white pants

AI art "White jeans"
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White jeans

kokoroto
AI art "Dim jeans"
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Dim jeans

zuzul
AI art 'skin test'
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skin test

jlixard
AI art 'White jeans: extra' with user description 'extra at the request of @shinsenkyo232'
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White jeans: extra

kokoroto
AI art "[Request] Weekend Getaway with Michelle"
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[Request] Weekend Getaway with Michelle

dreamerofdreams
AI art "The Legend of Dalia: Rise of the Pleasure Vicar"
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The Legend of Dalia: Rise of the Pleasure Vicar

octavian
AI art 'Nagatoro sleepover' with user description 'The rain wasn’t just falling; it was a seasonal deluge that turned the Tokyo streets into rushing rivers of neon reflection. Nagatoro stood by the wide glass window of a luxury apartment belonging to an upperclassman from the swim club, watching lightning arc across the darkening sky. She had expected a small, quiet hangout with a few girls, but the host had invited five other guys from the university soccer team. With the trains suspended due to flooding and the roads blocked, she was effectively trapped. The apartment was cavernous, filled with the heavy scent of three large pepperoni pizzas and the frantic, rhythmic sounds of a high-stakes gaming tournament. Nagatoro sat on the edge of the plush sectional, her Switch in handheld mode, trying to maintain her usual armor of cool, mocking indifference. "So, Nagatoro," one of the guys, a tall striker named Hiro, said as he leaned back, balancing a greasy slice of pizza. "We see you around campus all the time with that skinny art kid. The 'Senpai' guy with the glasses." Nagatoro didn't look up from her screen, though her fingers tightened slightly on the Joy-Cons. "What about him?" "Just wondering if you’re actually dating him," another guy added, sliding closer on the sofa until his knee brushed against hers. "You spend every waking hour hovering over him like a shadow. Is he your boyfriend or what?" Nagatoro let out a sharp, practiced laugh, though it felt hollow in the crowded, testosterone-heavy room. "Him? No way! He’s just a shy, spineless little Senpai I like to toy with. It’s not like that. He couldn't handle a girl like me anyway." The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. The casual banter died down, replaced by a focused, predatory energy that made the air feel thick. The five guys exchanged slow, knowing looks. Without the perceived "claim" of her Senpai to shield her, the dynamic in the room transformed into something much more intense. "If you're not with him," Hiro said, his voice dropping an octave as he set his controller down on the glass table with a definitive *clack*, "then you're officially fair game, right?" Nagatoro felt a prickle of heat rise up her neck. She tried to muster a biting retort, a classic "gross" or a sharp jab to put them in their place, but the words caught in her throat. The sheer physical presence of five athletic guys surrounding her in the dim light was overwhelming. "I don't know what you're talking about," she muttered, focusing hard on the race on her screen, her heart hammering against her ribs. "We think you do," another guy whispered, reaching out to slowly trail a finger down the side of her neck. Nagatoro flinched, her breath hitching, but she didn't pull away. "You're always acting so tough, Nagatoro. But you're here, the rain is stopping anyone from leaving, and we're all very... interested." For a long time, she resisted. She kept her eyes glued to the screen, snapping at them to back off and calling them losers. But they didn't flinch. They moved closer, one of them putting a hand on her waist, another leaning in so close she could feel the heat radiating off him. They began to ask her more directly, their questions shedding any pretense of subtlety. "Does he even touch you like this?" Hiro asked, his hand moving firmly to her thigh. "Does he know what to do with a girl like you? Because we do." Nagatoro stared at the Switch, her vision blurring slightly. She thought of Naoto’s hesitant smiles and then looked at the confident, hungry expressions of the men around her. The weight of the situation, the isolation of the storm, and the constant, rhythmic pressure of their touch began to wear down her defenses. Her grip on the controller loosened. "I... I told you, he's nothing to me," she stammered, her voice losing its edge. "Then prove it," Hiro challenged, his face inches from hers. "Forget about the art gallery kid for one night. Stay here with us." She looked at the door, then back at the window where the rain continued to hammer down, sealing them into this private, heated world. The silent pressure of five sets of eyes waiting for her answer felt like a physical weight. Finally, she let out a long, shaky breath. The rebellious, teasing girl vanished, replaced by someone overwhelmed by the moment. She slowly reached out and set her Switch face-down on the coffee table, the screen clicking into sleep mode. "Fine," she whispered, her voice barely audible over a sudden crash of thunder. "Do whatever you want. I'm not going anywhere." The pizza box was pushed aside to make room. As the storm raged outside, shaking the very foundations of the building, the boundaries of the "sleepover" vanished entirely. The night became a blur of shared heat and frantic energy that lasted until the sun finally broke through the clouds the following morning. When the streets finally dried, Nagatoro left the apartment in the quiet dawn, her usual persona left somewhere behind in the rainy darkness of the night before.'
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Nagatoro sleepover

