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AI art "From mermaid to maid."
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From mermaid to maid.

zuzul
AI art 'Nami Cosplay'
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Nami Cosplay

barry915
AI art 'Snow Gangbang' with user description 'Some hot cold scenes ❤️'
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Snow Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art '2...'
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2...

warmicestudios
AI art '1k Followers ❤️' with user description 'Thanks guys ❤️ here is one of favourites (and best work) so far. I would apreciate if you like and comment what was you favourite photo.. it cost at least 250 credits to make 😞 (because of the feet one) Well, enjoy have a nice fap The art room was bathed in the warm, orange glow of the late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the easels and scattered sketches. Naoto, or "Senpai" as he was perpetually known, had stepped out to clear some space in the storage closet, leaving Nagatoro and the visiting Marin Kitagawa alone. Marin had stopped by to consult on a potential cosplay project, but the conversation had quickly shifted as Nagatoro observed the way the blonde girl’s eyes lingered on Senpai’s back whenever he moved. "You’re totally staring, Kitagawa-san," Nagatoro teased, her signature mischievous grin stretching across her face as she leaned against a desk. Marin jumped, her face turning a shade of pink that rivaled the sunset. "W-What? No, I was just looking at the... the perspective in his drawing! It’s really impressive!" Nagatoro let out a sharp, feline cackle. "Liar! You’ve been thirsty for my gross Senpai since you walked in. It’s written all over your face." She walked closer, her eyes narrowing with a playful, predatory glint. "But I don't blame you. He’s surprisingly... capable, once you get past all the stammering." Marin fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, her heart racing. "Is it that obvious? He’s just so dedicated to his craft, and he’s actually really kind. I didn't think you’d be so open about it, Nagatoro-san." "Well, I’m the only one allowed to bully him," Nagatoro said, her tone shifting slightly. She stepped into Marin’s personal space, lowering her voice. "But honestly? He’s been working so hard lately. I think he needs a real reward. Something that’ll blow that shy little mind of his. And I’ve been thinking... I wouldn't mind sharing the fun if it’s with someone who actually appreciates him." Marin’s eyes widened, her breath catching. "Sharing? You mean... a threesome? With Senpai?" "Why not?" Nagatoro shrugged, though her blush was starting to match Marin’s. "Think about it. Two girls like us, giving him the best experience of his life. He’d probably faint from the shock, but once he gets going, he’s a lot more intense than he looks. Don't tell me you haven't imagined it." Marin’s mind raced. She thought about Naoto’s steady hands, his quiet intensity, and the way he looked when he was focused. The idea of being with him, guided by Nagatoro’s fearless energy, sent a jolt of heat through her. "I... I have. But I didn't want to overstep. He’s your Senpai." "He is," Nagatoro whispered, leaning in to Marin’s ear. "Which is why I’m inviting you. It’ll be a masterpiece, Kitagawa. Much better than any cosplay photo. We can show him exactly how much we like him. Together." The door creaked open, and Naoto walked back in, wiping dust from his hands. "Okay, I cleared out the—" He stopped mid-sentence, sensing the heavy, electric atmosphere in the room. Both girls were staring at him, their faces flushed and their eyes bright with a shared, secret intent. "Senpai~" Nagatoro chirped, walking over and grabbing his arm. "Kitagawa-san and I were just discussing a new art project. A live study. And we decided we need you as the center of it." Before Naoto could protest, Marin stepped forward, her initial hesitation replaced by a bold, nervous excitement. "She’s right, Senpai. I really want to... participate. If that’s okay with you?" The confusion on Naoto’s face didn't last long as the girls began to lead him toward the large lounge chair in the corner of the room. The transition from teasing to reality was seamless. Nagatoro took the lead, her hands moving with a possessive confidence, while Marin followed, her touch gentle but eager. The art room became a sanctuary of shared heat. They shared Senpai’s cock with a frantic, coordinated hunger, Nagatoro’s experienced playfulness perfectly complementing Marin’s genuine, overflowing passion. Naoto was overwhelmed, his senses pushed to their absolute limit as he was worshipped by both girls. The evening turned into a blur of tangled limbs and whispered praise, a masterpiece of intimacy that left all three of them breathless and utterly satisfied in the fading light.'
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1k Followers ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Hot chocolate"
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Hot chocolate

zuzul
AI art "Summer Babes - Team Cyndel"
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Summer Babes - Team Cyndel

