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Hey guys if you like my work leave a like and follow, and if you really liked or have some tips for me to get better or even criticize leave a comment, i love reading them ❤️. I also accept requests... coment a post that you liked that I will try to do one that ressemble it with a girl of your choice... (only girls that have tags) Thanks for being here and have a nice fap

AI art 'Futaba ❤️' with user description 'I'm think of starting a series with rough sex focussed on crying gasping for air deep throat because of the dick in the throat with the persona girls.. i found a prompt with amazing crying expression while doing the Nagatoro Regret post.. and this site does not have many rough sex posts.. what do you guys think? ❤️'

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AI art 'Nagatoro Regret' with user description 'The neon lights of the city were nothing more than a blur in the background as Nagatoro walked the deserted street at midnight. The air was unusually cold, and the silence was broken only by the sound of her own footsteps. Suddenly, a shadow detached itself from a dark alleyway. Before she could scream, a heavy, gloved hand clamped over her mouth, and a thick, chemical scent filled her nostrils. Her world spun, and everything went black.
When she finally blinked her eyes open, she was in the cramped, dimly lit back of a moving car. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. She tried to move her hands, but they were bound tightly behind her back with thick, brown industrial tape. The same coarse adhesive was wrapped around her mouth, muffling her desperate sobs into pathetic, wet whimpers. Across from her sat two men, their faces obscured by the shadows, watching her with a chilling, silent intensity.
One of the men, sitting directly across from her, leaned forward. He pulled off his mask, revealing a face lined with exhaustion and a deep-seated bitterness. "You don't remember me, do you, Nagatoro?" he asked, his voice a low, jagged rasp.
Nagatoro shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face and disappearing into the tape.
"Six months ago," he continued, his eyes narrowing. "I was working at the market. I was a good worker. I had a phone in my hand, and I was trying to take a photo of the fruit display to send to my boss for a restock report. I was clumsy. I dropped it, and the phone slid across the floor, right between your legs."
Nagatoro’s eyes widened as the memory flickered back.
"You picked it up for me," he sneered. "But when you looked at the screen, you saw something else. You didn't see the fruit. You saw a photo of yourself. You weren't wearing panties that day, were you? You screamed. You called me a pervert. You made such a scene that I was fired on the spot. But it didn't stop there. The story spread. My wife left me. My two daughters... they won't even speak to me now. They hate me because of what you said. You destroyed my life over a misunderstanding."
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin. "I’m going to destroy yours now. I’m going to take photos of you naked, just like the one you thought I took, and I’m going to send them to everyone you know. Your family, your school, that 'Senpai' you follow around. You’ll be the one everyone looks at with disgust."
As he spoke the words "destroy your life," something strange happened inside Nagatoro. The sheer terror began to morph into a dark, forbidden thrill. A heat that had nothing to do with the car’s heater began to pool in her abdomen. She started to cry harder, but her body was reacting in a way she couldn't control. She was terrified, yes, but she was also becoming incredibly, inexplicably excited.
The man reached out, his hand trembling with rage as he gripped the edge of her skirt. "I'm no rapist," he spat. "I have no intention of touching you like that. I just want the photos."
He roughly pulled her skirt up and removed her panties. He stopped mid-motion, his eyes going wide. The car seat beneath her was drenched. A dark, heavy stain had spread across the fabric, completely washed by her own pussy juice. He stared at the evidence of her arousal in total disbelief.
"Are you... are you excited by this?" he asked, his voice losing its edge of anger and turning into pure shock.
Nagatoro, her face flushed a deep crimson, gave a small, timid nod.
The man let out a long, shaky breath. He looked down at his own lap, where his trousers were strained tight. "I can't lie," he muttered, mostly to himself. "My dick is rock hard just looking at you. I wasn't going to touch you... unless you actually want me to."
Nagatoro nodded again, more vigorously this time. He reached up and slowly peeled the tape from her mouth. The sting was sharp, but she didn't care.
"Your friend can film us," she gasped, her voice raw. "But put the damn tape back. Now. Being made useless like this... it drives me crazy. Put it back and don't stop."
The man stared at her for a second before a dark smirk crossed his face. He signaled to the man in the front seat, who produced a camera. Then, he pressed the brown tape back over her mouth, sealing her lips tight.
The night became a blur of frantic, desperate energy. He used her for hours, moving between her pussy and her ass with a relentless, driving force that Nagatoro met with muffled screams of pleasure behind the tape.
When it was finally over, the man sat back, peeled the tape off her mouth one last time. Nagatoro took a deep breath and said while crying.
"I am so sorry," she whispered, her voice sincere. "I didn't know what my words would do to you. I will talk to your ex personally and say it was my mistake and apologize, and my father can get you a job, it pays at least five times what that grocerie shop pay, i promise will try to give your life back. But now it's your friends turn'

