flying sweatdrops

AI art "Office lady joins after work party"
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Office lady joins after work party

salazar01
AI art "apron"
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apron

zuzul
AI art "Trixxie 1/2"
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Trixxie 1/2

zuzul
AI art 'Reveal'
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Reveal

-bpm
AI art "Poo poo pee doo"
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Poo poo pee doo

zuzul
AI art 'Alice in Waifuland' with user description 'I might be going mad, lmao'
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Alice in Waifuland

usagi77
AI art 'Marin Gangbang' with user description 'The heavy cardboard box sat in the center of the cramped apartment, labeled with bright "FRAGILE" tape that felt like a cruel irony. Inside, Marin Kitagawa was folded into a compact, agonizing ball. Her wrists were bound to her ankles with thick, industrial-grade zip ties, and a silk scarf was knotted tightly around her mouth, muffling her indignant huffs. The sound of a box cutter slicing through the tape made her heart thud once—not out of fear, but out of sheer, mounting irritation. As the flaps were pulled back, the harsh fluorescent light blinded her. Twelve pairs of eyes peered down into the box, staring at the "package" they had collectively purchased. "Finally," one of them whispered, reaching in to hoist her out. Marin was dumped unceremoniously onto the stained carpet, still bound in that humiliating crouch. As the leader reached down to untie the gag, Marin didn't sob or plead. The second her mouth was free, she glared with enough heat to melt lead. "Are you serious right now? Three hours! I was in that box for three hours! Do you have any idea how much my legs cramp? My makeup is probably a total disaster. This is the most low-budget, 'edgy' entrance I’ve ever had to make. Cut these off. Now. If I get a circulation bruise on my ankles, I’m doubling the fee!" One of the fans hurried forward with scissors, trembling as he snipped the ties. Marin immediately sprawled out on the rug, rubbing her wrists. She was completely naked under the "packaging," but she carried herself with the air of a queen inconvenienced by peasants. "Okay, look," she said, pointing a finger. "I’m sore, I’m annoyed, and I’m covered in cardboard dust. Let’s get this moving. I want to be in a hot bath before the sun comes up. Who’s the first genius who thinks he can handle the 'merchandise'?" The small, dimly lit office smelled of stale coffee and desperation. These twelve men were exactly as she had feared: a collection of unwashed hoodies and eyes that held a disturbingly possessive glint. They had pooled their life savings to "rent" their favorite idol, and the contract she had signed in a moment of financial desperation was iron-clad. For the next several hours, the apartment became a theater of organized chaos. Marin remained a statue of pouting frustration. As the first three men approached, she didn't even bother to change her expression. One took her mouth, another guided himself into her pussy, and a third—the one with the shaky hands—claimed her anal passage. The triple intrusion was a sudden, heavy weight, but Marin just stared at a water stain on the ceiling. She was annoyed by the lack of rhythm and the sheer, staggering girth of men who clearly spent more time on message boards than in gyms. "Ugh, you’re hitting my hip bone," she muffled around the first man’s member, her eyes tracking a spider near the baseboard. "Adjust your angle or something. Honestly, do you guys even know how anatomy works? It’s like you’ve only ever seen a human woman in a low-res JPG." The men were relentless, driven by a primal need to finally possess the girl they had only ever seen on a screen. They rotated with a mechanical greed, sometimes four or five of them crowding around her at once, their hands roaming over her skin in a desperate attempt to memorize the texture of their idol. Marin felt the heat, the sweat, and the overwhelming scent of cheap cologne and desperation. "You're breathing too loud," she told the man currently hammering into her pussy, her tone as casual as if she were complaining about the weather. "It’s super distracting. And you," she pointed at the man waiting for her ass, "stop making that weird whimpering sound. It’s totally killing the vibe." Despite her constant critiques, the men seemed even more energized. Her annoyance acted as a catalyst, a reminder that they were interacting with the real, unfiltered Marin Kitagawa. They pushed her into various positions—over the back of the sofa, against the wall, on the grimy carpet—using her three orifices with a frantic, uncoordinated energy. By the third hour, Marin was coated in a sheen of sweat and the evidence of their collective release. Her golden hair was messy, clinging to her damp shoulders. "Seriously?" she groaned, wiping a stray drop from her cheek. "I’m going to need like, ten showers to get the smell of 'basement' off me. You guys are the absolute worst." The men, now mostly exhausted, looked at her with awe. They had used her in every way possible, filled her to the point of overflowing, and yet she still sat there, looking down at them with that same look of being completely unimpressed. "Is that it?" Marin asked, standing up and stretching. She felt the heavy, lingering stretch in her core, the physical proof of twelve men’s greed, but she refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her flustered. "Because I'm done. I'm going home, I'm ordering a massive pile of karaage, and I'm pretending this night never happened. Secretly she came 5 times.'
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Marin Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Wise choice of underwear"
30

