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AI art "Makoto Gangbang ❤️"
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Makoto Gangbang ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Maomao"
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Maomao

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🎬Video test no. 2
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🎬Video test no. 2

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AI art "1000! Perrin is Horny to Celebrate~"
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1000! Perrin is Horny to Celebrate~

onlyyouprod
AI art "Dawn is Horny"
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Dawn is Horny

onlyyouprod
AI art "One Night in Ruka"
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One Night in Ruka

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

peterco
AI art 'Nagatoro School Life' with user description 'The school festival was supposed to be Nagatoro’s ultimate stage for teasing Senpai, but a catastrophic clerical error involving the Art Club’s budget and a misplaced "Request for Sanction" form had turned her world upside down. Instead of a playful haunted house, Nagatoro found herself standing in the middle of the faculty lounge, clutching a stack of "Debt Repayment Contracts" that she had accidentally signed on behalf of the entire club. ## The Misunderstanding of the Century It started when Nagatoro tried to play a prank on the School Director by "stealing" his official seal to stamp Senpai’s drawings with "Approved for Exhibition." However, in her haste to hide when she heard footsteps, she accidentally stamped a stack of faculty-wide disciplinary waivers. In the eyes of the school administration, Hayase Nagatoro had just volunteered the Art Club for a "total service initiative" to appease every department head and the board of directors. The Director, a stern man who took school tradition far too seriously, looked at the stamped papers and then at the trembling girl. "Well, Nagatoro-san," he boomed, "I didn't realize you were so dedicated to the 'extracurricular satisfaction' of this institution's leadership. If these forms are to be believed, you’ve committed to meeting the individual... *requirements*... of every senior staff member here." Nagatoro’s face turned a shade of crimson that rivaled a ripe tomato. Her usual "gross, Senpai!" bravado had completely evaporated. She tried to stammer out a defense, but the paperwork was legally binding within the school's bizarrely strict charter. ## The Spiral of Embarrassment The first stop was the Head of Discipline’s office. He was a man known for his cold demeanor and love for order. Nagatoro expected to be scrubbing floors, but the "service" required was far more personal and humiliating. She had to undergo a series of "evaluations" that required her to submit entirely to his whims for the afternoon. Every time she tried to talk back or act tough, he simply pointed to the contract. "You signed it, Nagatoro," he said with a clinical dryness. "The Art Club’s future depends on your cooperation with the faculty’s needs." By the time she reached the Vice-Principal’s office, the rumors had spread. The teachers weren't looking for help with grading; they were looking for the "special attention" promised in the erroneously stamped documents. One by one, the male staff members—the PE coach, the history teacher, and the science department head—summoned her. Each meeting was shrouded in secrecy, conducted behind locked doors where Nagatoro was forced into positions of absolute subservience that she had only ever joked about with Senpai. ## The Board of Directors The true nightmare began when she was escorted to the executive wing. The Directors weren't just teachers; they were the masters of the school’s destiny. They sat around a mahogany table, looking at the petite girl who had "volunteered" herself to satisfy the entire upper echelon of the school. "We’ve heard the faculty is very pleased with your... dedication," the Lead Director remarked, his eyes roaming over her disheveled uniform. "It’s only fair that the Board receives the same level of commitment. We have a long night ahead of us, and many 'debts' to collect." Nagatoro felt a chill. This wasn't a game anymore. The embarrassment of being known as the girl who belonged to the faculty was overwhelming. She thought of Senpai, likely sitting in the clubroom wondering where she was, unaware that she was currently fulfilling the "contractual obligations" of every powerful man in the building. ## The Final Payment As the sun set, casting long, orange shadows through the hallway, Nagatoro found herself moving from one director's private quarters to the next. The "consensual" nature of the contract—signed by her own hand, however accidentally—meant she couldn't run. She had to endure the collective "gratitude" of the school’s leadership. By the time the final signature was dried on her release forms, Nagatoro had "serviced" every single person of authority in the school. She walked out of the main gates with her legs shaking and her pride utterly demolished. She had started the day as the predator, the teaser who held all the cards, but she ended it as the faculty’s shared secret. The Art Club was saved, the budget was tripled, and Senpai’s drawings would be featured in the main hall. But as Nagatoro looked back at the darkening school building, she knew that every time she saw a teacher in the hallway or the Director on stage, they would both know exactly what had happened behind those closed doors. She was no longer just a student; she was the girl who had given everything—literally everything—to the men who ran the school. "Gross," she whispered to herself, but this time, there was no teasing smirk. There was only the realization that for the rest of her high school career, she was bound to the then'
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Nagatoro School Life

blackhairedstudent
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chainny
AI art '🧸 Plush toy humping' with user description 'No toy? Nevermind, we still have plushies! 🌸😏'
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🧸 Plush toy humping

peterco
AI art "Scrap Metal Hunter"
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Scrap Metal Hunter