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AI art 'Nagatoro Disgusted' with user description 'The city air was thick with rain and exhaust, but inside the dimly lit underground parlor, the atmosphere was even heavier. Nagatoro sat across from Ichiro, a man who embodied everything she found repulsive—bald, heavy-set, and smelling of stale tobacco and unwashed skin.
He held the one thing she desperately wanted: a vintage, limited-edition art portfolio for Senpai. To get it, she agreed to a lopsided bet. Ichiro would roll four dice; he would only win if all four landed on the exact same number. Statistically, her victory was a 99.9% certainty. "Roll them, you gross old man," she smirked. But the impossible happened: four sixes clattered onto the table. The 1% had hit.
Nagatoro’s smirk vanished as Ichiro led her to a grimy back room. As he locked the door, she felt a wave of nausea. He approached her, his massive frame looming, and pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was wet and tasted of sour onions and grime. She squeezed her eyes shut, her skin crawling as his rough, unwashed hands gripped her shoulders.
"Open up," he grunted, pushing her down onto her knees.
The disgust reached a fever pitch as he forced her into oral sex. The smell was overpowering—a sharp, ammonia-like scent that made her eyes water. She felt pathetic, her body trembling with the effort of not vomiting. Every time his oily skin touched hers, she felt a desperate urge to scrub herself raw.
Then came the centerpiece of her nightmare. Ichiro stepped back and revealed his member. It was thick, imposing, and clearly as neglected as the rest of him, smelling of stale sweat and old grime. Nagatoro’s breath hitched. Without a word, he grabbed her hair and forced his big penis down her throat. The intrusion was sudden and violent. She gagged, the taste of him coating her tongue in a mixture of salt and filth. He showed no mercy, his movements rhythmic and forceful, indifferent to the tears of revulsion streaming down her face as he used her mouth like a toy.
When he finally pulled her onto the bed to fuck her, she expected the sensation to be just as unbearable. He rolled his heavy body on top of her, pinning her down with a weight that made it hard to breathe. He entered her with a blunt, jarring force. Nagatoro buried her face in the pillow, trying to drift away, trying to forget the sweat dripping onto her back and the rhythmic slapping of his fat against her thighs.
"You're tight, little girl," he hissed in her ear, his breath hot and rank. "Maybe you’re starting to like the odds."
"Shut up... you're gross," she muffled into the fabric, but as the minutes dragged into an hour, something traitorous began to happen. The constant, heavy friction began to spark a dull heat. Despite the stench, despite the repulsive sight of him, the sheer physical intensity of his movements began to bypass her brain and speak directly to her nerves.
The disgust was still there, but beneath it, a primal, rhythmic pleasure was taking root. The way he handled her—with a raw, uncaring strength—started to melt her resistance. Her breathing changed from jagged gasps of revulsion to deep, needy sighs.
"Oh no," she thought, her fingers digging into the grimy sheets. "Not this. Not him."
But her body didn't care about her pride. The friction hit a specific, sensitive spot, and the heat in her belly flared into a wildfire. She found herself arching her back, her legs wrapping around his thick waist almost against her will. The very things that disgusted her—his weight, his relentless force—became the catalyst for an overwhelming sensory overload.
As Ichiro let out a final, guttural roar, Nagatoro felt her own climax shatter through her. It was a violent, white-hot explosion that left her shaking and breathless. She came hard, her body pulsing around him in a desperate, shameful rhythm that lasted long after he had finished.
When it was over, Ichiro slumped to the side. Nagatoro lay there, staring at the cracked ceiling, her body still humming with the remnants of the pleasure she never wanted to feel. She was covered in his sweat, the smell was everywhere, and she felt utterly defeated. But as she reached out to grab the art portfolio, a small, dark part of her couldn't deny the truth. She had lost the bet, but in the depths of that disgusting room, she had found a sensation she would never be able to explain.'

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