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squatting cowgirl position

squatting cowgirl position

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1girlblushbreastshetero1boyuncensoredpenislong hairsolo focusindoorslarge breastsnudenipplessweatsexpussylooking at viewercompletely nudeblack hairvaginalnavelsmileopen mouthasserectionpovcollarboneshort hairgirl on topthighs
AI art "Sakura femdom"
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Sakura femdom

test321
AI art '1k Followers ❤️' 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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1k Followers ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Emma witch Training' with user description 'The roads after the civil war felt heavier somehow, scarred by battles that still echoed in my memories. I am Emma Millstein, and though peace had returned to Erebonia, my magical abilities remained unsettled—threads of arcana slipping from my grasp like frayed silk. Celine had insisted on this journey to seek ancient ley lines, but I pressed on with quiet determination. My purple hut stood grounded in a quiet clearing as I reached the misty crossroads lined with ancient oaks. There sat Celine, my feline familiar, perched elegantly on a weathered stone, tail flicking with her usual impatience. Her golden eyes narrowed as I approached. "Celine," I said softly, adjusting my witch's hat with a gloved hand. My voice carried the polite restraint of my noble upbringing. "My powers have not recovered as I hoped since the war's end. The spells feel diminished. The elements respond with delay. Do you know of any method to strengthen them? Anything at all that might help?" Celine licked her paw once, then fixed me with that sharp gaze. "Meow, Emma, you're always so serious. There is one hidden way, but I'm not sure if it actually works. It's old folklore. Rose does it almost every week down in the settlements. Claims it replenishes her life energy." My cheeks warmed slightly, but I kept my composure. "What is this method, Celine? If it's possible, I wish to try it. I've come too far to dismiss any path to restoration. Tell me plainly." The cat stretched lazily. "It's life energy absorption, through intimate means. You have to draw it from men—the more, the better. Make them cum inside you, on your body, or in your mouth. Their vital essence transfers that way, supposedly flooding a witch's core with raw power. I've caught Rose doing it with the male villagers more than once. She'd take them all, letting them use her until she glowed. But Emma... it's not elegant sorcery. It's messy. Primal." I stood there a long moment, refined sensibilities clashing with necessity. The idea was crude, far beneath the dignified arts of the Millstein line, yet the war had taught uncomfortable sacrifices. My heart raced with hesitation, a flush creeping up my neck, but my voice remained steady. "If Rose can manage it weekly and maintain her strength, then... it does not hurt to try. For the sake of my magic, and to better protect what remains dear. I will endure it." Celine's tail swished. "Your choice, witch." Word spread quickly through the nearby small village via a subtle illusion spell. By evening, they arrived—more than forty men, farmers and laborers, drawn by curiosity. I welcomed them into my grounded purple hut, lit by soft magical orbs. Standing tall in my dark dress, I spoke with quiet resolve. "I seek only to restore my strength. Give what you will, and I shall receive." They were not gentle. Hands pulled at my clothing, stripping me bare and tossing me onto the bed like discarded cloth. I gasped as the first burly man claimed my mouth, his thick length pushing past my lips while I struggled to maintain composure. Another spread my legs, entering me without preamble, the stretch burning. Pain bloomed, but I focused inward, seeking any trace of life energy. They used me relentlessly, passing me like a shared toy. Flipped onto hands and knees, one pounded my pussy while another forced into my ass, the dual invasion bringing tears. Cum splattered my breasts and face as others stroked over me. I swallowed what I could, salty and overwhelming, while more flooded inside, leaking from every hole. They tossed me around the hut—lifted and impaled, bent over the table, held between two thrusting in rhythm. Slaps echoed, grunts filled the air. Over forty men rotated through the night, using every way imaginable: double penetration, hands and mouth filled, seed coating my hair, thighs, pooling beneath me. By dawn, I lay wasted on my bed, legs splayed, my refined form gaped and trembling. Cum poured from my stretched pussy and ass in thick streams. My skin glistened with layers of it, body aching with raw pain. Nausea twisted my stomach from the excess. Celine padded in, leaping onto the bed's edge. She surveyed the scene, nose wrinkling. "Celine," I rasped, voice hoarse yet polite, barely lifting my head. "I don't feel anything new. Only pain and nausea. It burns everywhere. No new strength, no clearer arcana. Just this emptiness." The cat tilted her head, amusement in her tone. "Well, Emma dear, maybe Rose is just a little whore who enjoys getting fucked senseless every week. Some ancient ways are just excuses for that. You might need a different spark." I closed my eyes, lying there full and broken, the war's scars no lighter. My quest continued, but this path brought only weariness.'
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Emma witch Training

