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AI art '😻 Cat games, 2nd Night' with user description 'What do my kitties do when I'm not at home? 😺 Yeah, they play 😺'
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😻 Cat games, 2nd Night

peterco
AI art "🌸A girl's moment"
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🌸A girl's moment

peterco
AI art "Public bath 2"
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Public bath 2

zuzul
AI art 'Overwatch girls feeling themselves'
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Overwatch girls feeling themselves

dreadcaptjames
AI art '🌟100th POST SPECIAL COMPILATION🌟' with user description 'HEEEEEEEELLO GUYS 🌟🌟🌟🌟 THIS IS MY 100th POST!!! For this special occasion i made a compilation with some of my favorite posts i made along the way! You can find here all yours (and mine) favourites and most iconic waifus! ❤️​ Nakano Miku, Raphtalia, Nagatoro, May, Frieren, Fern, Boa Hancock, Jasmine, Hinata, Asui, Toph and many more! Thank you guys for always supporting me i hope you will keep enjoy my content everyday ❤️​ Please share some love in the comment section of this post ❤️​'
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🌟100th POST SPECIAL COMPILATION🌟

herlin
AI art 'Art Room Gangbang' with user description 'The flyers for the special Sunday seminar had been posted outside the art room for a week, and Hayase Nagatoro, despite her usual chaotic energy, had signed her name with genuine intent. She wanted to improve her sketches, perhaps to surprise a certain upperclassman with a portrait that didn't rely on her usual exaggerated, cartoonish teasing. The advertisement promised instruction from a collective of independent, seasoned art masters. What it neglected to mention was the specific nature of the curriculum. When Nagatoro arrived at the isolated campus annex that Sunday morning, the atmosphere was heavy and unfamiliar. The blinds were drawn tightly against the daylight, and the scent of turpentine was masked by a thick, musky odor. Standing around the easels were five men, all of them far older, rough-featured, and unkempt, looking entirely out of place in a high school setting. "Ah, our model has arrived," the eldest one murmured, his voice a low, raspy drawl that immediately made the hair on Nagatoro’s arms stand up. Nagatoro blinked, her usual smug grin faltering. "Model? Wait, I signed up to take the class, not to be looked at." She stepped back toward the heavy wooden door. "I think there’s been a mistake. I’m leaving." "Now, now, don't be hasty," another instructor said, moving with surprising speed to block her path. His face was weathered and harsh, but his voice carried a smooth, persuasive cadence. "The best way to understand art is to become the art. True mastery requires vulnerability. You signed the registry, didn't you? A real artist doesn't run away from the medium." Nagatoro hesitated, her fingers twitching against her school bag. The situation felt wrong, dark, and entirely outside her comfort zone, yet beneath the initial spark of panic, a strange, illicit thrill began to hum in her chest. She was used to being the provocateur, the one who dictated the boundaries of discomfort. To find herself suddenly cornered by men who completely disregarded her status was uniquely intoxicating. "Fine," she scoffed, recovering her sharp, feline expression. She crossed her arms, trying to mask the slight trembling of her knees. "But if your drawings look like garbage, I’m out of here." She stepped onto the raised wooden platform in the center of the room. The men took their places behind the easels, their eyes locked onto her with a intensity that felt almost physical. For the first hour, the only sound was the scratching of charcoal against paper. But as the temperature in the room rose, the atmosphere shifted from academic to predatory. The lead instructor laid down his charcoal, his eyes narrowing as he unbuckled his belt. Slowly, he pulled his penis from his pants, the stark, vulgar reality of the gesture cutting through the silence of the room. Following his lead, the other four men did the same, exposing themselves to the teenager standing on the stage. Nagatoro’s eyes widened, but instead of screaming, her defense mechanism kicked in. She let out a sharp, mocking laugh, her classic "noodly" arms flailing as she pointed at them. "Gross! What is wrong with you old guys? You look completely pathetic! Is this what you call 'art'?" She turned to grab her clothes, determined to push past them. "This is way too creepy, even for me. I’m done." Before she could step off the platform, a pair of thick, calloused hands gripped her shoulders. The largest of the men, smelling of stale sweat and tobacco, held her firmly in place. Nagatoro twisted, her heart hammering against her ribs, but her struggles only seemed to fuel their resolve. "You're not going anywhere, little girl," the man whispered, his rough fingers slipping beneath her top to cup her breasts, squeezing with an unrefined force that made her gasp. Another hand reached down, sliding between her thighs to press directly against her panties, finding the sudden, betraying moisture that had gathered there despite her mockery. "Look at you," the lead instructor whispered, leaning close enough for her to feel his hot breath. "You're terrified, but you're already wet. You want this. You want to see what real men can do to a loud little brat like you." They kept touching her, their hands mapping her body with a coarse, relentless persistence, completely ignoring her insults until the insults died in her throat. The physical contact, combined with the sheer ugliness and dominance of the men, broke through her final defenses. The fear inverted into a desperate, overwhelming craving. She stopped fighting, her eyes growing glazed as she nodded, entirely convinced. The class dissolved into a chaotic, rhythmic frenzy. The five men moved onto the platform, stripping her completely and using her body as their communal canvas. Nagatoro was forced onto all fours, her hands gripping the edges of the wooden stage as they took turns from every angle, filling her with their collective heat. The rhythm was brutal and unyielding, a complete gangbang that left her trembling.'
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Art Room Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
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Tanpa Tajuk

