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Iono masturbating amd having livestream fun

varcolac
AI art 'A evening at the hot legs' with user description 'Today is your day, @parda ! You’ve won a VIP Backstage Pass and will get to meet Priss in person after her performance. The show was absolutely top-notch, but the real highlight awaits you backstage. One of the "Hot Legs" staff members leads you to Priss's dressing room; you knock on the door. From inside, you hear a voice say, "Come in." You don't need to be told twice, and you step inside. Your breath catches in your throat—there she stands. Priss is leaning against a speaker cabinet in her sexy stage outfit: red high heels, hot pants, and a bustier. Your gaze wanders from her heels up to her face. She smiles at you seductively as she places her left index finger against her lips. Priss: You’re even more handsomer than I expected, Mr. P. You don't mind if I call you Mr. P, do you? Her charm completely floors you, and you can only nod in response. Playfully, she traces her finger across your cheek and down to your breast. Priss: Would you take off your shirt for me, Mr. P? She asks, biting her lip as she does so. She leans forward, resting her hands on her thighs for support. She likes what she sees; her eyes remain fixed on you. Priss: Let me dance for you a little. She presses a button on a remote control, and music begins to play through the speakers. She moves to the rhythm of the music, looking incredibly sexy as she does. Her eyes lock with yours—a silent promise of more to come. Priss: Come here and kiss me. You are all too eager to accept her invitation; your tongues entwine. With one hand, she unfastens her hot pants and skillfully lets them slide down her legs to the floor. With her other hand, she touches your erection, eliciting a moan from you. Priss: Mr. P, you’re driving me crazy. I have a different task in mind for that talented tongue of yours. She leans back again and guides you toward her center. Her beautiful pink pussy glistens with wetness; your tongue finds her clit and teases it. Her hands run through your hair, pulling you closer to her core as she moans in ecstasy. Priss: Please... lick my deepest depths... She gasps the words out, breathing heavily. You lift her leg, and she holds it steady as you bury your tongue deep inside her. She tastes so sweet—you have never tasted anything like it. Her body convulses violently as she climaxes. Her leg lowers; she unclasps her bustier and lets it fall to the floor. Her lips are mere inches from your ear as she frees your erection and whispers: Priss: Fuck me, Mr. P! You swallow hard, and the pressure she exerts on your erection intensifies. She guides it into position; you can feel her wetness against your glans. You thrust inside her, stretching her slowly before picking up the pace. The air is filled with your moans as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over you both. As you switch positions, she kneels down and takes your erection deep into her throat—driving you wild with desire. Your breath catches repeatedly as you surrender to the pleasure. She climaxes multiple times in quick succession; the exhaustion is visible in her body. You, too, are on the verge of coming. She feels the pulsing deep within her pussy. Priss: Wait... let... me... take it all out of you... You pull out of her; her legs give way, and she sinks to her knees. Her tongue licks her juices from your erection, then takes you deep inside her throat once again. She sucks you with powerful strokes, driving you toward to orgasm. You tilt your head back as your hot cum shoots down her throat. She pulls it out, and you spray the remaining semen all over her wonderful face. Breathing heavily, she smiles at you. Priss: Thank you Mr. P. Parda: I should be the one thanking you.'
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A evening at the hot legs

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lorddragonthief
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Dark Magician Girl's Show