blackhairedstudent
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 "1000! Perrin is Horny to Celebrate~"
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1000! Perrin is Horny to Celebrate~

onlyyouprod
AI art "Anima test : High ground 2"
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Anima test : High ground 2

zuzul
AI art 'Asuka Hotel Fuck'
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Asuka Hotel Fuck

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Nagatoro Hotel'
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Nagatoro Hotel

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Morning exercice"
3

Morning exercice

zuzul
AI art 'D.Va & Tracer' with user description '@warmicestudios ur panoramic image format inspired me haha. What do you all think?🙌 @parda @barry915 @cef_ultra @peterco @zuzul'
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D.Va & Tracer

evoralan
AI art 'CHAPTER 1: “This is my town”' with user description 'A sad trumpet playing in the background. A slow piano joins in. A silky-velvet female voice: "This is my city: HornyTown. The place I was born and the place I intend to lay off my bones when this beautiful sack of skin has had enough. This is a place where you are free to be yourself. No one judging, no one complaining. A place where a man can come up to you and offer to stick his salami in your bun. No offense intended, either you take his load or he takes a hike. Nothing personal. A place where work and play blend together. One cannot be so sure if you are getting paid for work or for fun. Here your office job includes giving blow jobs or maybe giving blow jobs IS your day job, you pick your poison. Here, working extra hours doesn’t necessarily mean you get paid more, you just get more pleasure. That’s all. No one cares, no one complains. Whether you are a boy or a girl, you don’t get paid extra for giving out your meat. It is what it is. You can be on top riding a stiff-john one night and under a fat dick taking a spanking the next. And that’s me: Detective Pearl Jennings from the A.S.S. Department. The Anti-Social Spanking Department. We call it A.S.S. for short. We work the streets and we take care of the Johns and Janes that break the law. You obey the rules or you get your spanking. You see, I love my city. HornyTown is a place to live a nice and comfortable life. And I work every day for my people making sure it stays that way. (To be continued)'
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CHAPTER 1: “This is my town”

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

terror2
AI art "Dawn's Winter Retreat"
27

Dawn's Winter Retreat

pokemon_maniac
AI art 'Cave Quickie with a Dragon Cutie' for prompt: '1girl, dragon-girl, scaled skin, red scales, anthro, dragon tail, human face, brown hair, {brown skin), (yellow eyes), big hair, messy hair, portrait, face scales, forehead gem'
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Cave Quickie with a Dragon Cutie

