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AI art "Mirror selfie test inspired by @peterco"

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Mirror selfie test inspired by @peterco

AI art 'Anara getting in on the trend' with user description 'I never expected the mirror selfie from last time to blow up the way it has.
I hit 500 followers so soon after reaching the 400 milestone, and had my first post that got over 350 likes.

A big thank you to everyone again (You must be getting sick of me saying it so often.)
Please enjoy Anara's Mirror Selfies, and her first time trying anal :)'

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Anara getting in on the trend

AI art '📷 Mirror Selfie 🔥 Test' with user description 'Reference image test

I recently saw this hot sexy mirror selfie pose 🔥 in a photo - sitting, hands hooked under the knees - and I wanted to replicate it using a prompt. Impossible, no matter what I tried. Nada! 🤔

So I tried using that pic as a reference image just for the sake of the pose and completely changed the setting and added a hoodie with cat ears. Though, not the best results, but it works (no negative prompt, no mods). So which of the 12 is the best one? 😏

Uodate: @zesoul crafted the prompt that works 👍'

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📷 Mirror Selfie 🔥 Test

AI art "Recording myself for you..."

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Recording myself for you...

AI art 'Dragon Ball Girls'

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Dragon Ball Girls

AI art 'The Spread - Mirror selfie Magazine' with user description 'Yes, I have combined the trends! It was a struggle to fit in all my prompts.
Hope you all enjoy my contribution to this Magazine trend :)

Also, yay! Sable's back ;)'

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The Spread - Mirror selfie Magazine

AI art '😻 Kittens, No. 2/2' with user description 'Mirror selfie 📱

So, this is where it all started two weeks ago... with this kitten taking selfies (Kittens, No. 2/1), but I couldn't figure out how to create a prompt that worked (maybe there were to much info for a prompt limited to 62 characters), so I started to experiment with a reference image, but the results were "rigid". Until @zesoul came along and created a prompt that works like a charm.

So, finally, as the last one, I made my own mirror selfie with hands hooked under knees, and completed the set 🥹'

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😻 Kittens, No. 2/2

AI art 'Nagatoro's Casting' with user description 'The Righ train
The rhythmic clack of the train tracks was a dull hum against the pounding of my own heart. I was leaning against the cold, vibrating door, my jaw working a piece of grape gum with lazy, rhythmic chews. My eyes were glued to my phone, my thumb swiping through my "private" folder. I was so caught up in admiring my own tan lines and the curves of my unclad body in those mirror selfies that I didn't realize I wasn't alone in my vanity. I was so focused on the screen that I didn't see the shift in the air—the way the tired salarymen around me had stopped looking at their newspapers and started staring at the illicit, glowing heat in my hand.
Then, the sound changed. It wasn't just the screech of the rails; it was the frantic, wet sound of friction. My eyes flicked up for a split second, and my heart skipped a beat. All around me, men had their trousers open, their members out and pulsing. They were masturbating right there, eyes locked on my screen, then on me. I felt a surge of genuine panic, my mouth falling open, the grape gum forgotten. I went to scream, but before a sound could escape, a heavy, calloused hand slammed over my mouth.
Another hand gripped my breast, squeezing the soft flesh through my white off-the-shoulder ribbed crop top. I struggled, my white Mary Janes scuffing the floor, but then I saw my phone. A man had snatched it. His thumb hovered over the "Post" button on my Facebook. All those photos—the ones that would ruin a "normal" girl—were a millisecond away from being seen by everyone.
"If you don't want the whole world to see how much of a little slut you are," he hissed, "you're going to satisfy every man on this train."
I froze. A slow, predatory smirk began to spread behind the hand covering my mouth. My panic didn't vanish; it transformed into a wicked realization. "You think I'm scared?" I thought. "This... this was the plan all along. I wanted to see if anyone was bold enough to take what I was showing them."
They didn't waste time. They didn't even take off my top; they just yanked the elastic down, exposing my breasts to the stale air. I was forced to my knees, my jaw aching as I took the first man into my mouth. I used every trick I’d ever imagined, swallowing the thick, bitter floods of cum until my eyes rolled back. But that was just the "loading screen."
They stood me up, pinning me against the door. They didn't even remove my frayed denim shorts; they just shoved the fabric aside. I felt a thick, leathery cock drive into my pussy, stretching me until I thought I’d break. Then came the anal conquest—a searing, pressurized invasion that made me see stars. My pussy was already red and swollen, leaking their combined seed, but the sensation of being filled from behind while another worked my front was a "Double Penetration" that left me gasping.
Eventually, my shorts were shredded and cast aside, leaving me completely open. Two men stepped forward at once, their eyes hungry. They began the "Double Vaginal" assault, both of them forcing their way into my heat at the same time. The pressure was staggering, stretching my walls to their absolute limit. As I writhed under the weight of them, one of my white Mary Janes caught on a man’s leg and popped off, hitting the floor with a dull thud. I was left with one foot bare, my toes curling as they hammered into me.
As the train pulled into a station, I was pressed hard against the glass. People on the platform stared in shock, watching the "innocent" girl in the white crop top being relentlessly fucked by a rotating line of men. More men pushed into the car, drawn by the sight of my public ruin. I was a mess of sweat, saliva, and white stains.
By the time the train reached the final stop, I was slumped on a train seat, my legs spread wide and my pussy overflowing with a thick, white soup of cum that dripped onto the cushion. My skin was flushed, and I was completely spent. I watched, breathless, as the man with my phone finally hit "Post." My nakedness was now public, trending for the whole world to see.
I didn't cry. I didn't hide. I just leaned back against the seat and smiled, a dark, triumphant glint in my eyes. I wasn't ruined; I was a star. The notifications were already starting to pour in, a symphony of digital attention. This was the debut I had always wanted—the "Ultimate Senpai" had just become the most famous girl on the internet.'