ankokuchan
AI art 'The Queen of Lust' with user description 'Gildenstein: Ladies and gentlemen, good evening, and welcome to the Hot Legs highlight of tonight! The Queen of Lust herself—Annie—honors us with her presence. Her playmate for this evening is none other than our very own Priss! Grab your drinks, sit back, and enjoy the show! You have all come @bad77 @parda @warmicestudios @terror2 @peterco @blackhairedstudent @barry915 @reptorn to see us. Center stage, she lies naked upon our playground, waiting for me. Lust is written all over her face; her wild eyes beg me to share my desire with her. Her lips wait longingly for mine. Her breathing comes in heavy gasps of joyful anticipation, awaiting the touch of my skin. I savor this sight for just a moment longer—this woman who pleads with me to make her mine. Her tender, soft breasts with those perfect nipples, that sweet navel, those endlessly long legs, and her already dripping-wet pink pussy. I claim it all. Gildenstein promised the boys a show, and a show is exactly what they’re going to get. I approach her, stopping just inches away, then lift my foot and offer her my toes. A collective moan ripples through the audience as she teases them with her tongue. So soft, so wet—and my hand is already on my own pearl. I walk around her and kneel down between her spread legs. With a smile, I accept the Venus she offers me and bury my tongue deep inside her. Her moans make the audience sit up and take notice—so intense, truly an unforgettable moment. I see men stroking their cocks and women sliding their hands beneath their clothes. The ecstasy is palpable, and *I* savor every single moment of it. Her sweet nectar of love moistens my lips; I lick it up, not wasting a single drop. I pull her between my legs until our wet pussies touch and rub against each other. Moaning, I massage both our clits until we come. Dazed, she sits up. Priss: Please, I want to taste your sweet juices on my tongue. How could I say no to that? I spread my legs wide, offering her a sight that makes people pause, all while I continue to massage my clit. She buries her face between my legs, her tongue pleasuring my core. I’m addicted to her; I want more of her nectar. So I lift her head—confusion in her gaze, holding the unspoken question: did she do something wrong? Smiling, I shake my head and position her beneath me so that we can lick each other. Our next orgasm isn't long in coming. Trembling, we lie draped over one another. It seems that a few people in the audience have come as well; one of the women has taken her partner's cock deep down her throat, and cum is trickling from the corners of her mouth—a sight that makes me jealous. Priss draws my attention back to herself; she’s holding a dildo in her hand. Priss: Ple...ase... Annie: Please... what, my love? Priss: Please... fuck... me... She is so sweet; our tongues find one another as I insert the dildo for her, just as she asked. She comes instantly—what a sweet, naughty girl. I grab another dildo from the play area and hand it to her; why should she be the only one having fun? The dildos slide in and out of our greedy pussies, but they bring me no true satisfaction; my holes are craving something real. Annie: Boys! We need your help up here! They don't need to be told twice; they strip off their clothes as they step onto the stage. Gildenstein stands unimpressed behind the bar, but I swear I saw a smirk flit across his features. Our bodies are devoured by them—hard, throbbing cocks everywhere. They fill every orifice: mouth, pussy, asshole—God, the ecstasy! There is nothing better than a hard cock taking me like an animal. Priss seems to feel the exact same way; she comes again and again. My head, too, is spinning after countless orgasms. The air is thick with sex, sweat, and our moans—the moans of two sluts being fucked into oblivion. Dazed by the ceaseless waves of pleasure, we lie on the play area while the boys drench us in their hot cum. They paint a white masterpiece upon our skin. Breathing heavily, I kiss Priss, and she returns the kiss. Weariness settles over the guests and over us as well, yet I cannot hide how much I enjoyed this. Priss, too, smiles at me, trembling all over. In halting breaths, she forces the words through her lips: Priss: "You... truly... are... the Queen of Lust."'
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The Queen of Lust

gildenstein
AI art 'Mega Tokyo 2032 AD The videogame' with user description 'The full game is considered lost media, I've downloaded these screenshots from a site of the other side. Stay tuned for more videogame reviews.'
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Mega Tokyo 2032 AD The videogame

parda
AI art "Porn of Legends A to Z - Seraphine"
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Porn of Legends A to Z - Seraphine

ashorio
AI art 'Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 1.1: The Body from Pier 17 Part 2' with user description 'Case File 1.1: The Body from Pier 17 Part 2 Classified: For Official Use Only Leon and Daley are on their way back to their car when: Daley: Something’s not right here. Leon: What do you mean? Daley: You saw the look on her face, didn't you? She’s hiding something that look in her eyes. Leon: Oh, come on, you’re overthinking it. She was nervous we were, too, on our first day. Now come on, the Boomer isn't going to clear all these cases by himself. Daley: Yeah... maybe you're right. Meanwhile... The darkness of the room is intensified by the absence of windows. A man enters; holographic monitors provide only a faint glow. He takes a seat in a chair facing a large screen, just as a deep voice resonates from the speakers. ???: Brian, what on earth was that idiot thinking, mentioning the OMS in front of her? Brian: Don't worry about it; I've already tied up that loose end. He’s among the casualties from Aqua City. ???: I expect never to hear another word about this. Do we understand each other? Brian: Of course. Progress on Project Red is coming along nicely; the initial test runs are promising. ???: Good. When can we test its full potential? Brian: Soon. I’ve already had the essential engineers and the materials for the prototype transferred to a different facility. ???: No loose ends, Brian! Brian: Understood. The monitor goes dark, leaving only silence in its wake. "Old fool... it won't be long now before I finally get you off my back." Back at the crime scene... Okay... deep breaths, Hana. He can't hurt you anymore. I steel my nerves and begin examining the body. Outwardly, I can’t detect any signs of violence, his mouth and trachea appear to be filled with water. That would point to drowning... Hmm... for someone who hadn't encountered him before someone who didn't know what he was... that would be a plausible conclusion. Wait... what is that on his neck? I tilt his head until I spot a small puncture mark, it appears to be situated directly over the artery and it's, at most, a few hours old. Perhaps just prior to the incident? I make a note of my discovery and decide to inform the medical examiner, perhaps he can confirm this. I look around for surveillance cameras how convenient, not a single one in sight. I doubt he was actually working here when the incident occurred, I suspect, rather, that he was simply dumped here. Be that as it may, don't expect any sympathy from me. I cordon off the crime scene and notify HQ that the body is ready for pickup; with one last glance back, I return to my car. Captain Tanaka send me message a short while later, and he shares my assessment—at least the official one. I’ll have to inform the Chief about this, though not today, my shift ended two hours ago. I stow my gear, get in, and drive off. I need to speak with Akiko, so I give her a call. Akiko: Hana, dear it’s good to hear from you. Hana: Hey Akiko, can we meet up this evening? Akiko: Sure, I’m off duty today. Did something happen? You... don't sound quite right. Hana: Let’s discuss it later not over the comms. Akiko: Sure thing. Should I bring some food, or shall we cook something together? Hana: Cooking sounds great. How about curry? Akiko: Okay, I’ll bring the ingredients. See you later, then. Hana: See you later. Akiko and I have become very close friends; if it weren't for her, I’d surely still be stuck in the hospital. The drive to the AD Police Tower passes without interruption. I head straight to the locker room and change out of my uniform. Now home quickly, i really need a shower... this time, I make sure to look out the door first, just to ensure I don't bump into anyone again. You reached the end of this file. Don't forget to close it if you are finished.'
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Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 1.1: The Body from Pier 17 Part 2