chainny
AI art "100 Followers"
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100 Followers

smut317
AI art "Pool Quickie"
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Pool Quickie

soulsociety75
AI art 'Chapter 6: “The aftermath”' with user description 'A sad trumpet plays slow tunes in the background as a piano fills the air with melodic keys. The smoke of a cigarette exits through an open window dancing carelessly into the city night. We come through the window to the Inside of an apartment that has not heard a single sound in the past 3 days, except for those of moaning and ecstasy produced by a lonely woman. We see Detective 1st class, Pearl Jennings, smoking a cigarette sitting by the window. ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ - “It’s been 3 days since my encounter with that catgirl. Commissioner gave everybody 1 day to cool down, he gave me 3. No other element came that close to a catgirl that day. And I haven’t stoped thinking about it. Never had I experienced something like that before: Extreme fear and sexual arousal. For the past 3 days I cannot get those images out of my head nor my hands away from myself. Even while sleeping, I’m haunted by the sensation of her tongue inside me and the softness of her paws caressing me. Memories of that moment just keep coming back. Thinking about it now gets me excited one more time. 3 days I’ve been inside my apartment not wanting to go out. All I want is to touch myself... and feel her again.” ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ (To be continued…)'
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Chapter 6: “The aftermath”

warmicestudios
AI art 'Chapter #02 "GAMES OF MORPHEUS". Emi. part 15.'
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Chapter #02 "GAMES OF MORPHEUS". Emi. part 15.

