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AI art '“Don’t stop believing"' with user description 'Please play the song as you see the images. "Just a small cat girl, Livin' in a lonely world, She took the midnight train going to Catalonia. Just a city boy His real name is Peter Co, He took the midnight train going anywhere…" A singer in a smokey room A smell of wine and cheap perfume For a smile they can share the night It goes on and on and on and on…" ———————————————————— (inspiré par Monsieur Zuzul’s Idée originale)'
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“Don’t stop believing"

warmicestudios
AI art "Ankha's urges"
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Ankha's urges

terror2
AI art '.'
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jlixard
AI art "“TOUCH ME”"
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“TOUCH ME”

warmicestudios
AI art "Ankha as inspired by YOU!"
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Ankha as inspired by YOU!

terror2
AI art 'Pillow Princesses 8 (Anime Hotties)'
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Pillow Princesses 8 (Anime Hotties)

usagi77
AI art 'Goddess series: Idun Keeper of the Apples of Youth'
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Goddess series: Idun Keeper of the Apples of Youth

norsedemonlord
AI art "Ideas for a new character?"
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Ideas for a new character?

wesley33
AI art "Ideas for a new character?"
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Ideas for a new character?

wesley33
AI art 'Monaca ❤️' with user description 'The silence of the void was absolute, broken only by the rhythmic, mechanical hiss of Monaca’s life support as her escape pod drifted toward a hulking, rusted silhouette. It was an abandoned freighter, a relic of a forgotten war. Low on oxygen and with her hydration packs bone-dry, Monaca docked with a desperate prayer to the stars, her hands shaking as she forced the airlock cycles. Inside, the air was stale, smelling of ozone and ancient dust. In the mess hall, she found them: six men, their skin sallow from years of isolation. They were the stranded remnants of a dying crew. "Food... water..." Monaca rasped, her throat feeling like it was lined with broken glass. The men looked at her with a terrifying hunger. The leader stepped forward. "We have supplies, girl. But we haven't seen a woman since the stars stopped being familiar. If you want to eat, you’re going to have to give us something we’ve forgotten the touch of." Monaca froze. She was hesitant, the "Ultimate Mage" within her recoiling. But looking at the empty abyss outside, she realized this was likely the last time she would ever see human men. **She thought to herself that if she was destined to die in the cold reaches of space, this might be her only chance to ever truly know what sex felt like—to experience the primal heat she had only ever observed from a distance.** "Fine," she whispered. "But you’re filthy. You’ll use the ship’s water to shower and remove every scrap of hair from your bodies. I want to feel the warmth of humans, not the grit of a graveyard." The men obeyed with frantic energy. An hour later, they returned to the central bay, smooth and shivering. Monaca was waiting, her small frame looking fragile against the cold machinery. As she lay back on a metal medical table, the leader knelt between her legs. He stared in genuine, tearful awe. "My god," he breathed. "Your pussy... it’s the most beautiful thing in the galaxy. It’s the only part of this ship that’s alive." The worship quickly turned into a frantic, dual assault. Before Monaca could prepare, two men moved in tandem. She let out a choked gasp as she felt the simultaneous stretch of two dicks forcing their way into her pussy at the same time. The combined girth was staggering, filling her anatomy to its absolute, agonizing limit. They began a synchronized, rhythmic hammering driven by primal need. The sensation of being doubled, her internal walls crushed by their collective weight, sent shockwaves through her. It was a brutal reclamation of life. The other four men crowded around her, their smooth bodies forming a wall of heat. They used her mouth and hands, ensuring every inch of the "Ultimate Mage" was occupied. "Just let us feel you," one begged, his hairless chest slick with sweat. "Let us remember what it’s like to not be alone." Monaca closed her eyes, the cold metal beneath her and the heat above merging into one reality. She was a flickering candle in a hurricane of male need. As they filled her to the point of overflowing, her pussy distended and aching under the dual-caliber assault, she realized the price of survival was the total surrender of her body to the void's final, starving inhabitants. **However, as the nights bled into weeks, the despair that had driven Monaca to the ship began to transform. She realized that returning to the lonely world she knew held no appeal compared to the absolute, worshipful attention she received here. She made a choice: she would stay. She would become the living heart of this derelict vessel.** **Over time, a strict and carnal routine was established to keep the peace among the crew. A schedule was drafted to ensure Monaca was never lonely and the men were never starved of her touch. From Monday to Saturday, each individual member of the crew was assigned one full day to have her entirely to himself. They would spend twenty-four hours exploring every inch of her body, treating her like their personal queen and toy, worshiping her skin and petite frame in a rotating cycle of intimate devotion.** **But the real highlight of their survival was Sunday. On the seventh day, the "Day of the Goddess," the schedule was discarded. All six men would gather in the central bay to feast upon her together. It was a day of absolute sensory overload, a grand gangbang where Monaca was kept in a state of constant, rhythmic occupation. They would fill every orifice, drench her in their collective release, and celebrate the fact that they were still alive in the dark. Monaca flourished in this role, her body becoming accustomed to the constant use and the heavy-caliber attention of her six hairless lovers. The "Ultimate Mage" had found a new throne, one made of flesh and heat, deep within the silent stars.**'
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Monaca ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Temporary Angel'
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Temporary Angel