onkayetishar
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vankkaankka
AI art "Anime House 2"
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Anime House 2

octavian
Just helping Off-Duty Clorinde~

Just helping Off-Duty Clorinde~

mio34
AI art 'Hina's Story: Trial Runs Part 2' with user description 'Hina couldn’t take it. Level two was just too much. As best as she could, she tried to hold back the moans threatening to escape but it was a losing battle. Just as she was about to gave in, the intensity dropped to level one. “Young girl, if you aren’t feeling, I have a honey lemon drop that could help” Trying anything to distract herself, she reaches out to grab the drop, “Thank you, si-” Level two. Hina freezes before grabbing the drop, to focused and aroused by the return of the new level. The subway stops and the old man stands, ready to get down. The old man places the drop in her hand and closes her hands around it. “Take care of yourself young one, my stop is here but try not going out when you aren’t well. Level one. Hina shakily relaxes, “Thank you for the kind words.” As the old man leaves, Hina finally takes time to understand her current dilemma. Looks like the second level has her alternating between all the levels. And unfortunately for, she was only two minutes into the round trip. The subway continued its journey, but Hina’s was just beginning. She tried her best to keeping quiet, pressing her hands against where the device was wreaking havoc. Level two. Hina crossed her legs, leaned forward trying to keep her composure. Demo mode. Momentary relax. Level two. She leans back in her seat, eyes squeezed shut and beginning to tear up. covering her mouth to stop any sound from escaping, the other pressed against the device thinking it would ease the stimulation. Not a chance. This endless song and dance felt like torture for the next fifteen minutes as there were multiple stops that day. But the worst part was that Hina was kept at edge unable to release, conflicted on if this was a blessing or a curse. As the subway approached the final stop and the doors opened, Hina rushed out hiding somewhere to try to calm herself. But as she stepped out, the device stopped. Sweating profusely, Hina leans against a wall on the verge of crying. Her phone vibrates, scaring Hina as she thought there was a second device. “Almost done, just need to get level three data and we are done.” Hina lets out a defeated moan. Tired, she heads back to the park before collapsing into the grass, her legs giving way from the earlier exertion. “What have I gotten myself into? This is not what I signed up for.” Well, you did. Verbally at least. So, let’s finish up. At that moment level three begins, and it was far more intense than anything Hina had expected from the tiny demon. She immediately bought her knees to her chest, hands desperately pressed between her legs, her juices flowing between her fingers. Hina couldn’t make a sound, her whole body affected by the strong tremors, but the warmth was quickly spreading from her head to her toes. “This is it! I can finally-” Gone. Done. Disappeared. Hina relaxes, hands and legs spread. Defeated “I’m done, I can’t do this anymore. It’s too much Yuki.” The tears started flowing as Hina was still recovering from the intensity of the final level. Her phone vibrates again, slowly Hina reads the message from Yuki. Just one word. “Office.” Hina gets, the office thankfully a short walk from the park. As Hina walks in Yuki gives her friend a hug. “You did well, to be honest level three is pretty intense.” Hina, looking at her friend with wet eyes, “You monster, I was on edge all day. I was absolutely terrified someone would catch me.” “Hina,” Yuki smiled, “did you forget your safe word?” Hina freezes, recalling the words Yuki left her with before the first level. Why hadn’t she used it? Sure her pride would have prevented her from doing so, but not even once had it occurred to her that there was one. There was no way. Was she secretly enjoying-? No. She couldn’t bring herself to admit that. “Well as a reward I have something that I think you desperately need” She took Hina to the storage closet where a chair and belts her situated. “What is this-“ “Trust me, take off your heels and take a seat. Hina obeys, doing as Yuki said and taking a seat. Yuki grabs the leather belts, securing Hina to the chair, arms tied behind her back, resulting in a frog tie, her feet off the ground. She rips apart her hose, to Hina’s surprise and inserts the device, noting it looked a little different from the one from earlier. Still not done, Yuki unbuttons Hina’s top, attaching two vibrators, one for each nipple. Just as Hina was about to ask, Yuki forces a ring gag into her mouth, stopping her question. Finally she places a blindfold, heightening Hina’s senses of her current situation. After admiring her work, Yuki grabs sound proof headphones and leans next to Hina’s ear. “Have fun girl, and by the way, this one is version two, and has a level four. Enjoy.” Yuki then places the headphones on and closes the door as she leaves. “WHAT!? YUKI PLEASE I CAN’T! COME BACK” but the ring gag prevented anything understandable from coming out. She begins fighting her bonds but to no avail. The conclusion Part 3 soon!'
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Hina's Story: Trial Runs Part 2

mellmell1
AI art "[Request] Weekend Getaway with Michelle"
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[Request] Weekend Getaway with Michelle

dreamerofdreams
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chainny
AI art 'Ilyana'
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Ilyana

barry915
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kibh
AI art "Priestess of Sobek"
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Priestess of Sobek

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