Wise choice of underwear

zuzul
AI art
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Sem título

chainny
AI art "Midoriya's multiverse adventures."
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Midoriya's multiverse adventures.

damion1226
AI art 'Women in Uniform' with user description '🫡'
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Women in Uniform

usagi77
AI art "Eye Candy"
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Eye Candy

thoughtzi
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 "Pokemon Easter Eggs"
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Pokemon Easter Eggs

terror2
AI art '🎉 2K followers unlocked!' with user description 'Wow — 2,000 of you are now following along! This milestone feels like the right moment to pause, look back on the journey, and publish some pics I’ve never shared before 🙂'
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🎉 2K followers unlocked!

peterco
AI art 'Noir City - The Black Book' with user description 'I was so surprised when I read your letter... All the feelings from the past flooded back. How many years had it been... I thought you'd forgotten about me. But in your letter, you still spoke to me with affection, just like in the past. I could almost smell your perfume in the letter. You told me that someone had tried to assassinate you. My heart skipped a beat. You kept saying that you thought it was because of a book, an old book, that you'd acquired at an auction, hoping it would increase in value. In the end, you asked me to come to your nightclub. You asked me "for old times' sake." I poured myself a whiskey and read your letter at least five times. Finally, I decided to accept your invitation that very night. And I did. I was so excited inside that I barely felt the chill of the early morning. A quick subway took me to your street, and soon I saw the bright red entrance of your club. As I approached, your security guard, without me having to say a word, led me through another door, a back door, armored. I went in, my heart pounding, and after a couple of hallways and a beautiful oak door, there you were. You were wearing your favorite red stilettos. And a red dress that seemed tailor-made for your beautiful figure. You seemed sad, smoking, staring into space... until you saw me. Then you regained your confident smile, the one I longed for for so long. You tried to make me believe you were relaxed, but you were nervous. I can sense these things; I'm a detective, it's my job. I decided to force a smile and sit down without kissing your cheeks or hugging you as I longed to. I thought I detected a hint of sadness in your eyes when you saw the distance between us. But you understood; you always understood everything the first time. It was a distance to protect us from each other. And you restored your confident smile. You told me about the book, how you got it, what your plans were, and much more. I asked you to be extra vigilant and give me the book so I could investigate it. I would do it. I would find out who would kill for it. I carefully hid it in my trench coat and prepared to leave. Almost at the exit, I heard you get up hurriedly and felt you hug me tightly from behind. You abandoned your confident tone and whispered, "Alice... take good care of yourself... please..." Trying to hide my joy and my love for you, I whispered back, "Don't worry...". I went back to my office and racked my brains researching that book. I read it from cover to cover; it was like drawings and strange words, a fabulous jumble of gibberish. I noticed that as I read, my mind... began to understand things I never thought I could understand. To think things I shouldn't be thinking. The atmosphere changed, fluctuated. What had happened to me? I even thought you had drugged the book with some kind of substance to try to reach me... Then, I felt the tentacles. I knew it as soon as I felt them tighten around my body. It was one thing to buy the book and have it on display, another to flip through the pages without a care. I'm sure you did that. But I "wanted" to absorb its information. And that changed everything. My mind was working at 200% while my body couldn't move. The tentacles, the physical power of the book, pulled my breasts out. They positioned themselves between my clothes, violating my body and mind. I soon lost track of time. Was it day? Was it night? Pleasure overwhelmed me. The tentacles had already stripped me bare, body and mind, penetrated me. I began to have orgasms. Multiple orgasms. They grew in intensity. A normal orgasm paled in comparison to this overwhelming sensation that my mind would explode from pleasure. On the floor, I could only drool and melt with pleasure. My last conscious thought was of you. Thank goodness it wasn't her the book caught. When I thought I would die, I saw you! You were there among the tentacles! They were trapping you too, tearing you apart with pleasure, but somehow, you managed to reach me. You spoke to me, but I couldn't hear you. You shook me. Very hard. You slapped me, crying. Suddenly, I woke up. You were beside me, in bed, crying, relieved to see me awake. "I came to see why you weren't coming back... I didn't know what was wrong with you, you were just trembling and crying, I didn't know how to wake you up..." I whispered, "thank you..." When I woke up again, an hour had passed. You just looked at me and said one sentence: "Burn it. It has to be you, and it has to be now." I nodded. We got up naked, and although it was difficult, I set it on fire. We watched it burn. When the lights went out, we were left in darkness. You hugged me, and I felt that it had all been worth it. "If you hadn't come and saved my life. The police would have found a body. And they would have found a body. And they would have said an aneurysm, or a heart attack, but the reality would have been much more horrific..." You silenced me with a finger and hugged me even tighter...'
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Noir City - The Black Book

