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AI art "Serena"
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Serena

zerogroupe21
AI art "1000! Perrin is Horny to Celebrate~"
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1000! Perrin is Horny to Celebrate~

onlyyouprod
AI art 'A Privat Meeting' with user description 'Linna: Good evening, @peterco I’m all yours for tonight. How do you like my outfit? The invitation came unexpectedly; I’d heard of him before—Peterco, the man who organized the legendary Panda Parties. And now I’ve piqued his interest. I hadn't expected such a luxurious apartment, but... if I play this right... I study him; he’s handsome—I could really go for that hairstyle and the beard. He swallows noticeably as his gaze travels over every inch of my body. He seems to like what he sees. He pours himself a drink and takes a deep sip. Peterco: Linna, right? I’m glad you accepted my invitation. You... look truly... enchanting. He reaches out and pulls me onto his lap. My backside settles right over his erection, and I can feel it pulsing. Peterco: Why don't you dance for me a little? A private dance! Hooked! I flash my most enchanting smile as I rise from his lap and stretch sensually against his desk; his gaze is magnetically drawn to every movement I make. The bulge in his trousers grows larger, and I can't deny that it stirs something in me. Seductively, I straddle his lap and rotate my hips, making him groan with arousal. I decide to give him a sight he won't forget. I stand over him with my legs spread and bend forward until my hands touch the floor; only the thin fabric of my panties stands between me and his gaze. I let my fingers trail over my panties; his mouth hangs open, and the desire in his eyes turns me on. I reach for his erection and slowly unbutton his shirt. The zipper slowly slides down; he can no longer hold back his arousal. I reach for his penis and take the head into my mouth, making him throw his head back. Off with the trousers—they’re just getting in the way now. My tongue plays with the underside of his glans until I slide him fully into my mouth. Our eyes meet as he pulses inside me. My free hand slips off my panties so he can... Linna: Please... do me. Without a word, he lifts me up, positions me over his penis, and slides all the way inside me. I have to pause for a moment; his head is pulsing against my cervix—what an incredible feeling. Slowly, we both start to move; I moan in time with his thrusts. I tighten my vagina, making his penis swell even more and driving him to thrust faster and harder. My arms wrap around him as my orgasm builds. I’m so close, but then he pauses mid-motion. Breathing heavily, I ask him: Linna: What’s wrong? Why are you stopping? Peterco: Would you turn around, please? I want to see your perfect ass while I fuck you. Linna: OK, but you owe me an orgasm. I turn around, and he thrusts into me again—deeper, faster, harder. I close my eyes in ecstasy as every thrust carries me closer to that promised orgasm. Our breathing quickens as we both reach the peak at the same time; his hot semen floods deep inside me, and we linger there for a few moments until the aftershocks of our orgasms subside. Slowly, he withdraws from me; I have to sit down—I’m still seeing stars. His semen flows from between my legs and drips onto the floor. His gaze rests on me. Peterco: You’re incredible. Yes, I am. @warmicestudios @parda @blackhairedstudent @barry915 @bad77 @octavian @reptorn @zuzul @cef_ultra @zesoul @kendarfulgrim @smut317 @a_casual_prompter @onlyyouprod @hollenwulf @terror2'
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A Privat Meeting

