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AI art "Just a little inspiration."
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Just a little inspiration.

cef_ultra
AI art 'Anara getting in on the trend' with user description 'I never expected the mirror selfie from last time to blow up the way it has. I hit 500 followers so soon after reaching the 400 milestone, and had my first post that got over 350 likes. A big thank you to everyone again (You must be getting sick of me saying it so often.) Please enjoy Anara's Mirror Selfies, and her first time trying anal :)'
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Anara getting in on the trend

zesoul
AI art "Pokesluts MEGA COMP"
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Pokesluts MEGA COMP

zerogroupe21
AI art '📷 Mirror Selfie 🔥 Test' with user description 'Reference image test I recently saw this hot sexy mirror selfie pose 🔥 in a photo - sitting, hands hooked under the knees - and I wanted to replicate it using a prompt. Impossible, no matter what I tried. Nada! 🤔 So I tried using that pic as a reference image just for the sake of the pose and completely changed the setting and added a hoodie with cat ears. Though, not the best results, but it works (no negative prompt, no mods). So which of the 12 is the best one? 😏 Uodate: @zesoul crafted the prompt that works 👍'
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📷 Mirror Selfie 🔥 Test

peterco
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13-dragon
AI art '✨ Nina. Did she know?' with user description 'Her name is Nina, a very very pretty girl. I won't see her again, I guess. So, this is just another memory preserved in this way and, mostly, mixed with my imagination 😏 And yeah, couple of last pics are especially for @warmicestudio... yes, buddy, I was thinking of you 🍩 (😆)'
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✨ Nina. Did she know?

peterco
AI art "Mirror Selfie Trend!"
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Mirror Selfie Trend!

cef_ultra
AI art 'The Spread - Mirror selfie Magazine' with user description 'Yes, I have combined the trends! It was a struggle to fit in all my prompts. Hope you all enjoy my contribution to this Magazine trend :) Also, yay! Sable's back ;)'
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The Spread - Mirror selfie Magazine

zesoul
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gnashing3345
AI art "Idols"
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Idols

jlixard
AI art '🍒 Boobselfies' with user description '👁️ Eyeselfies ✅ 🍒 Boobselfies ✅ 📸 Nudeselfies 🍑 Cheekselfies 🌸 Pusselfies 🍑 Asselfies 🕳️ Anuselfies'
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🍒 Boobselfies

peterco
AI art "Goth and pastel goth"
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Goth and pastel goth

talist13
AI art 'Weekend at Grandma ❤️' with user description 'The summer humidity was suffocating as Nagatoro sat on the porch of her grandmother’s countryside home. Her grandmother had recently remarried, and the man was—to put it bluntly—a classic old, fat man. He had a receding hairline, a permanent sheen of sweat on his brow, and a belly that strained against the buttons of his casual shirts. Initially, Nagatoro had planned to tease him relentlessly, but something stopped her. It was the way he spoke with a calm, unshakable authority, or perhaps the way he moved with a slow, deliberate confidence that made the boys at her school seem like frantic children. There was a raw, grounded masculinity in his presence that Nagatoro found herself strangely drawn to—a visceral attraction to the weight and age of him. "I’m heading out to the gym, Hayase!" her grandmother called out, waving as she drove away. "Make sure my husband doesn't get too bored!" As the car pulled away, the screen door creaked. The man stepped out, his heavy frame settling into the chair next to her. He wiped his face and looked at her with a steady, knowing gaze. "So, Hayase-chan," he began, his voice deep. "How is school? Are you actually learning anything, or just causing trouble for everyone?" Nagatoro turned away, forcing her trademark smirk. "Hmph! School is boring as always. The teachers are all creeps, and the classes are a waste of time for someone as smart as me. Not that a gross old fat man like you would understand high school life, **paisen**!" He chuckled, his belly shaking. "I see. And what about boyfriends? I’m sure a girl as energetic as you has some poor kid wrapped around her finger." Nagatoro’s smirk faltered. "Boyfriends? Please! All the boys at my school are pathetic losers. They’re weak, skinny, and can’t even look me in the eye without stuttering. Why would I want to spend time with a little boy when they’re all so boring?" The man leaned in, the scent of cedar and old spice filling her senses. "Is that so? Then I imagine your sexual experiences are just as limited. Or are you bolder than you look, Hayase?" Nagatoro’s heart hammered. "T-That’s none of your business, you pervert! You really are just a gross, lecherous old man!" The man didn't flinch. "I’ve noticed the way you look at me. You try to hide it, but your eyes follow me whenever I walk through the house. You’re attracted to a real man, aren't you? Someone with age, someone with weight who can actually handle a girl like you." Nagatoro froze, her face turning crimson. He stood up slowly, his shadow looming over her. "Why don't we see? Your grandmother won't be back for hours. I think it’s time someone taught you what it’s like to be with a man who knows exactly what he’s doing." Nagatoro looked up at him, her defiance finally snapping. She let out a shaky breath, her smirk turning into a submissive smile. "Fine... prove it. But don't blame me if you have a heart attack, you gross old man." The encounter moved to the shaded bedroom. They began with an intense session of 69, followed by heavy vaginal sex and a thick, warm creampie. Finally, he turned her over, finishing with a forceful session of anal sex that left her completely gapped and dazed, another heavy creampie marking the end. Nagatoro came four times, her body arching and shivering in a forbidden rhythm. An hour later, her grandmother returned. She found Nagatoro and her husband sitting on the couch, controllers in hand. Nagatoro looked up, her face perfectly composed, though her eyes held a lingering, hazy glow. "Oh, hi Grandma!" Nagatoro chirped. "I was just showing this gross old man how to play a video game. He’s totally pathetic! I’ve been beating him for an hour straight. Right, **paisen**?" The man chuckled. "She’s right, dear. She’s quite the handful. I think I’ve learned my lesson today." But the day was only the beginning. Later that night, while the house was silent and her grandmother was fast asleep, the door to Nagatoro's room creaked open. He slipped inside, his heavy shadow falling across her bed. He was relentless, taking her again and again in the dark. By the end of the weekend, he had come inside her 16 times, leaving her body feeling heavy and constantly filled with him. As her grandmother went into the kitchen to prepare tea on Sunday afternoon, Nagatoro leaned in close to the man, her voice dropping to a low, raspy whisper. "Hey, gross old man... I still feel you dripping inside me. Is it okay if I come back next week for another 'gaming session'?"'
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Weekend at Grandma ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "The "Close Friends" Paradox 📱💔✨"
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The "Close Friends" Paradox 📱💔✨

