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Sakura femdom

test321
AI art '1000 Followers Special' with user description 'Thanks guys ❤️ here is one of favourites (and best work) so far. I would apreciate if you like and comment what was you favourite photo.. it cost at least 250 credits to make 😞 (because of the feet one) Well, enjoy have a nice fap The art room was bathed in the warm, orange glow of the late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the easels and scattered sketches. Naoto, or "Senpai" as he was perpetually known, had stepped out to clear some space in the storage closet, leaving Nagatoro and the visiting Marin Kitagawa alone. Marin had stopped by to consult on a potential cosplay project, but the conversation had quickly shifted as Nagatoro observed the way the blonde girl’s eyes lingered on Senpai’s back whenever he moved. "You’re totally staring, Kitagawa-san," Nagatoro teased, her signature mischievous grin stretching across her face as she leaned against a desk. Marin jumped, her face turning a shade of pink that rivaled the sunset. "W-What? No, I was just looking at the... the perspective in his drawing! It’s really impressive!" Nagatoro let out a sharp, feline cackle. "Liar! You’ve been thirsty for my gross Senpai since you walked in. It’s written all over your face." She walked closer, her eyes narrowing with a playful, predatory glint. "But I don't blame you. He’s surprisingly... capable, once you get past all the stammering." Marin fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, her heart racing. "Is it that obvious? He’s just so dedicated to his craft, and he’s actually really kind. I didn't think you’d be so open about it, Nagatoro-san." "Well, I’m the only one allowed to bully him," Nagatoro said, her tone shifting slightly. She stepped into Marin’s personal space, lowering her voice. "But honestly? He’s been working so hard lately. I think he needs a real reward. Something that’ll blow that shy little mind of his. And I’ve been thinking... I wouldn't mind sharing the fun if it’s with someone who actually appreciates him." Marin’s eyes widened, her breath catching. "Sharing? You mean... a threesome? With Senpai?" "Why not?" Nagatoro shrugged, though her blush was starting to match Marin’s. "Think about it. Two girls like us, giving him the best experience of his life. He’d probably faint from the shock, but once he gets going, he’s a lot more intense than he looks. Don't tell me you haven't imagined it." Marin’s mind raced. She thought about Naoto’s steady hands, his quiet intensity, and the way he looked when he was focused. The idea of being with him, guided by Nagatoro’s fearless energy, sent a jolt of heat through her. "I... I have. But I didn't want to overstep. He’s your Senpai." "He is," Nagatoro whispered, leaning in to Marin’s ear. "Which is why I’m inviting you. It’ll be a masterpiece, Kitagawa. Much better than any cosplay photo. We can show him exactly how much we like him. Together." The door creaked open, and Naoto walked back in, wiping dust from his hands. "Okay, I cleared out the—" He stopped mid-sentence, sensing the heavy, electric atmosphere in the room. Both girls were staring at him, their faces flushed and their eyes bright with a shared, secret intent. "Senpai~" Nagatoro chirped, walking over and grabbing his arm. "Kitagawa-san and I were just discussing a new art project. A live study. And we decided we need you as the center of it." Before Naoto could protest, Marin stepped forward, her initial hesitation replaced by a bold, nervous excitement. "She’s right, Senpai. I really want to... participate. If that’s okay with you?" The confusion on Naoto’s face didn't last long as the girls began to lead him toward the large lounge chair in the corner of the room. The transition from teasing to reality was seamless. Nagatoro took the lead, her hands moving with a possessive confidence, while Marin followed, her touch gentle but eager. The art room became a sanctuary of shared heat. They shared Senpai’s cock with a frantic, coordinated hunger, Nagatoro’s experienced playfulness perfectly complementing Marin’s genuine, overflowing passion. Naoto was overwhelmed, his senses pushed to their absolute limit as he was worshipped by both girls. The evening turned into a blur of tangled limbs and whispered praise, a masterpiece of intimacy that left all three of them breathless and utterly satisfied in the fading light.'
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1000 Followers Special