gildenstein
AI art 'Kirigiri Casting' with user description 'The evening air at the secluded beach was heavy with the scent of salt and the rhythmic crashing of the tide against the jagged rocks. Kyoko Kirigiri, the Ultimate Detective, stood on the cooling sand, her signature lavender hair caught in the breeze. She had traded her high-collared jacket for a simple, translucent wrap, though she still wore her black studded gloves—a final barrier of mystery she wasn't yet ready to shed. The Casting Transcript: Kyoko Kirigiri (The Ultimate Detective) 1. Identity: Name, age, and job? "Kyoko Kirigiri. I am 18 years old. As for my job... I solve mysteries. I look for the truth beneath the lies, no matter how uncomfortable that truth might be." 2. Dreams: What do you want for your future? "To find the answers that were stolen from me. To live a life where I don't have to be afraid of my own vulnerabilities. I want to know what it feels like to lose control without losing myself." 3. Hobbies: Games, movies, and anime you love? "I enjoy logic puzzles and Sudoku. For movies, I prefer noir classics like The Maltese Falcon or modern psychological thrillers like Se7en. As for anime, Monster is a masterpiece of human depravity and redemption. It keeps my mind sharp." 4. Favorites: Who are your favorite characters? "I admire Sherlock Holmes for his dedication to the truth. I also find C.C. from Code Geass intriguing—her immortality and detachment resonate with me in ways I’m still investigating." 5. Motivation: Why do you want to do this? What do you expect? "Investigation requires data. I have spent my life observing human nature from the outside. I want to experience the most extreme physical sensations possible—to see if my logic can survive a total sensory override. I expect a physical challenge that leaves no room for deduction." 6. Drive: Scale of 1-10, how much do you like sex? "A 9. While I appear cold, the heat of an intense physical encounter is the only thing that truly quiets the noise in my head. It is a logical necessity for my well-being." 7. Safety: What is your "Safe Word"? "'EVIDENCE.' If I say that, the investigation is closed and you must withdraw immediately." 8. Technical: Okay with being filmed in high-def? "The camera does not lie. Capture everything in 8K. I want to review the footage later to see the exact moment my composure breaks." 9. The Agreement: Describe the scene? "A moonlit beach. One man—physically imposing, standing well over two meters tall. He must possess... substantial equipment. I want to be handled with a raw, primal force that ignores my status. I want to be filled until I am physically changed—left gaped and open like a hollow space, unable to close even after he is finished." The Scene: "The Detective’s Open Case" The moon hung high, a pale witness to the encounter on the shore. Kyoko lay back on a dark silk blanket spread over the sand. Towering over her was the man she had requested—a literal giant of a human, his shadow completely engulfing her pale frame. When he revealed himself, his member was a colossal, pulsing vein of power that made even the stoic detective’s eyes widen in silent calculation. "Show me the truth," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the waves. The scene was an exercise in extreme physical displacement. He didn't just enter her; he invaded her. Kyoko’s 18-year-old body was pushed to its structural limits as he drove into her Vaginally, his massive girth stretching her porcelain skin until it was translucent. She gripped the sand, her gloved hands digging into the earth as she let out a high, sharp cry—a sound of pure, unrefined data. He moved with the weight of the ocean, each thrust hitting her fundus with a heavy thud that echoed in her chest. Kyoko’s logical mind shattered; there was no room for thought, only the overwhelming sensation of being "full." As the climax approached, he finished with a pressurized torrent, a Creampie so massive it began to overflow immediately, slicking her inner thighs and the silk beneath her. But it was the aftermath that fulfilled her request. As he slowly withdrew his massive length, Kyoko’s entrance didn't snap back. She remained gaped—a wide, pulsing, red circle of surrender that stayed open to the night air, unable to retract from the sheer scale of the trauma. She lay there, her lavender hair matted with sand and sweat, looking down at the "hole" he had left in her. She was a ruin of a woman, leaking white fluid from a gaped abyss that showed exactly how deep his victory had gone. Kyoko looked at the camera, her expression dazed and completely broken of its usual stoicism. "The evidence... is conclusive," she panted, her eyes rolling back in a final wave of overstimulated bliss. "I am... completely compromised."'
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Kirigiri Casting

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

zuzul
AI art "Serena's Oral in the park"
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Serena's Oral in the park

