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AI art 'Dumpster' with user description 'She is just taking a rest before next round.'

Dumpster

cef_ultra
AI art "Nagatoro Slut ❤️"
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Nagatoro Slut ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art
10

Senza titolo

gnashing3345
AI art 'Miko Slut ❤️'
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Miko Slut ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Futanari Nurses"
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Futanari Nurses

frozenspokes
AI art 'Angie Casting' with user description 'The humid, sterile air of the public train station bathroom was the first thing to hit my senses, smelling of industrial bleach, old rust, and the sharp, musky scent of unwashed bodies. My head lolled to the side, my silver pigtails messy and sticking to my damp neck. As consciousness trickled back into my brain, I felt a heavy, dull ache—a sensation of being stretched far beyond my limits. *Ah... Atua is so generous today,* I thought, a dazed smile spreading across my face even before my eyes fully opened. I remembered talking to Tenko earlier about the divine joy of being a vessel—how the physical body is just a tool for Atua’s will, and how I craved the sensation of being used until there was nothing left of me but spirit. Tenko had looked so flustered, but then she remembered it was my birthday and handed me a cup of coffee. It was bitter... and then the world had dissolved into a beautiful, velvety black. Now, I was awake. My wrists were cold, held tight by heavy steel handcuffs that rattled against a rusted plumbing pipe. My ankles were shackled, forced wide apart to frame the entrance of my sanctuary. And in that sanctuary, there was a presence. A black, gigantic member was buried deep within my anus, rhythmic and relentless. The man behind me was a titan, his dark skin slick with sweat as he claimed me with a primal, wordless hunger. To my left, resting on the grimy tile floor, sat a plastic bucket. It was overflowing with condoms, a mountain of latex meant to facilitate a marathon of devotion. "Nyahaha! Atua, you really outdid yourself with this birthday party!" I chirped, my voice echoing off the graffiti-covered stalls. The men were already lined up. I could hear their footsteps, their impatient breathing, the clinking of belts. They were the "unclean" of the world—hobos with matted hair and clothes that smelled like the gutter, stinking men with calloused hands, and wide-eyed teenagers. One after another, they stepped forward. The titan behind me finished, a deep groan vibrating through my spine as he withdrew. Immediately, the next man took his place. Some were quick, driven by a frantic need. Others were slow and cruel. Every few turns, a man would ignore the bucket of condoms entirely. I felt the raw, searing friction of skin on skin, the hot, slick sliding of natural fluid as they bypassed the latex and drove themselves into the very depths of my core. My anus was a burning ring of fire, but I welcomed the heat. I welcomed the filth. But then, the ritual shifted. A man, smelling of cheap cigarettes and desperation, didn't aim for the back. He guided his length into my pussy. The moment he slid inside, the thin veil of my composure finally shattered. I wasn't just a vessel; I was a participant in the divine ecstasy. My hips began to move of their own accord, meeting every thrust with a rhythmic, desperate grind. I was loving each and every one of them. I was cherishing the grit, the sweat, and the overwhelming scent of a dozen different lives converging inside of me. "Thank you, Atua! Thank you for this glorious day of service!" I screamed toward the cracked ceiling, my eyes rolling back as a wave of pleasure crashed over me. This was the best day of my life. My body was being claimed by the world, and in that total surrender, I felt closer to the divine than I ever had. The hours bled into one another. The sun must have set outside the station, leaving only the buzzing fluorescent lights to witness the carnage. For six hours, the line never stopped. At least sixty random men—each one a different flavor of desire—had used me. I was a map of their release, my skin painted in various shades of white and grey. Finally, the heavy door of the bathroom creaked open. The last man, a scruffy teenager who looked like he was about to faint, finished inside my pussy and stumbled away, leaving me slumped against the pipes. Tenko walked in. She looked around at the wreckage—the empty condom wrappers, the spilled bucket, and me. I was a mess. My silver hair was matted with fluids, my face flushed a deep, feverish pink. My entrances were gaped wide, raw and red, struggling to close after the constant assault. I was literally full of cum, the excess leaking out of me to pool on the cold, dirty tiles. "Angie!" Tenko shouted, her voice a mix of horror and a strange, hidden pride. "Happy birthday! I... I hope Atua provided everything you asked for." I looked up at her, my vision blurry but my heart soaring. I gave her a wide, toothy grin, my tongue darting out to lick a stray drop from my lip. "It was perfect, Tenko," I whispered, my voice hoarse from six hours of praising the heavens. "Atua is so, so good."'
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Angie Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'A Date With Ember' with user description 'Today’s date partner is the crafty and expressive Ember. Ember would call herself a mechanic. Her customers might prefer to call her a gremlin. She knows her way around a second hand appliance, an old car, or a dusty old robot like no one else, but she’s just as likely to break something and offer you a discount as she is to fix it good as new. And your fridge might have a voice box with a posh British accent by the time she’s done with it. Still, what she lacks in consistency she makes up with aggressive confidence. When things stick to her mental script, that is. Catch her off guard or unprepared and you’ll get to see her shy side. Or you’ll get threatened with a power tool if she’s feeling extra embarrassed. (New OC debut! We’ll be seeing more of her and our final girl in my later stuff.)'
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A Date With Ember

usagi77
AI art
15

Senza titolo

livinwe
AI art
3

Senza titolo

valtek
AI art "frieren pt.2"
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frieren pt.2

steven1599
AI art 'Hestia'