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Hina's Story: Trial Runs Part 3 THE END' with user description '“WHAT!? YUKI PLEASE I CAN’T! COME BACK” but the ring gag prevented anything understandable from coming out. She begins fighting her bonds, the belts pressing deeply into her skin, but Yuki did a too good a job, and tired from the earlier tests she was still exhausted. Tears began pouring out from behind her blindfold. Hina began shaking from pure fear of what level four could do, still remembering the feeling of what the previous level had done to her. But while she had a chance to stop that, there was no hope in her current situation. Blind and deaf, and unable to move. A damsel in distress. Alone in a closet unable to escape. She wasn’t sure if Yuki was still with her or had left her alone, the thought adding to her ever growing fear. Hina began whimpering, in a last-ditch effort she weakly tried calling Yuki. And that’s when it began. Level four Hina gasp, she tensed against the bonds, harder than when she tried escaping. She couldn’t even focus on the pain. Level four. Oh my goodness level four. Nothing, absolutely nothing prepared her for what she was experiencing. The vibrations were so strong that unknown to her at the time, she wasn’t shaking from fear, but from the intensity of the vibrations themselves. Her breasts were also receiving equal vibrations, with waves beautifully rippling across her puffy breasts. Hina having been edged all day was quickly brough the to the peak of release. Oh my god, OH MY GOD! Hina was shocked and completely lost in the intensity and quickness of the vibrations. All day she had been denied, teased, made to endure tense situations, but finally. Finally she was able to release her pent up desires, getting a chance to fill the emptiness, the ache turning into a strong want. I’M CUMMING! Hina feelings explode. The feeling she was so desperately craving finally burst out. She was screaming lost the bliss of the release. The waves of pleasure subsided, Hina collapse against the chair, completely spent, but forgot the situation she was in. Level four was still going. At this realization, she felt the next orgasm about come. “I haven’t had a chance to rest but I can’t stop it, I’m so sensitive!” The second orgasm happens, even more intense than the first strengthened by the realization of her helplessness. Hina is now overwhelmed, making incoherent sounds, but still enjoying the feeling. “Is oo muh, is oo muh! Ooee lee uh ah!” her gag incapacitating her speech. It’s too much! Yuki please come back!” Hina was now straining against her bonds, anything to help her deal with the intense level of pleasure she was forced to feel. But it only got worse. She was coming down from the second wave, the third closely following. “OOEE!” She screams as wave pushes her into the third orgasm. Hina is starting to see stars drowning in heat. Hina is lost in consciousness, “I’m melting, it feels so good, but it’s too much! I’m going to die!” Tears start following out in streams from behind her blindfold. She is now rolling into each orgasm back-to-back. The fourth… The fifth… The sixth… What number am I on…? “Yuki please stop it, I feel like I’m losing myself… Yuki… Please… Save me…” -------------------------------- Hina wakes up with a start still vibrating. “I fainted…? But I still feel the vibrator. Yuki please stop-” Hina realizes that she can speak, gag now removed. Her headphones and blindfold are removed and Hina squints trying to get used to the light after being in darkness for so long. “Yuki please… take it out. I can’t stop shaking.” Confused, Yuki looks to the side to where the device resting on the shelf. “Hina, you are shaking. I already removed it” “Don’t lie to me… I can still feel it.” Hina is semi-conscious trying to come out of the post orgasm haze. Chuckling, Yuki questions her, “How was the reward? You want to go for another round? I got a fresh-” Yuki immediately turned around and left the room, saying that she’d grab a fresh pair of clothes for her. “Oh my goodness…” Yuki was blushing covering her mouth as she moved quickly to the ladies room to grab Hina fresh clothes. “I almost want to lock her up and keep her to myself.” The look Hina gave Yuki was one of absolute want. Her face flushed, her cute tongue hanging out her mouth, the shaking from the ordeal, the pose… Everything was just too cute for Yuki to handle. But that look, the deep look of desire, of even more pleasure that Hina gave to Yuki after mentioning round two… Yuki almost wanted to watch her go through the second round. But unknown, and disappointedly so for Yuki, just as Yuki left the closet Hina whispered a quiet “Yes” before fainting from exhaustion. Well it wasn't planned but Yuki can't just hold a singular cup of coffee... Lets just say she loves caffeine I guess and add to the lore. Took some time and if you noticed the picture quality changed from the first part. Tried a new model and Hina just looked too cute! I will probably have Hina under go other... tests, I have other OC's lined up too!'
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Hina's Story: Trial Runs Part 3 THE END

mellmell1
AI art 'Cyndel Randoms' with user description 'Not every idea I had with Cyndel was as thought out as I hoped. Here's some of my random generations of her in various encounters, jobs, with her sister, Celest and with Cherry Bomb.'
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Cyndel Randoms

octavian
AI art 'Women in Uniform' with user description '🫡'
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Women in Uniform