zerogroupe21
AI art 'Frieren Cold Winter' with user description 'The snowstorm trapped me in their remote hut long before the hero's call ever reached me. I, Frieren, an elven mage wandering the northern lands, had sought only shelter from the blizzard. Two human brothers lived there—Garr and Lorn. Kind and respectful, they offered me warm broth without lingering glances. Shirtless always, their bodies sculpted by labor, they claimed their skin had adapted to the cold over years. "We don't feel it anymore," Garr said calmly. I found it curious but irrelevant. Days passed in white isolation. Boredom crept in for them. "Lady Frieren, any fun magic to pass the time?" Lorn asked politely one evening. I recalled Serie's garden that day—her naked form covered in cum, holes gaped by six men. She had told me, "When boredom strikes, I use this spell on myself. It makes everything vivid." She warned never to cast it on men. The reason slipped my ancient memory. I cast it on myself, then them. Pink light bloomed. Their cocks swelled instantly, doubling in thickness and length, monstrous and veined. Heat consumed me. Rational thought vanished. "I need those fat, huge cocks inside me right now," I said in my usual flat tone, cheeks flushed. "Don't make this elf beg." The magic overpowered their respect. Garr pinned me to the table, thrusting his enlarged dick deep into my tight pussy. I gasped softly. "Yes... stretch this ancient elf cunt with your massive human cock." Lorn pushed into my mouth, bulging my throat. I sucked hungrily, eyes calm yet glazed with need. What followed was relentless. They fucked me for hours in every way. Double vaginal, both gigantic shafts forcing my walls apart until I felt deliciously ruined. "Deeper, you big-dicked fools. Pound this slutty elf hole." Double anal came next, my ass stretched wide as they alternated and then filled me together. One in my mouth, one in my pussy, suspended between their strong bodies. Positions blurred—riding reverse, bent over the hearth, legs over shoulders. Cum flooded me endlessly, dripping from every gaped opening, yet their erections never softened. Five full days. The spell's curse showed: on men, it lasted without mercy. I meditated seven hours daily to recover mana, but they continued thrusting into my sleeping body, using my unconscious holes. In dreams, I still felt them. As the effect faded, pain bloomed—my uterus battered, pussy and ass utterly destroyed by their gigantic penises. I recast the spell on myself to chase more pleasure. "Keep fucking me... don't stop ruining your immortal whore." When the snow finally ceased, I limped away, body sore yet satisfied. That winter began a tradition. Every year I returned to their hut before my greater journey. They aged gradually, still vigorous enough to double-penetrate me senseless for days, my flat voice moaning slutty demands: "Fill this elf womb again with your huge cocks." I was careful with the spell after that first mistake. Time flowed. Humans withered faster than elves. One winter I found them frailer. Soon after, the hero party recruited me for the Demon King quest. I left the north, adventures consuming centuries in my long life. Decades later, after victory and farewells, I retraced my steps to that hut. It was destroyed—roof caved in by age and storms, walls crumbled. A single weathered tombstone read "Garr and Lorn – Kind Brothers." Beside it lay a skeleton, my old traveling blanket draped over its bones, as if one had waited until the end for the elf who visited each winter. I sat in the quiet snow, memories of those five-day blizzards washing over me—endless double anal, double vaginal, being gaped and filled while snow howled. "You big-cocked fools" I whispered flatly. A tear froze on my cheek. Elves endure. Humans do not. I placed a small flower on the grave and continued onward, the wind whispering faint echoes of pleasure and loss.'
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Frieren Cold Winter

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Cyndel Vale Needs Money 13"
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Cyndel Vale Needs Money 13

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 "Hot Wife Sex Pt.1"
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Hot Wife Sex Pt.1

darkmorcel
AI art "Misato facesitting"
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Misato facesitting

markusdom
AI art 'Elven glazing' with user description 'Here’s my contribution to the glaze challenge! @bad77 hope you enjoy this glazing 😏 @parda @peterco @warmicestudios @octavian @cef_ultra @dreamerofdreams @gildenstein @terror2 @artfx85 @cro_bo @smut317 @barry915 @a_casual_prompter @casca_kirei-onna @azariel @zerogroupe21 @hollenwulf @murcie'
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Elven glazing

reptorn
AI art 'Kaido's son (11)'
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Kaido's son (11)

freemanlac
AI art "Karaoke With Gina"
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Karaoke With Gina

doggomage
AI art 'Chapter #02 "GAMES OF MORPHEUS".Chloe. part 14.'
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Chapter #02 "GAMES OF MORPHEUS".Chloe. part 14.

dreamwalker
AI art "What would you do in this moment?"

What would you do in this moment?

octavian
AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money 4"
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Cyndel Vale needs money 4

octavian
AI art "🧊🔥 2K Mariana's favourite donut 🍩"
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🧊🔥 2K Mariana's favourite donut 🍩

parda
AI art "Dream or nightmare ?"

Dream or nightmare ?

asianloverz
AI art 'Chapter#01, The Chosen: sofi. part 6.' with user description 'And don't forget, if you see something strange, it's because all of this is just a dream...'
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Chapter#01, The Chosen: sofi. part 6.

dreamwalker
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