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Power Shower'
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Power Shower

murcie
AI art "Summer Babes - Team Celest"
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Summer Babes - Team Celest

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AI art '😻 Procrastination, Friday' with user description 'When you're in the office and you should be working (or at least pretending to be), but all you can think about is catgirls, boobs, pussies, summer and the beach 🏖️'
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😻 Procrastination, Friday

peterco
AI art 'The Bell Can't Save You Now. 🕰️🖤' with user description 'The final bell rang hours ago. The hallways are ghosts, the janitor’s keys are jingling three floors down, and the smell of floor wax and old books is the only thing left in the air. Or so the school thinks. ​Nana-cha was never one for following the syllabus, and tonight, she’s teaching a very different kind of subject. Locked in the back of the lecture hall, the distance between 'classmates' and 'something more' has completely evaporated. ​They’ve sat two seats apart all semester, exchanging nothing but notes and the occasional lingering glance during the afternoon slump. But now, the pretense is gone. Every muffled breath is a gamble against the silence; every creak of a desk feels like a siren. She’s turned the most boring room in the building into a high-voltage sanctuary. Nana-cha: (Whispering close to his ear) "Listen... do you hear that? The janitor’s keys, at the far end of the hall." ​Classmate: "We should go, Nana. If we get caught here..." ​Nana-cha: (With a playful, defiant smirk) "That’s exactly what makes it fun, isn't it? Just stay still. If you keep quiet, I promise this will be the most important lesson you learn all semester... And trust me... it’s not on the exam.""'
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The Bell Can't Save You Now. 🕰️🖤

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AI art 'Posing on Beach' with user description 'Bigboi69 asked for a nagatoro solo on a beach.'
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Posing on Beach

blackhairedstudent
AI art "2000!"
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2000!

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AI art "Earth breeding"
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Earth breeding

zuzul
AI art 'Marin ❤️'
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Marin ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Lingerie Love: Pink"
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Lingerie Love: Pink

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AI art 'Reze' with user description 'That ass 💀'
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Reze

murcie
AI art 'Juicy'
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Juicy

onepiecer
AI art 'Vesper the Cosplayer' with user description 'Inspired in Octavian's post, it's now turn for Vesper! She tried several cosplays, maybe she share those later, but this one was the best for her! Enjoy Vesper as Spider-Gwen'
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Vesper the Cosplayer

