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earth (planet)

earth (planet)

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AI art "The Final Frontier"
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The Final Frontier

octavian
AI art "Miko Slut ❤️"
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Miko Slut ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Psychedelic dream"
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Psychedelic dream

zuzul
AI art 'A Date With Ember' with user description 'Today’s date partner is the crafty and expressive Ember. Ember would call herself a mechanic. Her customers might prefer to call her a gremlin. She knows her way around a second hand appliance, an old car, or a dusty old robot like no one else, but she’s just as likely to break something and offer you a discount as she is to fix it good as new. And your fridge might have a voice box with a posh British accent by the time she’s done with it. Still, what she lacks in consistency she makes up with aggressive confidence. When things stick to her mental script, that is. Catch her off guard or unprepared and you’ll get to see her shy side. Or you’ll get threatened with a power tool if she’s feeling extra embarrassed. (New OC debut! We’ll be seeing more of her and our final girl in my later stuff.)'
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A Date With Ember

usagi77
AI art "🏳️‍🌈 Journey Across The Rainbow 🏳️‍🌈"
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🏳️‍🌈 Journey Across The Rainbow 🏳️‍🌈

terror2
AI art 'Shiny Space Lesbians'
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Shiny Space Lesbians

foxmesmer
AI art 'Chapter#01, The Chosen: sofi. part 6.' with user description 'And don't forget, if you see something strange, it's because all of this is just a dream...'
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Chapter#01, The Chosen: sofi. part 6.

dreamwalker
AI art 'Silver Wolf Leveling Up'
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Silver Wolf Leveling Up

tsukiyomi420
AI art 'Monaca ❤️' with user description 'The silence of the void was absolute, broken only by the rhythmic, mechanical hiss of Monaca’s life support as her escape pod drifted toward a hulking, rusted silhouette. It was an abandoned freighter, a relic of a forgotten war. Low on oxygen and with her hydration packs bone-dry, Monaca docked with a desperate prayer to the stars, her hands shaking as she forced the airlock cycles. Inside, the air was stale, smelling of ozone and ancient dust. In the mess hall, she found them: six men, their skin sallow from years of isolation. They were the stranded remnants of a dying crew. "Food... water..." Monaca rasped, her throat feeling like it was lined with broken glass. The men looked at her with a terrifying hunger. The leader stepped forward. "We have supplies, girl. But we haven't seen a woman since the stars stopped being familiar. If you want to eat, you’re going to have to give us something we’ve forgotten the touch of." Monaca froze. She was hesitant, the "Ultimate Mage" within her recoiling. But looking at the empty abyss outside, she realized this was likely the last time she would ever see human men. **She thought to herself that if she was destined to die in the cold reaches of space, this might be her only chance to ever truly know what sex felt like—to experience the primal heat she had only ever observed from a distance.** "Fine," she whispered. "But you’re filthy. You’ll use the ship’s water to shower and remove every scrap of hair from your bodies. I want to feel the warmth of humans, not the grit of a graveyard." The men obeyed with frantic energy. An hour later, they returned to the central bay, smooth and shivering. Monaca was waiting, her small frame looking fragile against the cold machinery. As she lay back on a metal medical table, the leader knelt between her legs. He stared in genuine, tearful awe. "My god," he breathed. "Your pussy... it’s the most beautiful thing in the galaxy. It’s the only part of this ship that’s alive." The worship quickly turned into a frantic, dual assault. Before Monaca could prepare, two men moved in tandem. She let out a choked gasp as she felt the simultaneous stretch of two dicks forcing their way into her pussy at the same time. The combined girth was staggering, filling her anatomy to its absolute, agonizing limit. They began a synchronized, rhythmic hammering driven by primal need. The sensation of being doubled, her internal walls crushed by their collective weight, sent shockwaves through her. It was a brutal reclamation of life. The other four men crowded around her, their smooth bodies forming a wall of heat. They used her mouth and hands, ensuring every inch of the "Ultimate Mage" was occupied. "Just let us feel you," one begged, his hairless chest slick with sweat. "Let us remember what it’s like to not be alone." Monaca closed her eyes, the cold metal beneath her and the heat above merging into one reality. She was a flickering candle in a hurricane of male need. As they filled her to the point of overflowing, her pussy distended and aching under the dual-caliber assault, she realized the price of survival was the total surrender of her body to the void's final, starving inhabitants. **However, as the nights bled into weeks, the despair that had driven Monaca to the ship began to transform. She realized that returning to the lonely world she knew held no appeal compared to the absolute, worshipful attention she received here. She made a choice: she would stay. She would become the living heart of this derelict vessel.** **Over time, a strict and carnal routine was established to keep the peace among the crew. A schedule was drafted to ensure Monaca was never lonely and the men were never starved of her touch. From Monday to Saturday, each individual member of the crew was assigned one full day to have her entirely to himself. They would spend twenty-four hours exploring every inch of her body, treating her like their personal queen and toy, worshiping her skin and petite frame in a rotating cycle of intimate devotion.** **But the real highlight of their survival was Sunday. On the seventh day, the "Day of the Goddess," the schedule was discarded. All six men would gather in the central bay to feast upon her together. It was a day of absolute sensory overload, a grand gangbang where Monaca was kept in a state of constant, rhythmic occupation. They would fill every orifice, drench her in their collective release, and celebrate the fact that they were still alive in the dark. Monaca flourished in this role, her body becoming accustomed to the constant use and the heavy-caliber attention of her six hairless lovers. The "Ultimate Mage" had found a new throne, one made of flesh and heat, deep within the silent stars.**'
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Monaca ❤️

blackhairedstudent
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Sem título

ririfake
AI art "Psychedelic dream"
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Psychedelic dream

zuzul
AI art "Superheroes 1"
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Superheroes 1

zuzul
AI art "Rent-A-Girlfriend Cosplay Photoshoot (Part 1/2: Ruka & Sumi)"
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Rent-A-Girlfriend Cosplay Photoshoot (Part 1/2: Ruka & Sumi)

terror2
AI art 'Rainbow Aliens' with user description 'I did some tests on different possible alien races'
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Rainbow Aliens

zuzul
AI art "Nintendo's Space Ladies"
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Nintendo's Space Ladies

terror2
AI art 'Star Gazing'

Star Gazing

elric7472
AI art 'Silver Wolf (Goes to Space) Magazine Photo Shoot #2'
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Silver Wolf (Goes to Space) Magazine Photo Shoot #2

tsukiyomi420
AI art "Moonlit nights (dragon ball)"
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Moonlit nights (dragon ball)

damion1226
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xpyrojackx
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Sem título

ririfake
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