dreamwalker
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 'Fern Strategy' with user description 'The Northern Plateau was a place of biting winds and jagged stone, but today, the air felt suffocatingly heavy. Fern stood at the edge of a frozen clearing, her staff held firmly in both hands. Opposite her stood a creature that defied the logic of the grimoires she had spent years studying under Frieren’s tutelage. It was a Great Orc—a towering wall of muscle and grey-green skin, adorned with ritualistic scars that glowed with a faint, obsidian light. "**Zoltraak**," Fern whispered, her voice steady. A beam of concentrated mana streaked across the clearing, aimed directly at the beast’s chest. Usually, such a spell would pierce even the thickest hide, but as the bolt struck the Orc, it didn't explode. It shattered. The mana dissipated into harmless sparks, sliding off the creature’s skin like water off a polished stone. The Orc let out a guttural laugh, a sound that rumbled in the depths of its massive chest. "Magic... useless," it grunted. "My skin... the Void’s Blessing. No spell touches me." Fern stepped back, her mind racing. She realized that the "Void’s Blessing" was a hungry absorption. The Orc was taking in her mana and converting it into a raw, biological drive. The more she fought with traditional means, the more aggressive and "heated" the creature became. Its eyes were no longer focused on combat; they were glazed with a primal, suffocating lust. "I see," Fern murmured, her face remaining stoic despite the heat rising in her cheeks. "If I cannot destroy your body with distance, I will force it to its limit with contact." She didn't cast an attack. Instead, she dropped her staff and channeled a high-frequency sensory spell—a "**Pleasure Amplification**" charm. Normally, it required physical contact, but the Orc’s own mana-absorption field acted as a bridge. As the Orc lunged, Fern didn't flee. She stepped into its personal space. The lead Orc’s massive hands clamped onto Fern’s waist, the contrast between his rough, green skin and her delicate frame highlighting the sheer scale of the task. She realized that to truly overload him, she needed to use the most sensitive conduits available. She turned, pressing her soft, rounded ass against the front of the Orc’s massive, throbbing arousal. The sensation was a wall of heat, but she didn’t flinch. She began to move. Using the charm, she turned her own skin into a magical conduit. Every rhythmic grind of her ass against him wasn't just a physical act; it was a magical surge. She felt his mana-shield drinking in the sensation, and she pushed back, her curves molding against his grotesque bulk. The Orc’s breath hitched, a deep, rattling sound. Not satisfied with the speed of his decline, Fern shifted, guiding his massive length to her pussy. The entry was a staggering shock of scale, stretching her to her absolute limit, but she maintained her stoic focus. She wrapped her internal muscles around him, pulsing with magical energy. With every thrust, she injected a concentrated burst of sensory mana directly into his core. The feedback loop was catastrophic. The sensation of being inside her, combined with the inverted magical attack, was too much. His eyes rolled back, and his knees finally gave out. He let out a deafening roar as he reached his breaking point. A massive, hot release filled her, a testament to the energy he had absorbed. He came three times in a violent, shivering blur before slumping into the snow, completely incapacitated. "How pathetic," Fern whispered, her usual deadpan expression returning as she adjusted her sleeve. But her relief was short-lived. The mountain air was suddenly filled with the heavy thud of dozens of footsteps. One by one, more Great Orcs stepped into the clearing—a literal horde of at least twenty of them. They looked down at their fallen kin, then turned their hunger-filled gazes toward Fern. Their obsidian scars began to glow in anticipation of the mana she possessed. "So," Fern whispered, her voice barely a tremor. "The 'Void's Blessing' is the standard for the whole tribe. And they're all as hungry as the first one." The lead Orc, a scarred beast with a belly that hung over his fur, stepped forward, his nostrils flaring as he caught her scent. "Girl-mage... defeated the scout," he rumbled. "But we... we are starving." Fern gripped her staff, her mind already calculating the hours of work ahead of her. She knew that to survive, she would have to repeat the process, using her ass and her pussy to satisfy every single one of them until they collapsed. "This is going to be incredibly bothersome," she muttered, looking at the twenty massive monsters closing in. "It’s going to be a long night... and it’s going to be very hard to satisfy them all." ..'
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Fern Strategy

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Chapter #02 "GAMES OF MORPHEUS". Amy. part 4."
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Chapter #02 "GAMES OF MORPHEUS". Amy. part 4.

dreamwalker
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Naruto girls

aleda
AI art "The new Job"
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The new Job

classyrestrain
AI art "Maomao solo"
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Maomao solo

zuzul
AI art 'Chapter #02 "GAMES OF MORPHEUS". Aiko. part 13.'
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Chapter #02 "GAMES OF MORPHEUS". Aiko. part 13.

dreamwalker
AI art "Aqua and kairi fisting"
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Aqua and kairi fisting

marisetogaya
AI art 'Asahina in pool ❤️'
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Asahina in pool ❤️

blackhairedstudent
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