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Would you take it ?

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Walkies with Anya

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AI art "Shinobu : Certified pussy licker"

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Shinobu : Certified pussy licker

AI art 'A Happy Place' with user description 'Well... Hope you enjoy it, wherever it is lol'

A Happy Place

AI art 'Nagatoro BDSM' with user description 'He makes her taste her ass and her pussy.'

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Nagatoro BDSM

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AI art 'Night-time walk with Anara' with user description 'You invite Anara for a midnight walk on Valentine's Day. You give her a set of instructions to follow.
She seems excited over the phone.
But doing it makes her nervous.
But as always, she enjoys it once she gets into it.'

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Night-time walk with Anara

AI art '🗓️ Calendar Girl "March"' with user description 'It's time to turn the page on the calendar again 😏 Hello March! 🌼'

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🗓️ Calendar Girl "March"

AI art 'Altina BDSM' with user description 'Black Rabbit captured'

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Altina BDSM

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AI art 'Hiyoko Casting' with user description 'The fluorescent lights of the terminal hummed with a sterile, soul-crushing boredom that I absolutely adored. I adjusted my sunglasses, my fingers drumming against the handle of a vibrant green suitcase. It was heavy—unusually heavy for a carry-on—but I pulled it with a skip in my step.
Inside, tucked away like a precious, foul-mouthed doll, was Hiyoko Saionji.
The flight was a blur of despair-filled anticipation. By the time I reached the humid, nameless country and navigated the back alleys to the rendezvous point—a derelict warehouse smelling of salt and rot—my skin was tingling. A group of men stood there, the kind of bottom-feeders that society tries to pretend don't exist. Sexual offenders, outcasts, the worst of the worst. Perfect.
"You brought the package?" the leader grunted, eyeing the green case.
"Oh, better than that," I purred, dropping to my knees. "I brought an appetizer."
I didn't waste time. I moved from one man to the next, my hands and mouth working with a manic, despair-inducing precision. I did fellatio on every single member of the gang, watching their eyes glaze over with a mix of lust and confusion. I wanted them primed. I wanted them hungry. I wanted their blood pumping and their primal instincts screaming for the main course. By the time I stood up, wiping my lip with a wicked grin, the room was thick with the scent of musk and anticipation.
"Enjoy the dessert," I giggled, blowing them a kiss as I stepped out into the night, leaving the suitcase behind.
### Hiyoko’s POV
The world was dark, cramped, and cold. I had been curled in that suitcase for hours, completely naked, my skin pressed against the hard lining. I could hear the muffled sounds of Junko’s voice, the wet, rhythmic noises of her "service," and then... a final, chilling silence.
The suitcase tipped over with a thud. The zipper rasped, a jagged line of light cutting through my dark prison. The lid flipped open.
I blinked against the harsh glare of a single hanging bulb. I didn't reach for anything to cover myself—I didn't have anything. I was exposed, vulnerable, and exactly where I wanted to be. Surrounding me was a wall of men—rough, scarred, and completely aroused. I looked up from my position on the floor and saw a forest of penises, angry and engorged, hovering just inches from my face. My heart hammered against my ribs, a wild, rhythmic drumming that echoed in my ears.
They didn't waste a second. Rough hands hauled my naked body out of the case. They moved with a practiced, brutal efficiency, binding my bare limbs in intricate BDSM ropes. The coarse hemp bit into my soft, unprotected skin, pulling me taut until my back arched and my body was displayed like a piece of meat on a hook.
"Look at this little thing," one of them hissed, his hand calloused as it roamed over my stomach. "She's been waiting for us."
Then, the onslaught began. Because I was already naked, there was no barrier, no delay. They used me in every way possible—orally, vaginally, and anal. I was a vessel for their collective depravity. The friction was relentless, the weight of their massive bodies crushing the air from my lungs. I was gagged, my cries muffled as they took turns, sometimes two or three at once, filling every available space I had. The humiliation was absolute; the physical sensation was an overwhelming tide of heat and pressure that made my vision swim.
But as a thick, hot wave of their release coated my bare skin and filled my throat, a thought flickered through the haze of my mind.
Junko thought she was breaking me. She thought she was throwing me into the pit of despair by selling my naked, helpless body to these monsters. But as I felt the rough rope burn against my thighs and the sheer power of these men tearing into me, I couldn't help the secret, internal thrill.
This was exactly what I had asked for.
I had been the one to whisper the idea to Junko weeks ago, feigning fear while planting the seed of this "betrayal." The kidnapping, the suitcase, the naked delivery—it was all my design. Every sting of the rope and every monstrous stretch was a fulfillment of the one fetish I could never tell the other Ultimates about. As the leader gripped my hair and forced me down once more, I didn't feel despair. I felt a twisted, ecstatic sense of victory.'

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Hiyoko Casting

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AI art 'Nagatoro Dominatrix - preview' with user description 'Hi guys :D

a bigger post regarding Nagatoro is coming lately but i currently have some technical problems hehe so for now i leave you this preview :)

As always let me know if you enjoy what you see with a like and a comment <3'

Nagatoro Dominatrix - preview

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akumu

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Cynthia Milk

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Golden collar.