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AI art "Anal is so romantic"
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Anal is so romantic

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AI art "Streaming on OnlyWaifus?"
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Streaming on OnlyWaifus?

octavian
AI art 'Praying ❤️' with user description 'The campfire crackled softly between them, casting flickering orange shadows against the ancient ruins where they had made camp. Frieren was focused on a tattered grimoire, searching for a spell that supposedly removed moss from stone. Fern sat opposite her, fastidiously polishing her staff. After a long silence, she looked up, her expression as stoic as ever. "Mistress Frieren," Fern began, her voice clinical. "Do you remember the 'Church of the Eternal Font' we passed near the Auberst border? They offered a trial for mana expansion." Frieren didn't look up. "Mana is built through decades of study, Fern. Gimmicks are useless." "It wasn't a gimmick," Fern countered. "They told me that if a mage could remain in continuous, focused prayer for exactly three hours, their mana capacity would permanently expand. But there was a catch—the 'Testing of the Flesh.' The priests were permitted to do anything to break my concentration, provided they didn't use violence or magic." Frieren finally closed her book, curious. "And you accepted?" "I wanted to be stronger for you," Fern replied. "So, I entered the sanctum, knelt on the cold marble, and began the chant." Fern took a deep breath, her hands tightening on her staff. She began to describe the ordeal with a detached, rhythmic cadence. "The first hour was psychological, but then they began to touch. They removed my boots and used their tongues and soft feathers to lick and tickle my feet. It was an agonizing sensation, but I did not move. When they realized my spirit was firm, they became invasive. They stripped my robes. One priest knelt before me, forcing his member into my mouth for a deepthroat so intense I was gagging, my eyes watering from the pressure. I kept the prayer vibrating in my chest, even as he finished, his seed coating the back of my throat." Fern’s voice remained flat, despite the harrowing detail. "Then came the physical intrusion. I was pushed onto my hands and knees. One priest entered me from behind while another took my front—a double penetration that felt like I was being torn apart. They were relentless, using their fingers to stimulate me while hammering into my body, trying to force a scream from my lips. They used my body as a vessel for their lust. Licking every inch of my skin, biting my ears, and eventually, several gathered for a bukkake. I felt the warm, sticky weight of their release hitting my face and hair. They even used my anal passage, a searing intrusion that made my breath hitch. But I remembered your lessons. I treated the sensations as nothing more than external noise." Fern looked Frieren directly in the eyes. "For three hours, I was a statue. When the final bell chimed, they stopped. I stood up, cleaned myself with a cantrip, and walked out." "And?" Frieren asked softly. "I felt it," Fern said, a small ghost of a smile appearing. "A violent expansion. My mana capacity is significantly larger now. It was the most difficult training I have ever endured." Frieren was quiet for a long time. Then, she reached out and patted Fern’s head with clumsy affection. "You really are a pervert about magic, Fern," Frieren said with a hint of pride. "To go that far just for power... you’re starting to remind me of Master Flamme." Fern huffed, her familiar pout returning. "It was a calculated decision, Mistress Frieren." "If you say so," Frieren murmured, reopening her book. "But next time, ask me. I have a spell for mana growth that involves bitter herbs. It’s much less... messy." "Now you tell me," Fern muttered, returning to her polishing as the secret finally settled in the quiet night air.'
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Praying ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money 8 (ft. Captain Nemesis)"
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Cyndel Vale needs money 8 (ft. Captain Nemesis)

octavian
AI art 'Posing on Beach' with user description 'Bigboi69 asked for a nagatoro solo on a beach.'
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Posing on Beach

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Chika Dark Fantasy"
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Chika Dark Fantasy

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Annie Revisiting'
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Annie Revisiting

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Fern Gangbang"
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Fern Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art "2000!"
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2000!

cef_ultra
AI art "A Nightclub Memory"
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A Nightclub Memory

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AI art 'Fun at school' with user description 'Marin Kitagawa and Yukino Yukinoshita participating in some extracurricular work.'
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Fun at school

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AI art "Maomao"
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Maomao

zuzul
AI art '🙂 Girls stripping...' with user description '@warmicestudios @parda @zuzul @bad77 @cef_ultra pick one! Or two! 😏'
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🙂 Girls stripping...

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