Hestia

bajones47
AI art "Gyaru Sensei"
13

Gyaru Sensei

tonygmanch
AI art 'Nemona Lost A Battle' with user description 'I bounced through the academy woods with my huge energetic grin, long blonde hair swinging wildly as my coat flapped behind me. Suddenly this black-and-white bear popped out, holding some shiny Pokeballs with a mischievous smirk. "Hey hey! You there, bear guy! Those Pokeballs look super strong. Let's battle right now! It'll be so much fun, I promise!" Monokuma chuckled. I kept insisting playfully, leaning in with sparkling eyes. "Aww, don't be boring! Battling's the absolute best way to get stronger and make friends! Pleeease? One match!" He grinned slyly. "Alright, but if you lose, you do EVERYTHING I say. No backing out, no matter what." I laughed confidently and clapped my hands. "Deal! And if I win, you give me a powerful Pokémon and grant me anything I want too! Let's make this epic!" The battle was wild and intense. His legendary team—Eternatus, Zacian, Urshifu, Calyrex Shadow Rider, Groudon, Mega Raichu—completely overpowered mine no matter how hard I cheered and strategized. I lost on the final Pokémon. "Wow, you're really tough!" I said, hands on hips, still smiling brightly even in defeat. Monokuma's grin widened. "Now you do everything I say for a week. You're my sex slave." I blinked, laughing nervously while rubbing the back of my neck. "Whoa whoa, that's way too extreme! No way, bear guy!" He reminded me firmly of the "everything I say" deal. We negotiated back and forth, me trying to keep it light and easygoing. Finally I agreed, but with one big condition: my pussy virginity stays completely untouched. Only my ass. **First day.** Monokuma didn't touch me himself. Instead he called over some of his big-cocked friends. They were ruthless! Bent over in the hidden room, they took turns pounding my ass with raw power and rage for hours, stretching me deep and filling me without mercy. Pain mixed with intense sparks that made my head spin. *This is so crazy... I just wanted a fun battle with a weird bear, and now his friends are wrecking my ass like this! My body's trembling, but a deal's a deal!* Starving afterward, I panted with an awkward grin, "Food... I really need something to eat now!" Monokuma placed two dog bowls on the floor—one labeled "Free," the other "Slut." "They're empty!" I said, tilting my head cutely. "Fill them up. That's the only food you'll have all week," he ordered. I realized he meant the thick, warm cum dripping from my well-used asshole. *Ehh?! He wants me to eat all that cum straight from my own ass like a hungry puppy? This is super humiliating... but I lost fair and square, so I'm easygoing enough to handle it, right?* Blushing hard, I dropped to all fours and started scooping the sticky loads into the "Slut" bowl, licking it up with shy little moans. While I was eating, face buried in the bowl, Monokuma called more friends over. They grabbed my hips and shoved their big cocks back into my sore ass, thrusting hard to pump fresh "food" right into me as I swallowed. *Ahh! They're filling me up again while I'm still eating the last batch! It's so messy and warm, cum leaking everywhere as they pound deeper. My thoughts are spinning—I feel so ashamed, but there's this weird tingle building... I keep lapping it up like a good sport!* He kept the cycle going all day, calling different big-cocked guys to use my ass relentlessly while I ate. By mid-week, I was getting used to it. The humiliation started mixing with real excitement. Every time my bowls emptied, I'd look up eagerly, my easygoing smile turning a bit needy. *More... I need the next meal soon.* My ass felt constantly full and dripping, but I craved it now. One evening, as I licked the "Slut" bowl clean, I turned to Monokuma with flushed cheeks and said breathlessly, "Hey... call even more friends, okay? Each person has a different taste! I want to try all the flavors for my meals." *I can't believe I'm asking for this, but it's true—the salty, thick loads vary so much and I'm getting addicted to the variety. My body feels alive in this weird way!* The friends kept coming, pounding my ass raw in shifts, unloading deep inside so I always had fresh cum to scoop and devour on all fours. I became extremely anxious for the next "refeição," wiggling my hips impatiently whenever the bowls ran low. *Hurry up and fill me again... I need it so bad now. This started as a simple challenge, but now I'm loving being their cum-eating ass slut. The degradation just makes it hotter!* By the end of the week, my ass was sore but my spirit was buzzing with twisted satisfaction. After the last meal, I looked up at Monokuma with bright, hopeful eyes and asked, "So... after this week ends, can I come dine with you and your friends every weekend? Please? I really want to keep having these special meals!" Monokuma laughed as I waited anxiously for his answer, my easygoing nature now fully embracing the new craving.'
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Nemona Lost A Battle

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Tomo Aizawa"
26

Tomo Aizawa

tonygmanch
AI art "Swallowing cum"
30

Swallowing cum

jlixard
AI art "Bella's addiction"
15

Bella's addiction

octavian
AI art "Cyndel Vale Needs Money 12 (ft. Cherry Bomb, Mei and Mika)"
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Cyndel Vale Needs Money 12 (ft. Cherry Bomb, Mei and Mika)

octavian
AI art
24

Senza titolo

ririfake
AI art 'Hinata Slut ❤️'
3

Hinata Slut ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Strict boss'
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Strict boss

tonygmanch
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