AI art 'Yor casting' with user description 'The evening air in the Forger apartment was heavy with the scent of herbal tea and the ticking of the wall clock. Yor sat on the edge of the velvet sofa, her fingers trembling as they traced the delicate floral pattern of her porcelain cup. She had been staring into the dark amber liquid for several minutes, her mind caught in the violent, messy transition between the "Thorn Princess" and the submissive wife of a psychiatrist. Finally, she took a shaky breath and looked toward Loid, who was reading a newspaper with his usual stoic composure.
"Loid," she started, her voice a soft, nervous whisper that barely carried across the room. "There is something I’ve been keeping from you. Regarding the 'city hall' assignment that kept me out all night... the kidnapping. I haven't told you the full story of what happened in that warehouse."
Loid set his newspaper down, his professional 'Twilight' mask immediately softening into that of the concerned, supportive husband. "You can tell me anything, Yor. Whatever it is, you don’t have to carry it alone."
"I was undercover, tracking a ring of extremely dangerous men—a gang of rapists and human traffickers," Yor began, her eyes distant as she drifted back to the cold, damp concrete of the docks. "I allowed them to take me. It was the only way to find their base. When I woke up, I was in their warehouse, stripped of my dignity and suspended by my neck with a heavy silk cord. My toes could barely touch the floor, and every breath was a struggle. The leader—a man with cold, hungry eyes—was laughing. He kept saying how lucky they were to have caught someone so beautiful and 'innocent' like me."
She took a sharp breath, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the tea cup. "Because I was suspended and the cord was tied to a pressure-sensitive alarm, I couldn't use my strength to break free without revealing my skills and alerting the rest of the gang before the setup was ready. I had to endure it, Loid. They were relentless. They took turns, using my body in every way imaginable—orally, vaginally, and anal. They treated me like a mindless toy, laughing and mocking me while I was forced to hang there, struggling for air while they hammered into me. It was... intense. I felt every moment of it, the heat, the friction, and the sheer weight of their depravity."
Loid remained remarkably calm, his expression unreadable, though he reached out to place a reassuring hand on her knee.
"But it was a trap," Yor continued, a flicker of her 'Thorn Princess' steel returning to her gaze. "I had hidden a high-frequency locator deep inside my anus before the capture. I knew they would search my clothes and even my mouth, but they never checked there. The police arrived just as the leader was finishing his second turn. They were all arrested and sent to the high-security black site. My superiors told me... they won't be coming out alive. They are to be executed for their crimes against the state."
Yor looked at him, her face flushing a deep, painful crimson. "I'm so sorry, Loid. I had to let them do those things for the sake of the mission. I feel so ashamed as your wife, having been touched by such monsters."
Loid reached out, gently taking her hand and squeezing it firmly. "Yor, look at me. It’s okay. In this line of work—in high-stakes security and intelligence—sometimes the mission demands a physical sacrifice. You did what you had to do to catch those monsters and save countless other women from their fate. I don't judge you for it. In fact, I admire your commitment to the job."
Yor blinked, surprised by his easy, almost clinical acceptance of her ordeal.
"In fact," Loid said, his voice dropping slightly as he leaned back into the sofa, "if I’m being honest, I’ve had to do the same many times before we ever met. During my long-term assignments abroad, specifically in the years before I moved to Berlint, I had to sleep with and seduce almost every target's wife to get the intel the agency needed. It was a standard protocol for deep-cover operations. It was just a tool, Yor. A means to an end. It doesn't mean anything beyond the objective."
Yor’s eyes widened, her grip on her tea cup tightening until the porcelain groaned with a sharp *crick*. The soft, domestic atmosphere of the room shifted instantly. A dark, swirling aura of murderous jealousy began to radiate from her, though she kept her polite, practiced smile fixed on her face. Her pupils contracted into tiny points of red-hot focus.
"Oh?" Yor whispered, her voice trembling with a different kind of intensity than before. "Almost *every* target’s wife, Loid? And that was all... 'before we met'? I see... I suppose we both have a lot of very interesting 'work' history to discuss in much more detail later tonight."'

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Yor casting

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AI art "Goth Milf gangbang"

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Goth Milf gangbang

AI art "akumu"

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akumu

AI art '🌟100th POST SPECIAL COMPILATION🌟' with user description 'HEEEEEEEELLO GUYS 🌟🌟🌟🌟

THIS IS MY 100th POST!!!

For this special occasion i made a compilation with some of my favorite posts i made along the way!
You can find here all yours (and mine) favourites and most iconic waifus! ❤️

Nakano Miku, Raphtalia, Nagatoro, May, Frieren, Fern, Boa Hancock, Jasmine, Hinata, Asui, Toph and many more!

Thank you guys for always supporting me i hope you will keep enjoy my content everyday ❤️

Please share some love in the comment section of this post ❤️'

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🌟100th POST SPECIAL COMPILATION🌟

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Looking at the stars

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