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black leggings

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AI art '👖 Leggings' with user description 'You already know that my girls don't wear panties... but they wear leggings! 😏 Sometimes 😁'
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👖 Leggings

peterco
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AI art '🍕 Waitress' with user description 'We have a new waitress in our pub... And I fell in love right away 😍 Anyway, do girls know when I'm looking at their cute bottoms? 🍑🤔'
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🍕 Waitress

peterco
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AI art '🍔 Waitresses' with user description '😊'
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🍔 Waitresses

peterco
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AI art 'Asuna x Rin' with user description 'Always fun to exersice outside :)'
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Asuna x Rin

iiyama6122
AI art 'Neli's day off.' with user description 'Neli is a very athletic, brave, and assertive girl; she spends her days at the gym or playing sports, and she loves to compete even in sex.'
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Neli's day off.

crow-7w7
AI art "ARRESTED!!!"
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ARRESTED!!!

warmicestudios
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AI art '🐼 Give the man his panda already!' with user description '... or girls with pandas 😁 @warmicestudios @bad77 @zuzul @zesoul @cef_ultra @octavian @parda @terror2 @kendarfulgrim @onlyyouprod'
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🐼 Give the man his panda already!

peterco
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AI art "I love you. Good bye. 💔"
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I love you. Good bye. 💔

warmicestudios
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Untitled

traders
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AI art 'Ray' with user description 'From a little personal narrative project — Aethelgard ——— This is Ray. She is one of the founders of Aethelgard, and is a survivor of the World Shift. She is a powerful magic user proficient in transmutation, spatial sorcery, and witchcraft. She is 127 years old, and has seen many things. She lived through the end of the world and lived to tell the tale (if she ever decides to tell it). Most people know her by other names — First Witch, for she was one of the first few that have learned magic, survived long enough, and grown powerful enough to be recognized as the pioneer of the present model of arcane studies, and was the founder of the first covenant of witches in the new world; and she is also known as the Mother of Monsters, for she has created and birthed many new monsters lineages into the world in her attempts to fight the threats against humanity and save her people from extinction. In the eyes of many, she is a quite and reserved woman, flying above the world, never touching the ground, far from mortal affairs, unreachable, untouchable. Her overly clinical way of speaking also created a sense of distance between herself and others. In truth, she is a gentle woman, very kind and caring. Perhaps too much so. She has sacrificed much of herself for the sake of others as she would never subject other to her own mechinations, to the concern of her loved ones. The passage of time and the tribulations she had to endure have worn her deeply. She has seen to much, cared too much, pained too much... Now she distances herself from people, from the ground, from the world, from suffering. Because up there, everything seems so small, inconsequential, and far away. She could observe everything from afar, and yet be far enough to not witness any of it. When humanity got back on its feet and could survive and thrive without focusing on survival alone, she has distanced herself further. After all, she did not have to be there for them all the time anymore. However, it wasn't always like this. There was a time she was still only human. Living a quite life when she could. She was also a biologist and researcher. In the months leading to the World Shift, strange things and creatures have appeared here and there. The government has funded a secret facility for research of these things. Oh, did you know? Ray used to dance too. She was really good. She is sometimes reminiscing about those days. The day when all she had to worry about was not being late to work. Traffic. Salary. Dancing. The mundanity of modern day society. About those days before everything changed. Before the World Shift.'
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Ray

narillia
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AI art "Monster Cave 2 (Futa on Female)"
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Monster Cave 2 (Futa on Female)

jack17
AI art "Videl battle damage"
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Videl battle damage

punkkrai
AI art 'Just a peek'
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Just a peek

icewaters77
3
AI art "Kagome higurashi"
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Kagome higurashi

xxxwkk
AI art 'Dynamic pose' with user description 'Prompt test'
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Dynamic pose

waltersusu
AI art "Futa on Female (Pokemon 2)"
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Futa on Female (Pokemon 2)

jack17
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Untitled

qtip
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spectrekill
AI art 'AWAKENING.' with user description 'The moon hung low and silver over the ancient woods, casting long shadows that danced like whispers between the trees. Elara had always found solace in these night walks—away from the village lights and prying eyes. At twenty-three, she craved the wild silence, the way the forest seemed to breathe with her. Tonight, the air felt thicker, charged with something unspoken. She wandered deeper than usual, her boots crunching softly on fallen leaves, until she reached a small clearing bathed in moonlight. There stood a massive oak, wider than any she’d seen, its bark twisted in strange, almost muscular patterns. But it was the thick, veined protrusion emerging from the trunk at waist height that made her freeze. It looked... alive. Like a cock, heavy and erect, pulsing faintly with a warm, earthy glow. Bark-like ridges ran along its length, yet the head was smooth and flushed. Curiosity overrode fear. No one around. Just her, the trees, and the night. Elara stepped closer, heart pounding. She reached out, fingertips brushing the warm surface. It twitched at her touch, actually twitched, growing firmer, a low rumble vibrating through the ground like a contented sigh from the earth itself. Emboldened, she glanced around once more. Nothing but shadows. Her hands trembled as she unbuttoned her pants and slid them down, kicking them aside along with her underwear. Cool night air kissed her bare skin. She pressed against the tree, feeling the thick shaft nestle between her thighs. It responded eagerly, the head nudging at her entrance, slick with some natural, sweet sap. She guided it in, gasping as it stretched her, thick, unyielding, yet somehow perfectly fitting. The tree seemed to move with her, thrusting gently as she rocked her hips, hands gripping the rough bark. Pleasure built quickly, raw and primal, the forest itself joining her rhythm. Leaves rustled in time with her moans. Deeper. Harder. She rode the living wood until her climax crashed over her, legs shaking, crying out into the night. The tree answered. With a deep, groaning shudder, it erupted. Thick, warm ropes of cum, pearly and glowing faintly, pulsed from it, splashing across her belly, thighs, and breasts. She was covered, dripping, marked by the woods in the most intimate way. Exhausted and glistening, Elara leaned against the trunk. Then the glow began. The entire tree lit up from within, golden light pouring through cracks in the bark like veins of fire. It grew blindingly bright, forcing her to shield her eyes. A burst of energy rippled outward, wind whipping her hair, the air humming with ancient magic. When the light finally dimmed, the tree was gone. In its place stood a man. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with skin like polished wood and hair the color of autumn leaves. His eyes, deep green and ancient, locked onto hers with quiet wonder. Vines and faint bark patterns still traced across his muscular chest, fading slowly. He looked at her, at the evidence of their union still glistening on her body and smiled. "You... woke me," he said, voice like rustling leaves and distant thunder. "After centuries of slumber. I am Thorne, guardian of this forest. And you, brave one, have given me life again." Elara stood there, breathless, half-naked and covered in the proof of what she'd done. The night woods felt different now, warmer, alive with possibility. She reached out, touching his chest. Real. Warm. Human. The forest had given her a gift in return.'
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AWAKENING.

artfx85
AI art "Peni drop"
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Peni drop

thatswack