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AI art "Pip Tests"
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Pip Tests

goobygubby
AI art 'Cherry Bomb: Station House Deal (Part III)' with user description 'From the thrill of the ride to the chill of the cell, Cherry's night was anything but ordinary. Handcuffed and facing charges, even her playful spirit seemed momentarily tamed. But Officer Warmice, seeing more than just a reckless speedster, approached with an offer that sparked a new kind of game. Cherry, initially hesitant, soon realized this wasn't about being caught—it was about bending the rules to her will. Her shyness melted away, replaced by the audacious charm that makes her 'Cherry Bomb.' The cell, once a prison, became a stage for a daring negotiation. Detective Petrerco, drawn by the sounds, watched the scene unfold, his own desires ignited. What began as a negotiation quickly escalated into a raw, uninhibited act, blurring every line of decency. Later, with her clothes slightly disheveled and a triumphant glint in her eyes, Cherry roared away on her motorcycle. Free, exhilarated, and leaving behind two very compromised officers. She wanted new thrills, and the station certainly delivered. Some rules are just meant to be broken.'
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Cherry Bomb: Station House Deal (Part III)

cef_ultra
AI art 'Fire Force'
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Fire Force

deathmask123
AI art "Don't be shy Cherry!"
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Don't be shy Cherry!

cef_ultra
AI art 'Maomao Gangbang' with user description 'The tea in the official’s cup hadn't just been bitter; it had been lethal. In the delicate, treacherous ecosystem of the Rear Palace and the surrounding capital, Maomao was usually the one uncovering poisons, not administering them. However, when a high-ranking magistrate’s greed began to starve the very district that raised her—threatening the lives of the "sisters" at the Verdigris House and the old man who taught her the healing arts—Maomao’s pragmatism shifted into something far more clinical and cold. The crime was meticulously planned. Maomao knew the properties of the *Datura* flower and the refined toxins of the pufferfish better than any court physician. She didn't seek a quick death for the magistrate; she sought a public, agonizing display of his own corruption. She had slipped into his manor under the guise of a wandering herbalist, her freckled face hidden by a commoner’s hood. With the steady hand of a surgeon, she had laced his private supply of "invigorating" tonics with a slow-acting neurotoxin that would mimic the symptoms of the very plague he had refused to fund the medicine for. She was caught not because of a mistake in her chemistry, but because of a rare moment of lingering. She had paused to reclaim a specific, rare mortar and pestle—a tool from her father—and the magistrate’s elite guard, returning early from a patrol, found her in the private study. The official was already convulsing on the floor, his skin turning a sickly shade of grey. Maomao didn't struggle. She simply looked at the dying man with the same detached curiosity she used when dissecting a rare insect. Because the magistrate was a cousin to the regional governor, the retribution was swift and designed to humiliate. Usually, a woman of her status would be sent to a labor camp or executed, but the governor, in a fit of sadistic creativity, declared her crime so "unnatural" and "aggressive" that she should be treated as a common male insurgent. There were no female facilities in this remote provincial outpost. Thus, Maomao was sentenced to the Black Iron Stockade—a sprawling, subterranean fortress that served as the region's only male prison. The heavy iron doors groaned as they shut behind her, the sound echoing like a tombstone settling into place. Maomao was stripped of her herbalist robes and given a tattered, oversized tunic. As she was led down the damp, torch-lit corridors, the air changed. It became thick with the smell of unwashed bodies, stale grain, and the predatory heat of hundreds of men who hadn't seen a woman in years. The guards didn't put her in a private cell; they led her to the central block, where the most hardened criminals and the most bored wardens resided. The "punishment" was understood without being spoken. In a place where men were reduced to animals, Maomao was the only scrap of humanity left to tear apart. She looked at the rows of iron bars, her cat-like eyes reflecting the flicker of the torches. She knew medicine, and she knew the human body—how it broke, how it bled, and how it sought release. As the first guard unlocked the communal gate and shoved her inside, the shadows moved. The final descent into the abyss of the Black Iron Stockade was a cacophony of flesh and desperation that defied the laws of the Empire. Within hours of her arrival, the hierarchy of the prison had reoriented itself around her small, defiant frame. The guards and the inmates, usually separated by bars and bitterness, found a common, carnal purpose in her presence. Maomao was forced onto a rough wooden table in the center of the common room, her legs forced wide as a line of men—thieves, murderers, and the very wardens meant to watch them—vied for a turn. The air was filled with the rhythmic slapping of skin and the guttural grunts of dozens of men reaching their limits. She was passed from the calloused hands of a coal-thief to the iron grip of the lead jailer, her body used as a communal vessel for their collective lust. They took her in shifts, filling her mouth, her pussy, and her ass until she was slick with a layer of sweat and spent seed that coated her from head to toe. As one man finished, erupting deep inside her, two more were waiting to take his place, their gigantic, starved members demanding her attention. The apothecary’s daughter, who once spent her days measuring drops of poison, now found herself drowning in a sea of male heat, serving an endless cycle of convicts and captors in a relentless, exhausting gangbang that turned the prison floor into a slick, musk-filled arena of total violation.'
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Maomao Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
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Mime 2

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AI art "Feetdesday Extended! - April 08, 2026"
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Feetdesday Extended! - April 08, 2026

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AI art "pixel MILFS"
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pixel MILFS

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nemehun
AI art 'Pip's First Extras!' with user description 'Here are those extras I promised! There were so many good paizuri gens, for some reason the model was LOCKED IN on those. These were mainly cut for minor inconsistencies (like giving her stockings randomly), not wanting too much repetition, or simply a better gen came up. I could honestly maybe even do 2 extra sets, but I think 1 should be fine. Enjoy, and long live Pip! :3'
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Pip's First Extras!

goobygubby
AI art "yoshizawa kasumi-horny policewoman"
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yoshizawa kasumi-horny policewoman

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AI art 'One chained'
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One chained

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kujo jolyne jojo 2

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