soup
AI art 'Fern ❤️' with user description 'The night air in the Northern Lands was sharp enough to draw blood, a biting chill that usually signaled the presence of something ancient and hungry. Frieren sat by a dying campfire, her eyes fixed on a tattered map, while Fern stood in the long shadows cast by the ruins they had claimed for the night. The silence between them was heavy, broken only by the occasional crackle of wood. "Mistress Frieren," Fern began, her voice steady despite the rapid, frantic pounding of her heart against her ribs. "The demon terrorizing this province is not a simple predator. My investigations confirmed a much more disturbing reality. He doesn't just kill for sustenance; he obsesses. He has a fixation—a fetish—for you. He has been enslaving human girls, styling their hair to match yours, and forcing them into a life of servitude in his sanctum. But he doesn't just want a copy. He wants the Legend." Frieren looked up, her green eyes reflecting the fading embers. "It's a troublesome trap, Fern. A mana-dampening field like the one surrounding his lair makes a direct magical assault suicide. We should wait for him to emerge for his next hunt." "We don't have time. Another girl was taken tonight, and the villagers say his 'consecration' rituals usually end in the victim's death once his obsession fades," Fern countered, stepping fully into the light. "I have studied his patterns. He lets his guard down only during the act of intimacy. He enters a trance of pure, hedonistic focus where his mana suppression falters. This is the only way, Mistress. I look enough like you that in the dim, incense-heavy light of his lair, he won't know the difference. I will go in. I will endure him, and when he is at his most vulnerable—at the very moment of his release—I will execute him with a point-blank Zoltraak." Frieren’s eyes narrowed. "Fern, do you truly understand the gravity of this? He is a monster of the old era." "I am a mage," Fern said, her eyes burning with resolve. "My body is a tool for the peace of this land. Please... let me protect the people." The demon’s sanctum smelled of old parchment, sulfur, and a heavy, cloying musk. Fern, her hair styled with painstaking precision to mimic her mentor’s, was not shackled; the demon preferred his "Frieren" to be a willing participant in his fantasy. He was a towering figure of darkness, but as he approached her, his movements were surprisingly slow, almost reverent. "Frieren..." the demon whispered, his clawed hand gently stroking her hair. "Finally, the Silver Witch of the South is mine to mold." He dropped to his knees before her, his touch almost tender as he pressed against her lips. Fern closed her eyes and opened her mouth, accepting him. She gagged slightly as the sheer, demonic size of him filled her, but the demon was patient, moving with a rhythmic, gentle suction that forced her to accommodate his staggering girth. When he was satisfied, he lifted her onto a stone altar. He moved with a steady, agonizingly slow pressure as he entered her anal passage first. The stretch was immense, a monstrous fullness that made her vision swim, but as he began to move, his pace was hypnotic. He then shifted, guiding his length into her pussy while maintaining a physical connection to her rear with his hands. Soon, he was using both her anal and vaginal paths continuously, a deep, rhythmic movement that filled her entire core with a dark, pulsating heat. The sensation began to change. Against her will, Fern felt her body betraying her mission. The slow, rhythmic friction and the demon's unnatural warmth were too much for her mortal nerves to ignore. She reached her first climax, a silent, shaking peak. The demon hammered into her, but it wasn't a brutal assault—it was a deep, soul-shaking connection. Fern reached a second, even more violent climax as he continued his steady, gentle pace, her body arching off the stone in a spasm of pure pleasure. Finally, the demon’s breathing hitched. His movements became frantic as he reached the peak of his obsession. He let out a guttural moan, his body tensing. At that exact microsecond, the mana-dampening field flickered. Fern didn't hesitate. Her eyes snapped open, glowing with a cold, murderous light. Her hand pointed directly at his throat. "Zoltraak," she whispered. A beam of pure killing magic erupted, vaporizing his head and chest. The weight on her back vanished. Fern lay on the altar for a long time before cleaning herself and walking out to where Frieren was waiting. Frieren wrapped her cloak around Fern’s shoulders, noting the flush on her apprentice’s cheeks. Fern looked down, her voice a soft, honest whisper. "Mistress... that devil was very experienced. He... he made me cum two times." Frieren was silent for a moment, then she simply pulled Fern closer. "Let's find a bathhouse, Fern. You've done enough."'
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Fern ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Asahina Casting"
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Asahina Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Let the force awaken"
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Let the force awaken

sharkkk
AI art "Chel collection"
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Chel collection