kendarfulgrim
AI art 'Hina's Story: Trial Run Part 1' with user description 'Staring at Yuki across the table, Hina could only gawk at the request. “So are you game or no?” Yuki said, laying the newest device from Good Vibes Co. in between them. “Yuki, I understand you want live data, but what made you think I would that I would agree to this?” Hina exclaimed. Yuki had mentioned to Hina that she had a request that only she could help with as the company’s newest product was expected to be demoed at their next board meeting, however this request was the last thing she expected to come from Yuki. Unfortunately for her long-time best friend, Yuki knew exactly how to let her busty best friend to agree. “Oh, so now you chicken out?” Yuki mischievously instigates The great Hina is too good to bring herself down to-“ Immediately Hina picks up the device and heads to the diner’s restroom to equip herself. No one, challenges Hina and expects to win without challenge. She slips the device snugly inside her, the cold foreign object sending shivers of anticipation throughout her body. After securing it in place with the help of her panties and hose, she heads out to see Yuki had left the diner, waiting outside. Rejoining with her, Yuki explains how she will collect data. “There are three levels, each stronger than the last,” she starts, “I will need you at three different locations while I wait around here, you just do whatever you’d like.” With that brief introduction, she taps a button on her phone app, and immediately the device turns on, catching Hina by surprise, letting out a small yelp before stopping herself. “This is just the demo mode. Is it too much? We can just test-” “Shut up and lets get this over with.” Hina responds arms crossed heading to the park. She sits down on the bench, finally getting used to the tremors from between her legs. "Remember," Yuki's voice rings in her head as she left her, "the safe is 'Good Vibes' to stop!" Noted. “Ok this shouldn’t be too bad, feels nice actually… Don’t think there should be any problems.” Haha, you just had to raise a flag lmao. Immediately, the vibrations intensified, catching Hina’s breath. She squeezes her hands between her sexy thighs she restrains herself from ripping off her pantyhose to remove the uncooperative passenger. Blushingly profusely and breathing heavily, Hina shakily looks around wary of those walking by. The kids behind are ignorantly playing among themselves while the other passerby’s don’t notice the heated look from Hina. The vibrations start to slowly spread throughout her body, and just as Hina is about to submit her to the first wave, it stops. “Huh!?” Hina confusedly looks between her legs, not noticing the slight wetness in hands. Before she could process what happens, Yuki texts her. “I need to test the reach of app, I am currently in the center of the subway loop going around the business district, take the first train you can and complete a round and let me know if you notice any weakness from the device.” Frustrated, but slightly flushed from the previous excitement, Hina heads over to the subway and boards the first one available, nervously waiting for level two to start. In the distance, Yuki smirks, “She has no idea I tested out the range and its twice what the business loop travels. But she doesn’t have to know. Let’s start the next level, but on roller coaster.” She taps her phone and waits for the train to make its full loop. Hina makes her way slowly through the crowded train and is able to locate a vacant spot, blessed that she doesn’t have to stand for the next round. Seated between the end of the aisle and an elderly man, Hina doesn’t have to wait long as her object of all problems starts with life…but in demo mode? Hina, already used to the feeling relaxes. Blissfully thinking that the ten-minute loop shouldn’t take too long. Sigh… Second flag raised. Women, you are the problem that your solutions refuse to solve. Slowly, the vibrations intensify reaching level one. Hina’s sexy legs immediately closed, hands helplessly pressed and squeezed between her luscious curves, but she was not prepared for level two to strike then. If level one was the alarm clock you hate hearing every morning, level two is the monster truck that steals your hearing. Throwing her head back, Hina squeezes her thighs even harder, ankles crossed as she consciously tries preventing herself from kicking the passengers in front of her in reflex. "Yuki what the hell is this?" Hina coudn't tell if she was shaking from the bumpy ride or from the device itself. Slowly, the familiar feeling begins to rise, and just before she could peak, demo mode. Honestly, Hina was more grateful that she could relax and exhale her held breath rather then getting denied twice. Next to her the elderly man looked concerned. "Everything alright, sweety?" He politely asks. Before she could respond, demo mode turns into level two, and Hina was lcukily able to stifle her cries and respond with a tight "Yes." Part Two in a new post, character limits :('
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Hina's Story: Trial Run Part 1

mellmell1
AI art 'Trying things out.'
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Trying things out.

mrka1
AI art "Tomo Aizawa"
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Tomo Aizawa

tonygmanch
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lukeeees1
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