cef_ultra
AI art 'Mahiru Casting' with user description 'The tropical humidity of Jabberwock Island was suffocating as Mahiru Koizumi stood in the shadow of the Monokuma Rock. Across from her, Junko Enoshima leaned back against a jagged stone, her eyes dancing with a manic, bored hunger. She wasn't just a participant in the game; she was the architect, the voice behind the bear, and the one holding Mahiru’s entire past in her hands. "You're so responsible, Mahiru-chan," Junko drawled, tossing a thick folder of Mahiru’s childhood photos—the only ones left of her late mother—over a small fire pit. "But being 'big sister' is just a mask for how much you fear being used. I don't need to tell Monokuma anything. I *am* the despair you're running from. If you want these memories back before they turn to ash, you’re going to give me a show that proves you’re nothing more than a fleshy prop." Junko reached into a bag and tossed a garment at Mahiru’s feet. It was a transparent, mesh-string bikini that offered zero coverage, meant only to highlight every inch of her skin. "Put it on. We’re going to the beach, and I’ve invited fifty 'Islander NPCs' who are very, very hungry for a freckled little toy." The negotiation was a slaughter. Mahiru, desperate to save the only link to her mother, stepped into the water under the pale moon, her body fully visible through the clear fabric. The fifty men were already there, a wall of shadowed, silent muscle. As soon as she stepped onto the sand, she was swarmed. The ordeal was a masterpiece of sensory destruction. Mahiru was immediately seized, dozens of hands grabbing and gropping her freckled body, their fingers digging into her pale skin as they fought for a piece of her. The transparent bikini was a cruel joke, drawing their eyes to exactly where they intended to invade. "Please... there's so many of you..." Mahiru’s plea was cut short as a man forced himself into her mouth, gagging her with his girth. It was a systematic hollowing. At any given moment, she was being filled by three men—one in her mouth, one in her pussy, and one stretching her anal passage to its absolute limit. The scale was staggering. As each man finished, he was instantly replaced. Mahiru was a communal vessel, a raw, aching piece of meat being processed by a relentless assembly line. The men gropped her breasts and thighs, their rough palms reddening her freckled skin until she was a map of their collective greed. By the fourth hour, the "responsible" girl was gone. In her place was a sobbing, arching mess. The friction of the sand and the relentless, heavy-caliber intrusions turned her core into a throbbing, distended void. She felt the rhythmic, animalistic thud of fifty men’s lust, her anatomy forced to accommodate diameters it was never meant to house. The bukkake sessions were the final insult; every few minutes, a group would surround her, drenching her face and her transparent bikini in a cooling, white deluge that blinded her. She was a living monument to submission, a "Big Sister" reduced to a leaking orifice. When dawn broke, the men vanished, leaving Mahiru collapsed on the shoreline. Her legs trembled violently, and her core felt like an empty, ruined hall, her body permanently loosened and inflamed. Junko stepped onto the sand, her heels sinking into the grit. She looked down at Mahiru—covered in filth, her freckled body bruised and leaking, the transparent bikini ruined and hanging off one hip—and let out a delighted, jagged laugh. "Wow, Mahiru! You really are just a hole after all!" Junko giggled, tossing the folder of photos onto the sand. "You look so *despair-inducing*! I love how the 'Ultimate Photographer' ended up as the 'Ultimate Beach Whore.' Seeing fifty men use you like a public utility was the highlight of my week!" Mahiru reached for the photos with a shaky hand, her voice a hollow, broken rasp. "I... I have her back." She looked at the ocean, the evidence of fifty men leaking from her ravaged body and staining the pristine sand. "I thought I captured the world... but tonight, the world finally captured me. I’m not a sister anymore. I’m just a hole the island used and discarded."'
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Mahiru Casting

blackhairedstudent
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waars
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waars
AI art "A night to Remember"
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A night to Remember

blackhairedstudent
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waars
AI art 'Temari ❤️'
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Temari ❤️

blackhairedstudent
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