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Nagatoro's Casting

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AI art 'What should I call her?' with user description 'I have been making a little storyline with this character.
I've been thinking of calling her Anara, but open to suggestions if anyone has one.
Enjoy the art :)'

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What should I call her?

AI art 'Irresistable'

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Irresistable

AI art "Bullies"

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Bullies

AI art 'Anticipation' with user description 'Anara is waiting for you to text her.
She got bored and ordered some things online.
She wanted to show you what she's been doing.
Her last message reads, "It's not as good as yours".'

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Anticipation

AI art 'white lace leotard + nature'

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white lace leotard + nature

AI art 'black bikini + nature'

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black bikini + nature

AI art "Hestia"

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Hestia

AI art "Office Lady's shooting behind the scenes part 3"

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Office Lady's shooting behind the scenes part 3

AI art 'Happy Easter Guys repost' with user description 'The digital hum of the Jabberwock Island beach house seemed to synchronize with the rapid, shallow breathing of Chiaki Nanami. She sat in the center of the room, the flickering blue light of the monitor behind her casting long, glitchy shadows across the floor. Sonia, Akane, and Mikan watched in stunned silence as the Ultimate Gamer began to recount the full, unedited sequence of the "Despair Easter Special"—a memory file she had previously tried to compress, but was now forced to render in full, agonizing detail.
"I... I need to tell you how it actually happened. From the very first 'level' to the 'Game Over' screen," Chiaki began, her voice dropping into a low, rhythmic drone. "It wasn't just a shoot; it was a total immersion. Junko took me to a forest that didn't feel real. The trees were ancient and twisted, and she had set up these massive, high-intensity green spotlights that bathed everything in a sickly, radioactive glow. I was dressed in that Monomi suit—a tight, high-cut pink leotard with those long, heavy rabbit ears that kept tugging my head back. No padding, no protection. Just me, exposed in the cold night air."
Chiaki’s eyes glazed over, her 18-year-old mind retreating into the simulation of the past. "The man was waiting in a clearing. He was a giant, a physical boss encounter I had no hope of dodging. Junko gave the signal, and the 'game' began. He started by asserting total control, his massive hands gripping my waist so hard I thought my hit points would drop to zero instantly. He forced me down, and the first stage was the Blowjob. I had to worship his enormous, pulsing member under those green lights, my blue hair fanning out over the mossy ground. I was already shaking, my system overloaded by his sheer scale."
"Then came the 'mechanics' of the Easter theme," she continued, her face flushing a deep, vivid crimson. "Junko brought out a basket of Easter eggs. They were made of heavy, polished resin—larger than real eggs, smooth and freezing cold. The man positioned me against a gnarled oak tree and began the Vaginal penetration. It was a critical hit; he was so large that I felt my internal boundaries shifting. But as he drove into me, he didn't stop. He took the first egg and pushed it deep inside, right past his own girth. The sensation of that cold, hard object being forced into my womb while he was still occupying me... it was a sensory paradox."
"He didn't stop there. He pushed a second egg into my Vagina, and then a third. I could feel them clashing together inside me, a heavy, rhythmic clicking that vibrated through my entire lower body. My 18-year-old anatomy was being stretched to its absolute structural limit. And then... he moved to my Anal passage. He pushed two more eggs in there, one after the other, until I was physically incapable of closing either entrance. I was a container, a vessel for Junko's twisted holiday decorations. I was being 'stuffed' like a prize-filled plushie."
Chiaki’s hands gripped her knees, her knuckles white. "This is the part I was ashamed to tell you. As the man resumed his frantic, heavy pacing—slamming into me while those five eggs shifted and rolled deep within my most private depths—my body stopped resisting. The green lights seemed to pulse in time with my heart. I wasn't just enduring it; I was craving it. My first orgasm hit like a lightning strike, a total system bypass that left me sobbing. Then the second. Then the third. By the twelfth orgasm, I was a broken mess of pleasure and lewd desperation."
"I was begging for it," Chiaki whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and heat. "I was arched back against that tree, my Monomi suit soaked in sweat and forest dew, screaming for him to fill me even more. I wanted to be ruined. I wanted the 'Despair' Junko promised. At the climax, he delivered the final 'payload.' A double Creampie—a massive, pressurized torrent of his essence that flooded the spaces between the resin eggs. I felt my stomach distend, the warmth of his tribute mixing with the cold of the eggs, making me feel impossibly heavy and anchored to the forest floor."
"When he finally withdrew, the 'Game Over' screen didn't appear. I was left there, gaped and completely open. My 18-year-old rear and pussy were wide, pulsing circles that couldn't retract because of the eggs still lodged deep inside. I was leaking a thick, white stream of fluid that clouded over the moss, my Monomi ears drooping in the dirt. I lay there for hours under those green lights, overfilled and discarded, feeling the weight of those five eggs and his massive tribute inside me. And the most despair-inducing part of all... was that I didn't want it to end. I loved being his broken, overstuffed Easter bunny."
Chiaki finally fell silent, the virtual world around her appearing to stabilize as she finished her data dump. She looked at her friends—Sonia, Akane, and Mikan—with eyes that had seen the absolute end of the game and found a true ending'

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Happy Easter Guys repost

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AI art 'nudes for beeing a good boy'

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nudes for beeing a good boy

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