usagi77
AI art 'Nagatoro Nightmare' with user description 'The snacks were scattered across the low table, and the character sheets were stained with soda rings. Nagatoro sat cross-legged on her bed, leaning over the edge to glare at the four boys huddled on the floor. They were deep into the final session of their custom RPG campaign. The atmosphere was thick with tension as the boys rolled their dice, trying to liberate a coastal town that had been brutally conquered by a horde of orcs. The DM described the grim reality of the setting—the orcs hadn't just taken the gold; they had taken the women, keeping them in makeshift breeding pits to ensure the horde’s future. "We have to save them," one of the boys muttered, determined. After hours of intense dice rolls and strategic planning, the party emerged victorious. They had slaughtered the orc chieftain and freed the captives. Exhausted by the 12:00 AM mark, the group decided to crash. The boys sprawled out on the sofa and the floor, while Nagatoro retreated to the center of her bed, drifting into a heavy, dark sleep. The nightmare began the moment she closed her eyes. In the dream, the victory had been a lie. She was back in that town, but she wasn't the hero—she was the captive. The air was thick with the stench of musk and iron. She was dragged into a damp, stone-walled chamber where the air tasted of copper. She was sobbing, genuine tears of terror streaming down her face as the massive, green-skinned shadows loomed over her. The orcs were relentless, their forms hulking and terrifyingly endowed with gigantic, pulsing members. Just as she thought her spirit would break, one of them turned her over, pinning her face-down against the cold floor. She felt the sudden, violent intrusion as a massive cock forced its way into her asshole. She screamed into the dirt, feeling as though her body was being physically destroyed, her narrow frame stretched beyond its limits. But as the orc began to pump with a primal, rhythmic ferocity, the agony underwent a traitorous metamorphosis. The destruction of her ass sparked a white-hot, agonizingly intense pleasure that radiated through her entire nervous system. In that dream-state, she was a broken toy, coming once, twice—six times in total—her body convulsing in rhythmic waves of dark, shameful ecstasy as she was filled to the brim with their seed. In all her holes... She sat up abruptly at 7:00 AM, the sheets sliding down her skin. The wetness was real. She felt the heavy, cold slickness between her legs and the uncomfortable, full sensation deep in her bowels. It wasn't just a dream reaction. She was coated in it—thick, drying puddles of cum smeared across her thighs and matted into the hair of her pussy. "YOU DISGUSTING CREEPS!" Her voice tore through the quiet house like a serrated blade. Within seconds, the sound of panicked stumbling erupted from the living room. The four boys, looking disheveled and guilty, huddled in her doorway, trembling under her predatory glare. "Look at me!" she hissed, gesturing to the stains on her bed. "I wake up and I’m literally a mess because of you four! While I was having a nightmare about being used by monsters, you were actually doing it!" The boys looked at the floor, unable to meet her eyes. "Answer me," she demanded, her voice dropping to a dangerous, low crawl. "How many times did you do it? How many times did each of you come inside me?" The tallest one swallowed hard. "We... we lost count of the total, Nagatoro-san. But each of us... we each came at least five times. We couldn't stop ourselves." "Five times each?" She let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "And how long? How many hours was I out while you were treating me like a communal toy?" "From midnight," another boy stammered, his face bright red. "We started right after we 'finished' the RPG at 12:00 AM... and we didn't stop until about 5:00 AM. You were so deep asleep, you just kept taking it..." Five hours. They had spent five hours taking turns destroying her while she was trapped in a dream of being conquered. A strange, manic energy flickered in Nagatoro’s eyes. The anger was there, but the lingering ghost of those six dream-orgasms was mixing with the reality of being filled by all four of them for half the night. "Five hours of using me as a hole, and you think you’re just going to go home?" She stood up, the wetness dripping down her leg, a dark, commanding smirk pulling at her lips. "You’ve had your fun with a doll. Now that I’m awake, you’re going to see what it’s really like. All four of you—get in here. Close the door. You started this campaign, now you’re going to finish it under my rules."'
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Nagatoro Nightmare

blackhairedstudent
AI art '2k followers - Unreleased images' with user description 'Thank you all for hitting 2,000 followers! in celebration, i'm releasing some of my shots since i started. #1 is the first prompt I ever did. #2 is the first render of the Vale Sisters #3 - #9 are unreleased original characters #10 - #19 are character prompts unused #20 - #26 Unreleased sex poses #29 most recent prompt'
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2k followers - Unreleased images

octavian
AI art 'Let's go cosplay part 2' with user description 'The rest of the girls want to join the cosplay fun as well! Can you guess who they all are?'
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Let's go cosplay part 2

octavian
AI art 'Borrowed characters, and some new ones.'
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Borrowed characters, and some new ones.

dreamwalker
AI art
8

Senza titolo

needsbloods0
AI art "Take me out to the ball game"
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Take me out to the ball game

nagatoros_senpai
AI art "Best summer of my life 5 new haircut"
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Best summer of my life 5 new haircut

parda
AI art "Miu"
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Miu

jlixard
AI art 'Akame ga Kill'
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Akame ga Kill

deathmask123
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