owyerd
AI art 'Saber Summoned by a Fan' with user description 'I materialized in a dimly lit room bathed in rich velvet blue tones—curtains, carpet, even the ornate furniture seemed to pulse with an otherworldly softness. My armor felt heavy, my instincts sharp as always. Before me stood a young man, ordinary yet strangely magnetic, his eyes wide with awe rather than battle lust. "Saber... you're really here," he breathed. He called himself my Master, but proclaimed he was simply a fan. My gaze drifted to a shelf where a detailed action figure of me stood—silver armor gleaming, It was surreal, I touched it.. We spoke quietly at first. His voice was warm, respectful. He asked me to call him Casual Prompter, a nickname that made my lips twitch despite the confusion. I found him very attractive—his easy smile, the way his eyes lingered on me with genuine admiration rather than conquest. No war raged here; he explained I had been summoned by mistake, no Grail to claim. Uncertainty gnawed at me. As a Servant, my purpose was tied to a Master. What now? Honor demanded clarity. He offered the three Command Spells to free me, dissolving the contract if I wished. Freedom called to my knightly soul, yet something in his presence held me. I agreed. The first spell burned across his hand. "Strip down. I want to take some pictures." My cheeks flushed hot. *A knight of Camelot, reduced to this? Yet... his gaze is not cruel. It stirs something warm, forbidden.* Timidly, I unfastened my armor, letting it dissolve into golden motes. My pale skin prickled under his stare, breasts exposed, the curve of my hips and toned legs bare. I covered myself instinctively with one arm, posing awkwardly—back straight like a statue, head slightly bowed. The camera clicked softly. *This exposure... it's humiliating, yet his admiration makes my core tighten. Why does his desire feel like a new oath?* He praised my beauty. The second Command Spell activated. "Suck my cock." *Master's order... I must obey.* Shame flooded me as I knelt, my hands trembling while I freed him from his clothes. He was already hard, impressive. I leaned in, lips brushing the tip. *So intimate, so degrading for a king.* Extremely shy, I tried covering my face with my free hand, eyes squeezed shut as I took him into my mouth. My tongue moved hesitantly, sucking gently, cheeks hollowing. Salty warmth filled my senses. I bobbed slowly, gagging softly, my other hand shielding my burning cheeks. *Thoughts of duty war with this heat between my thighs. His groans... they please me more than they should.* He thrust gently, and soon he came, thick spurts filling my mouth. I swallowed reflexively, coughing, still hiding my face in embarrassment. Panting, he used the final Command Spell. "Let me fuck your ass and pussy." *Obedience is my path now.* I nodded, voice barely a whisper. He guided me to the velvet bed. First my pussy—he entered slowly, stretching me. I gasped, body arching shyly, legs trembling as I tried to hide my expressions behind my hands. *It burns... yet feels full, right. His hands on my waist ground me.* We talked in broken breaths. "Are you enjoying this, Saber?" His voice was tender. "An almost inaudible yes..." I murmured, face buried in the sheets. *Lies would dishonor me. The pleasure builds despite my knightly pride. This man, my accidental Master, awakens sensations I buried for centuries.* He took my ass next, slick with care. I whimpered, extremely shy, clenching around him as he moved. Pain mixed with sparks of ecstasy. *My body yields so easily. Is this freedom?* He switched between both, thrusting deeper, our bodies slick. When he finally came—first deep in my pussy, then pulling out to fill my anus—I shuddered through my own quiet climax, mind hazy. The contract dissolved with the last spell. I was free. No binding magic tied me. Yet as he caught his breath, surprise in his eyes, I chose to stay. *A naughty reason burns in my core: this submission, his gentle dominance, satisfies a hidden craving. In all my battles, I never felt so desired, so alive in vulnerability. I want more of this pleasure, this intimate conquest. Staying lets me explore it without war's shadow. Time passed in his velvet blue sanctuary. At first, I remained timid during our encounters—blowjobs with hands half-covering my flushed face, sex where I'd bite my lip to stifle moans. But gradually, I loosened. I'd kneel eagerly now, taking him deeper without hiding, eyes locked on his as I sucked with growing hunger. His pleasure is my new quest. During fucking, I'd whisper encouragements, riding him with knightly vigor, ass and pussy offered openly. Shyness melted into playful naughtiness—posing seductively for his pictures, begging softly for his cum. In his arms, motivations shifted. No Grail, no kingdom. Just this man, Casual Prompter, who saw me as both legend and woman. My thoughts, once rigid with duty, now danced with desire. I stayed because true freedom tasted like his cock, addictive and mine to claim'
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Saber Summoned by a Fan

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