cef_ultra
AI art 'Chika Dark Fantasy' with user description 'The air in chika's pink room was still, save for the rhythmic turning of pages. Chika Fujiwara sat huddled over a tattered, leather-bound volume she’d found in the deep recesses of the academy library, It was a dark, grim fantasy—a world of mud, iron, and a fallen princess sold into the service of the common folk. To Chika, whose life was defined by bright lights and tabletop games, the sheer, gritty weight of the narrative was intoxicating. She clutched the book to her chest, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "If only..." she whispered, the thought fluttering away before she could catch it. Suddenly, the ink on the pages began to bleed. The shadows in the corners of the room stretched like ink in water, swirling into a localized distortion that swallowed the light. Chika gasped, her pink hair whipping around her face as the floor beneath her vanished. With a heavy thud, she landed on damp, cold earth. The smell hit her first: woodsmoke, unwashed bodies, and wet hay. She wasn't in Shuchiin anymore. "Hey, lookee dat," a raspy voice croaked. Chika looked up, trembling. Standing over her were three men, their clothes little more than stained rags, their skin caked in layers of soot and grime. They looked down at her with yellowed eyes. "She be right purty," the first one said, his English mangled and thick. "She look like dem high-borns. We sell 'er to noble for silver, eh?" The second man, shorter and missing several teeth, shook his head. "No, check 'er first. If she be clean, she worth more. Kings pay gold—hunnid gold coins—for a maiden." "No way she be," the third grumbled. "But we look. Girl! Open up. We see if you be worth de gold." Chika’s heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. She was terrified, the reality of the situation far colder than the words on the page, yet a strange, frantic energy raced through her. With shaking hands, she did as she was told, her eyes watering as the angry one pushed her aside to check for himself. "She is!" he roared, a jagged grin breaking across his face. "She be a gold mine!" They began to cheer, a cacophony of rough laughter. But the practical one soon silenced them. "How we get to Capital? We got no copper. Not a single coin for de road. It be six moon walk." Chika, still trembling on the ground, looked up with a strange, feverish light in her eyes. The fear was there, but so was a desperate desire to fit into the dark narrative she had craved. "Wait..." she whispered, her voice cracking. "Do... do kings care about the back way? If I stay a maiden for the king, can't you sell my behind to the commoners? You could make the silver for the journey that way." The men froze, looking at each other in stunned silence before the small one burst into a cackle. "Smart girl! She got de spirit! Kings don't care 'bout de back way, right? We sell dat to de locals. Make de coin for de bread and de boots. She still be maiden for de King at de end." "Great idea," the angry one nodded, looking at her with newfound greed. "But we need steel. A man strong and mean so no one steal de gold or break de prize." They dragged Chika to the edge of the village, to a hut that smelled of cold iron. There sat a man built like a mountain, scarred and silent. The three men negotiated fervently. The big man didn't want their non-existent coins. He looked at Chika, his gaze heavy and formidable. He agreed to protect the "merchandise" on one condition: he would have his turn with her behind every night of the journey. The trio agreed instantly; it was a small price to pay for such a lethal shadow. And so, the long trek began. From village to town, the word spread. In the daylight, Chika was a commodity. Guards, minor nobles, and even laborers who had scraped together their last silver coins lined up. Chika lived in a blur of gray skies and rough hands, the mountain of a man always standing just a few feet away, his hand on his sword hilt. When one traveler grew too greedy and tried to claim more than he had paid for, the guard’s blade was out in a flash. The traveler’s screams echoed through the trees, a permanent warning to all others. By night, the firelight cast long shadows as the four men took what they considered their due. Six months passed in this grueling rhythm. The girl who had played games in a clean, brightly lit room was gone, replaced by someone who lived for the dirt and the chaotic, crushing reality of the road. To her own shock, the fear had long since melted into a perverse sort of devotion to her new life. As the spires of the Capital finally appeared on the horizon, Chika looked back at the muddy trail behind them. For the "Love Detective," these weren't just the darkest days of her life—they were the most vivid she had ever known.'
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Chika Dark Fantasy

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Cherry Bomb is into BDSM?' with user description 'Oh my dear Cherry, you're so sassy and kinky! You have that pretty face but that crazy mind.'
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Cherry Bomb is into BDSM?

cef_ultra
AI art "Dawn is Horny"
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Dawn is Horny

onlyyouprod
AI art "Join the CAThedral"
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Join the CAThedral

zuzul
AI art 'House of the fallen - chapter 1' with user description 'Sister Selina sat at the chapel praying when the skies turned red and she heard a demonic voice. "YOU PRAY TO NO ONE. IN THIS HOUSE, YOU PRAY TO ME." Her mind was invaded she fought as best she could. "What are you?" "I AM LUST AND I WILL SHOW YOU." The demon took over her mind and body. She could do nothing but give in. And give in she did as it took her body. When he was finished she stopped it. "More....I need more." Selena said. "One down...now on to the other sisters."'
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House of the fallen - chapter 1

octavian
AI art 'My Cover Girl lineup' with user description 'Here's my current lineup of OCs. I'm thinking of making a permanent Native American or Asian woman to the roster. Let me know if you have any suggestions on a new lady: 1. Jennifer, the cheerful one 2. Celest, the strong one 3. Selina, the stylish one 4. Captain Nemesis, the psycho one 5. Haley, the country girl 6. Janice, the city girl 7. Elizabeth, the shy one 8. Suka, the soulless one 9. Cyndel, the (audience-named) Queen of the Waifus!'
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My Cover Girl lineup

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