless scrap-heap town run by a mercenary group called the Iron Raiders." ### The Objective "They weren't just common thugs; they were tech-hunters. They recognized the Capsule Corp. logo on my jacket immediately. Their leader, a massive guy named Kael, realized I was worth more than just a ransom. He wanted me to bypass the encryption on a stolen cache of military-grade energy cores they’d intercepted. If I didn't cooperate, they were going to scrap my flyer and leave me to freeze in the wastes." ### The "Adventure" "I spent three days in their compound. It was gritty, smelling of grease and ozone. To get the job done, I had to embed myself in their world. I wasn't just a prisoner; I was the 'guest of honor' at their victory celebration once the cores were unlocked. There were dozens of them—rough, hardened men who hadn't seen a woman like me in years, let alone a genius who just handed them a fortune in power." "It wasn't like anything back here in the city. In that lawless place, surrounded by them, things got... intense. I didn't fight it, Yamcha. In fact, after the adrenaline of Namek and the boredom of home, there was something about being the center of all that raw, unfiltered attention that I actually leaned into. I took charge of the situation in a way you wouldn't believe. By the time I left, I didn't just have my ore; I had a very different understanding of what I wanted out of life." I set my glass down on the table with a sharp *clack*. "The point is, Yamcha... that experience changed me. It made me realize that I’m looking for a different kind of fire. Someone who matches that intensity, someone who doesn't just play by the rules or wait for permission." I stood up, smoothing out my skirt. "We’ve had a long run, seven years is a lifetime. But sitting here with you now? It feels like I'm trying to live in a world that’s too small for me. I’m moving on. I think it’s time you do the same." I didn't wait for him to find his words. I turned around and walked back into the lab, leaving him alone on the balcony with the darkening sky. I had work to do, and a Prince to go find.'
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Casting bulma

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Alisa Mikhailovna"
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Alisa Mikhailovna

noiffe
AI art
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Senza titolo

kibh
AI art "foot fetish"
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foot fetish

jlixard
AI art "Tsunade Casting"
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Tsunade Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Konpeko, konpeko, konpeko!'
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Konpeko, konpeko, konpeko!

taxidermia
AI art "Waking Up with Iommi"
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Waking Up with Iommi

dreamerofdreams
AI art 'Junko ❤️'

Junko ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'A night to remember' with user description 'The dormitory of Hope’s Peak Academy felt unusually cramped as Toko Fukawa sat hunched over her desk, her fingers twitching over the keys of her typewriter. The "Genocider" within was quiet for once, but Toko’s own neuroses were in full bloom. She let out a jagged sigh, turning her head to glare at Aoi Asahina, who was currently doing light stretches on a yoga mat nearby. "H-Hey, Donut Girl," Toko stammered, her voice a mix of a rasp and a sneer. "I’m... I’m stuck. My next romance manuscript is as dry as a desert. I need inspiration. Real stories. Not that s-saccharine garbage you probably daydream about while eating your weight in sugar. Do you have any... ideas? Anything with actual heat?" Aoi paused her stretch, her ponytail swaying as she looked at Toko with a surprisingly thoughtful expression. A slow, mischievous smile spread across her face—one that didn't quite match her usual bubbly persona. "Actually, Toko... I have a story. It’s not a 'romance' in the way you’d think, but it’s definitely an experience I’ll never forget." Toko adjusted her glasses, her eyes narrowing. "Well? Spit it out. I don't have all day." "It happened a few years ago," Aoi began, her voice dropping into a nostalgic hum. "I had this childhood friend—let’s call him Ken. We grew up together, and I used to sleep over at his house all the time when we were kids. Nothing ever happened back then; we were just buddies. But one weekend, he invited me over again. When I got there, I realized it wasn't just us. There were five other guys there—his friends from the basketball team. I thought it was a little strange at first, but they had ordered a mountain of pizza, and I was starving. We had a great time, laughing and eating until we were stuffed." "P-Pizza? That’s your big lead-in?" Toko scoffed, though she was already leaning forward. "After the food, we started playing Mario Kart," Aoi continued, ignoring the jab.I was a pro, Toko. I was beating everyone, race after race. I was so confident that I started craving donuts. That’s when one of the boys—this really tall, muscular guy his name is octavi—proposed a bet. He said, Hina, if you win the next course, we’ll all pitch in and buy you donuts every single week for an entire year. But... if you lose, everyone who beats you gets to do whatever they want to you for the rest of the night.'" Toko’s breath hitched, her fingers hovering over her typewriter. "A-And you... you accepted?" "I was so sure of myself," Aoi whispered, her eyes clouding with the memory. "But then we started the race. My heart was pounding. And for the first time in my life... I lost. I didn't just lose; I came in nearly last. Every single one of them beat me, except for Ken. The room went silent for a second, and then the atmosphere changed. It was like the air got ten degrees hotter." "What did they do?" Toko rasped. "The **Gangbang** started right there on the living room carpet," Aoi said, her voice trembling slightly. "They didn't waste a second. They swarmed me. It was a total sensory explosion. I was pinned down by twelve hands, and the first thing they went for were my **Boobs**. They were grabbing them, kneading them, treating them like prizes they had finally won. Then, they moved to the rest of me. I was subjected to a relentless **Fellatio** circuit. I was forced into a series of **Deepthroat** maneuvers, taking one after another until my jaw ached and my eyes watered. It was a continuous stream of heat." Aoi took a sharp breath. "Then came the main event. Because there were so many of them, they decided to maximize my capacity. I was subjected to a **Double Penetration** that felt like it was rearranging my very soul. I had one guy in my pussy and another in my **Anus** at the same time. The girth of them... the way they moved in opposite rhythms... it stretched my frame until I thought I would break. I was screaming, Toko! I was **cummed** on and in so many times I lost count. My internal walls were pulsing, desperately trying to hold onto all of them at once. They used every hole I had, rotating with a tactical efficiency that left me in a dazed, white-out trance." "A-And the end?" Toko whispered, her face beet-red. "The finale was a total **Bukkake**," Aoi finished, her voice a dazed hum. "They lined up and unleashed their **cum** directly into my throat and across my face. It was a white tidal wave. Because they held my mouth shut to ensure every drop was delivered, the pressure forced the warm, white cream through my sinuses. I felt the heat of **cum** leaking from my **nose**, and a faint, trickling warmth even reached my **ears**. I was internally and externally flooded." Toko sat in stunned silence for a long moment. "That’s... that’s a tragedy! You lost a whole year of donuts and your dignity because of a stupid game Aoi looked up at Toko, her smile returning—only this time, it was sharp and knowing. "Oh, Toko you’re missing the point. I’m the best Mario Kart player I know. I lost on purpose.'
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A night to remember

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Dawn <3"
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Dawn <3

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