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AI art "Ho my deer !"
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Ho my deer !

zuzul
AI art "After the session"
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After the session

steven1599
AI art "shy"
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shy

jlixard
AI art 'My 3 days off.' with user description 'A soft piano playing in the background. A lonely woman expressing herself in the intimacy of her apartment. Behind a locked door she writes in her journal: ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ Monday, April 5th, 2049 “Guys at the station asked me what I did during the last 3 days. I couldn’t tell them the truth. I just told them <I read and watched television> But in reality I couldn’t stop thinking about it and… touching myself. I came in the past 3 days what I haven’t cum in the last 3 years! I guess all the frustration of so many years with no sex finally came out” “Some of those things happened in real life, some happened only in my dreams. But regardless, I would wake up tired with my sheets extremely wet” -P.J.- ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️'
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My 3 days off.

warmicestudios
AI art "Makoto Nijima 2"
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Makoto Nijima 2

midnight-fox95
AI art 'Cuban Sunset' with user description 'The sun was sinking. The cocktails were cold. And somehow the world seemed to slow down just enough to be appreciated. No schedules. No deadlines. No destination. Just warm sand beneath bare feet, the scent of rum in the air, and another Caribbean sunset painting the horizon gold. Between the last rays of sunlight and the first stars of the evening, Cuba reveals its greatest secret: Life was never meant to be rushed. It was meant to be lived. One sunset. One cocktail. One unforgettable moment at a time. Some places are visited. Others stay with you forever. ☀️🍹🌴'
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Cuban Sunset

reptorn
AI art "Ouka's Home Invasion Fantasy"
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Ouka's Home Invasion Fantasy

smut317
AI art '📺 What if?' with user description 'This is where the "⭕ The Ring" set started 😏'
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📺 What if?

peterco
AI art 'The Price of Lies: Legend of Dalia' with user description 'It's been one week since Princess Dalia was blessed with the power of the Vicar. As the Pleasure Vicar, any sexual act she performed amplified the sensations a dozen fold. She was a near holy figure in court, much to the dismay of the other court ladies who saw thier influence wane with her arrival. Once such woman was Lady Heather, lady-in-waiting to Queen Consort Margaret. Heather met Dalia and thought she could spread rumors about her. She dismissed her gift as simple parlor magic - a low born woman from the Casi tribe could never be a Vicar. But Heather made the mistake of telling the wrong maiden and word got to the High Chancellor Sarah who sent the guards after her. She was collected by the Royal Guards who disguised thier punishment under the ruse of a simple gathering of high ladies. Then, without warning, the strongest snatched Heather by the face. "Lies in the court, Lady Heather? You know what happens to liars." He growled. Before she could respond, she was dragged to the dungeon. There was no bindings - none were needed. In this kingdom, the rules were understood and the were absolute. Heather paid the price as fifteen knights took turns on her. Over the next four hours, she was a plaything, holes filled as knights pumped cum into her over and over. After they were done, the knight captain simply stood over her. "Go clean yourself up. The Queen Consort needs attention." He said and departed with his knights. ************************ While Heather was being punished below, Princess Dalia was paying her tribute to the King in the throne room. King Korliss wanted to know first hand the full power of the Pleasure Vicar. Dalia rode his lordy shaft on the throne. He was massive, much bigger than the small dicks she was used to at the tavern. Her powers activated, sending the king into orgasm after orgasm - his mighty cock went flaccid, a feat no one had seen before. "By the Goddess, you are amazing, Dalia," Korliss said, spent. "The prophecy is true. The Vicars do have the power to fix this kingdom." "Prophecy?" Dalia asked. "Yes. Seek out High Priestess Lily. She can explain more." The King ordered. Dalia left the throne room, dripping and satisfied. Her quest had begun.'
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The Price of Lies: Legend of Dalia

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