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dreamerofdreams

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I love incorporating ideas from comments into future posts. I'm overflowing with credits, let me know what you want! Like, comment and follow for more! @mention me anytime, or DM me on the Discord.

Just a lover of hentai/porn/art. Mostly I enjoy furry/anthro, futa and messy stuff, but I can certainly like other things. Also I love fantasy and GOBLINS, hehe. Hope you like this stuff, it's fun to see my imagination in an image! Never be afraid to let your freak out, it's what makes you special :)

Chaos Gods: Monster Girl Slaanesh, Khorne, Nurgle and Tzeentch

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Just learning the ropes and trying to make enjoyable content for everyone🤗

Rebecca getting creampied

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herlin

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Hi guys, i'm Herlin 🍄 I love playing with anime girls, try to find your waifu here ❤️ I like feet (a lot) , any type of kinks, fetish, weird positions and a lot of bondage 😶‍🌫️ If you want to say something please don't be shy and leave a comment under my last post, i will reply in minutes ❣️

Nagatoro sweaty feet after run - Video

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blackhairedstudent

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Hey guys, if you enjoyed some of my works give a like and follow.. if you really liked it comment something, participate, don't be shy... And if you want some posts with a especific girl just comment in one of my posts that i will try to make it. Thanks for being here and enjoy the ride ❤️

$AI art 'Junko Slut ❤️' with user description '### The Architecture of Absolute Boredom Junko Enoshima was bored. It was a cosmic, suffocating boredom that no ordinary thrill could cure. To her, hope was predictable, and conventional despair had become a routine. She needed a crucible—an experiment of absolute vulnerability to see if she could finally lose control. She orchestrated the scenario with mathematical precision, commanding her sister, Mukuro Ikusaba, to act as the warden of her self-imposed purgatory. The setting was a derelict, subterranean concrete chamber, stripped of all comfort. Junko had herself chained to the cold stone floor, completely defenseless, electing to remain there uninterrupted for nine grueling months. Mukuro stood guard at the single iron door, an immovable shield. The rules of the experiment were absolute: The Invitation: Word was leaked to the remnants of the outside world. Anyone could enter, one by one, for precisely ten minutes. The Crowd: Two distinct factions gathered. First, the vengeful—those who had lost everything to Junko’s machinations. Second, the fanatics—the broken souls who idolized her chaos. The Security: Mukuro ruthlessly screened every visitor with a metal detector. Junko wanted to experience their raw emotion, but she forbade them from ending her life prematurely. If anyone crossed the line to an assassination attempt, Mukuro’s blade silenced them instantly. The Nine-Month Crucible For 270 days, the cycle never paused. A relentless line of over a hundred people waited outside the door every single day. There were no breaks, no pauses for rest. Junko allowed herself only the bare minimum of sustenance, fed to her by Mukuro while the visitors unleashed their fury, grief, and twisted adoration upon her. The treatment she endured was entirely primal; the crowd stripped away her humanity, treating her as nothing more than an object or an animal for their consumption. They defaced her skin, using ink to scrawl derogatory insults like "slut" and "free use" across her body to mark her complete subjugation. The demand was so relentless that many men, after their ten minutes expired, immediately ran back to the end of the line just to experience her vulnerability again. The air in the chamber grew thick with the heavy weight of human malice. The hateful struck her, cursed her name, and tried to break her spirit through sheer physical and psychological dominance. Every ten minutes, a new face, a new form of aggression, and a new wave of intense human energy washed over her. The Aftermath of the Masses By the time the final hour of the ninth month ticked away, the statistics of the nightmare were staggering. Operating continuously at six participants per hour, 24 hours a day, for 270 days, Junko had been used by exactly 38,880 men. When the heavy iron doors were finally shut and the chains unlocked, the physical reality of what she had endured settled in. Her lower body was in ruins—crimson, incredibly swollen, and aching beyond human imagination from the non-stop friction and brutality of nearly 40,000 individuals. Her internal biology had been completely overwhelmed by the sheer volume of what had been left inside her. It took four agonizing hours of physical strain for her body to finally purge the massive amount of fluids accumulated from the endless rotation of men. The Verdict of the Ultimate Despair Mukuro knelt beside Junko, tending to her fractured, bruised, and leaking form, waiting for the grand revelation. She expected Junko to be radiant with the euphoria of a new, profound layer of despair. After all, she had subjected herself to the ultimate degradation at the hands of the masses. Junko slowly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the stained concrete ceiling. She didn't laugh. She didn't cry. "Is that it?" Junko whispered, her voice raspy but hollow. She analyzed the past nine months with her analytical mind. The violence of the vengeful had been entirely predictable; their anger followed a basic script of grief. The devotion of her followers was equally mundane, nothing more than weak minds clinging to a monolith. Even the physical extremity of the ordeal had eventually blurred into a monotonous rhythm. In the end, the grand experiment had failed to deliver the transcendent despair she craved. As she lay there, feeling the lingering ache of a thousand bitter encounters, Junko realized the terrifying truth of her existence: she felt no profound horror. She felt only a lingering, base stimulation—and an overwhelming, inescapable boredom'$