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AI art "Serena"
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Serena

zerogroupe21
Morning workout

Morning workout

bian1981gt
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 'Dark Valentine's day...: Vesper' with user description '​"Forget the roses... give me thorns. 🕸️ ​Valentine's Day always feels a bit too loud for me. I’ve decided to celebrate in my own way—through the art of lace, the glow of a few candles, and a mood that’s as dark as my favorite lipstick. ​This is my tribute to the beauty found in the forgotten corners of the heart. Thank you for appreciating the elegance of the night. I hope you find someone who understands your silence as much as your words. ​With dark affection, Vesper. 🖤🖤"'
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Dark Valentine's day...: Vesper

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

dreamerofdreams
AI art "The Hunger: Consumption"
30

The Hunger: Consumption

dreamerofdreams
AI art 'Android 18 (Dragon Ball)'
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Android 18 (Dragon Ball)

pedro_kuro
AI art "My girl Hinata"
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My girl Hinata

kevinlor20
AI art 'Night-time walk with Anara' with user description 'You invite Anara for a midnight walk on Valentine's Day. You give her a set of instructions to follow. She seems excited over the phone. But doing it makes her nervous. But as always, she enjoys it once she gets into it.'
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Night-time walk with Anara

zesoul
AI art "Chapter 5: “Growing in the face of fear”"
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Chapter 5: “Growing in the face of fear”

warmicestudios
AI art "Fucking Final Fantasy"
30

Fucking Final Fantasy

octavian
AI art "Training day MHA"
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Training day MHA

bunit1214
AI art "Soulless Suka"
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Soulless Suka

octavian
AI art 'Hiyoko Casting' with user description 'The fluorescent lights of the terminal hummed with a sterile, soul-crushing boredom that I absolutely adored. I adjusted my sunglasses, my fingers drumming against the handle of a vibrant green suitcase. It was heavy—unusually heavy for a carry-on—but I pulled it with a skip in my step. Inside, tucked away like a precious, foul-mouthed doll, was Hiyoko Saionji. The flight was a blur of despair-filled anticipation. By the time I reached the humid, nameless country and navigated the back alleys to the rendezvous point—a derelict warehouse smelling of salt and rot—my skin was tingling. A group of men stood there, the kind of bottom-feeders that society tries to pretend don't exist. Sexual offenders, outcasts, the worst of the worst. Perfect. "You brought the package?" the leader grunted, eyeing the green case. "Oh, better than that," I purred, dropping to my knees. "I brought an appetizer." I didn't waste time. I moved from one man to the next, my hands and mouth working with a manic, despair-inducing precision. I did fellatio on every single member of the gang, watching their eyes glaze over with a mix of lust and confusion. I wanted them primed. I wanted them hungry. I wanted their blood pumping and their primal instincts screaming for the main course. By the time I stood up, wiping my lip with a wicked grin, the room was thick with the scent of musk and anticipation. "Enjoy the dessert," I giggled, blowing them a kiss as I stepped out into the night, leaving the suitcase behind. ### Hiyoko’s POV The world was dark, cramped, and cold. I had been curled in that suitcase for hours, completely naked, my skin pressed against the hard lining. I could hear the muffled sounds of Junko’s voice, the wet, rhythmic noises of her "service," and then... a final, chilling silence. The suitcase tipped over with a thud. The zipper rasped, a jagged line of light cutting through my dark prison. The lid flipped open. I blinked against the harsh glare of a single hanging bulb. I didn't reach for anything to cover myself—I didn't have anything. I was exposed, vulnerable, and exactly where I wanted to be. Surrounding me was a wall of men—rough, scarred, and completely aroused. I looked up from my position on the floor and saw a forest of penises, angry and engorged, hovering just inches from my face. My heart hammered against my ribs, a wild, rhythmic drumming that echoed in my ears. They didn't waste a second. Rough hands hauled my naked body out of the case. They moved with a practiced, brutal efficiency, binding my bare limbs in intricate BDSM ropes. The coarse hemp bit into my soft, unprotected skin, pulling me taut until my back arched and my body was displayed like a piece of meat on a hook. "Look at this little thing," one of them hissed, his hand calloused as it roamed over my stomach. "She's been waiting for us." Then, the onslaught began. Because I was already naked, there was no barrier, no delay. They used me in every way possible—orally, vaginally, and anal. I was a vessel for their collective depravity. The friction was relentless, the weight of their massive bodies crushing the air from my lungs. I was gagged, my cries muffled as they took turns, sometimes two or three at once, filling every available space I had. The humiliation was absolute; the physical sensation was an overwhelming tide of heat and pressure that made my vision swim. But as a thick, hot wave of their release coated my bare skin and filled my throat, a thought flickered through the haze of my mind. Junko thought she was breaking me. She thought she was throwing me into the pit of despair by selling my naked, helpless body to these monsters. But as I felt the rough rope burn against my thighs and the sheer power of these men tearing into me, I couldn't help the secret, internal thrill. This was exactly what I had asked for. I had been the one to whisper the idea to Junko weeks ago, feigning fear while planting the seed of this "betrayal." The kidnapping, the suitcase, the naked delivery—it was all my design. Every sting of the rope and every monstrous stretch was a fulfillment of the one fetish I could never tell the other Ultimates about. As the leader gripped my hair and forced me down once more, I didn't feel despair. I felt a twisted, ecstatic sense of victory.'
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Hiyoko Casting

blackhairedstudent
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無題

traders
AI art '📖 Library, 7th Book' with user description 'Has she finished reading yet? 😁'
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📖 Library, 7th Book

peterco
AI art "More noble girl corruption"
30

More noble girl corruption

zesoul
AI art "Fucking the Soccer Star"
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Fucking the Soccer Star

dreamerofdreams
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無題

jlixard
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無題

eldvorn
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