gildenstein
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Female POV, Pt. 2

peterco
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Lacus 5

lustknight13
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nsfwaiart420
AI art 'Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 1: The Body from Pier 17 Part 1' with user description 'Case File 1: The Body from Pier 17 Part 1 Classified: For Official Use Only The Chief and Officer Romanova have already held me up enough. After a few minutes, I reach the Homicide Division office. As I step through the door, the room is illuminated by holographic monitors. There's a flurry of activity, and in the middle of it all stands a man. That must be Captain Tanaka. Despite everything, he notices me as I approach. Captain Tanaka: Detective Amano! I don't know how punctuality was in your old unit. Here, you're expected to be present at the start of your shift. Is that clear? Well, great, I've ruined my first impression. I stand at attention and salute. Hana: Yes, sir, it won't happen again! Captain Tanaka: Good! You don't need to salute; we're not a military unit. I know the Chief summoned you this morning, and I don't have time to reprimand you. So, what do you know about last night's Aqua City incident? Hana: Aqua City is the port of Tinsel City. From what I've heard in the media, half of it was destroyed by a malfunctioning USSD laser satellite. Captain Tanaka: Well informed. I see why the Chief thinks so highly of you. There are more victims than officers. I'm afraid I'll have to assign you a case on your own. Pier 17, male victim, he appears to have drowned. Find out if there were any outside influences. Take a vehicle from the underground parking garage and head out. Understood? Hana: Yes, sir. He nods at me and turns his attention to one of the holograms. As I leave the room, I hear him call out, "Take care, Detective." The door closes, and I set off. The traffic is hell, and it takes longer than I expected. I finally arrive, and when I see the extent of the damage, I'm relieved. The satellite could easily have wiped out the entire city. Pier 17, right? I'd better ask one of the officers here for directions. After questioning someone about the way, I have a rough idea of ​​where to find him. I grab my gear and head out. When I arrive at Pier 17, I see two plainclothes officers, one muscular and the other more athletic. I decide to ask them about the body. Hana: Um, excuse me, gentlemen, can you help me? I'm looking for the body from Pier 17. ???: Gentlemen? Did you hear that, Daley? Now that's good manners. Daley: How lucky she doesn't know you that well, Leon. This is Detective McNichol, and I'm Detective Wong. We're with the Anti-Boomer Unit. Feel free to call us by our first names. Hana: Okay, my name is Hana, Homicide Division. Anti-Boomer Unit. I thought this was a USSD accident? Leon: We're just helping out because we're short-staffed… They seem to have noticed my arms, or at least they're staring at them. I decide to break the silence. Hana: That's a long story, but I have to find a body. Daley: Ah, it's over there. According to his ID, his name was Jonathan Drake. I head in the direction Daley points and see it right away. It's lying on the ground, wearing an orange jumpsuit, its head tilted to the right. I turn my head to get a better look at its face. Then a flashback hits me. I go pale, my eyes widen, and my mouth moves silently. Even if I wanted to... I couldn't forget that face… The man... who... shattered my arms... lies dead at my feet. A hand grabs my shoulder and pulls me back to the present. Daley: Hana? Hana, can you hear me? Are you okay? Hana: Ah, I'm okay now. I wasn't prepared for this sight; it's my first day. No, I'm not okay… I'm lying to them, I hope they didn't notice too much. Leon: I understand. Do you need anything? Hana: Give me a few minutes. Leon com calls, and I'm glad that someone's attention isn't on me anymore. It looks urgent. Leon: Daley, we have to go. A Boomer has shown up. Hana, can you handle this? Hana: Sure, I'm a big girl now. Leon: Okay, let's go, Daley. Daley: Take care, Hana. Then they both sprint off, and I can finally collect my thoughts. You reached the end of this file. Don't forget to close it if you are finished.'
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Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 1: The Body from Pier 17 Part 1

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