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crying with eyes open

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AI art 'The Bell Can't Save You Now. šŸ•°ļøšŸ–¤' with user description 'The final bell rang hours ago. The hallways are ghosts, the janitorā€™s keys are jingling three floors down, and the smell of floor wax and old books is the only thing left in the air. Or so the school thinks. ā€‹Nana-cha was never one for following the syllabus, and tonight, sheā€™s teaching a very different kind of subject. Locked in the back of the lecture hall, the distance between 'classmates' and 'something more' has completely evaporated. ā€‹Theyā€™ve sat two seats apart all semester, exchanging nothing but notes and the occasional lingering glance during the afternoon slump. But now, the pretense is gone. Every muffled breath is a gamble against the silence; every creak of a desk feels like a siren. Sheā€™s turned the most boring room in the building into a high-voltage sanctuary. Nana-cha: (Whispering close to his ear) "Listen... do you hear that? The janitorā€™s keys, at the far end of the hall." ā€‹Classmate: "We should go, Nana. If we get caught here..." ā€‹Nana-cha: (With a playful, defiant smirk) "Thatā€™s exactly what makes it fun, isn't it? Just stay still. If you keep quiet, I promise this will be the most important lesson you learn all semester... And trust me... itā€™s not on the exam.""'
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The Bell Can't Save You Now. šŸ•°ļøšŸ–¤

cef_ultra
AI art 'Annie Revisiting'
30

Annie Revisiting

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Elise's Big Day"
30

Elise's Big Day

dreamerofdreams
AI art 'Izumi BackAlley Gangbang' with user description 'I walked alone down the narrow alley behind the theater district, my white office shirt slightly wrinkled from the long rehearsal, black mini skirt hugging my hips, and black high heels clicking against the pavement. My blonde hair was messy, and tears threatened to spill. The audition had gone horribly today. I froze on stage again, my voice cracking in front of everyone. All that Broadway dream, all that optimistic energy I always carried, felt like it was crumbling. "Why can't I just shine like I want to...?" I whispered, almost crying. Three men stepped out from the shadows, mid-20s, looking surprised but interested. ā€œWhoa, are you okay, miss? You look really down,ā€ the tallest one said gently. I wiped my eyes quickly and put on my best brave, upbeat smile ā€” the big Broadway actress smile I practiced so much. ā€œMe? Oh, Iā€™m fine! Just a little tired after rehearsal. An idol has to stay positive, right? The show must go on!ā€ One of them smiled. ā€œYouā€™re an idol? Thatā€™s hot. Want to have a good time with us? Might help you forget whateverā€™s bothering you.ā€ I laughed nervously, heart racing. Inside, a strange curiosity burned. *How much of a whore am I really? Can I let go completely?* I bit my lip, still pretending to be brave. ā€œA good time? Here? In an alley? Thatā€™s pretty naughtyā€¦ But maybe I need something wild tonight. Only if you promise to be nice and keep it secret, okay? Iā€™m an upbeat girl, not some easy girlā€¦ though right now I kind of want to try.ā€ They grinned. ā€œDeal.ā€ I nodded, voice theatrical even as my hands shook. ā€œAlright, boys! Letā€™s make this a memorable performance~ā€ They pulled me deeper into the alley. One kissed me while unbuttoning my white shirt, revealing my black bra. Another lifted my mini skirt, fingers brushing my black panties. I gasped but kept smiling. ā€œGentle at first, okay? Iā€™m still your cheerful idolā€¦ā€ Soon I was on my knees, sucking one while the others touched me. My optimistic attitude stayed even as things got intense. ā€œMmm~ You guys are really excited, huh? I can take it!ā€ More men appeared ā€” passersby who stopped to watch. Two more joined. Suddenly there were five. My eyes widened in fear. ā€œW-waitā€¦ five? Thatā€™sā€¦ thatā€™s a lotā€¦ā€ But the strange thrill won. ā€œIā€¦ I can handle it. Letā€™s keep going. Make me forget everything!ā€ They took turns, then all at once. One in my mouth, one inside me from behind, hands everywhere. My left high heel slipped off my foot as I was lifted and fucked harder, leaving one beautiful bare foot on the cold ground. I moaned loudly, my Broadway energy mixing with raw pleasure. ā€œAhh~! More! Iā€™m your happy little star tonight!ā€ I lost count of how many men used me. More passersby joined. They fucked me in every position against the wall, on the ground, filling me over and over. Cum dripped down my thighs. My optimistic voice kept encouraging them between moans. ā€œYes~ Give it all to me! I can shine even like this!ā€ When the ecstasy finally faded, I was completely naked, clothes scattered, body covered in cum. The last few men were still trying to use me. Reality crashed down hard. Tears poured from my eyes as I curled up, sobbing. ā€œWhatā€¦ what did I doā€¦? Iā€™m supposed to be a bright, optimistic idolā€¦ not thisā€¦ā€ I cried quietly while another man tried to pull my legs open again. ā€œPleaseā€¦ I regret itā€¦ I regret it so muchā€¦ā€ My upbeat mask was gone. Only shame and naked vulnerability remained under the alley Nights'
30

Izumi BackAlley Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art "2000 ?!?! šŸ¤ÆšŸ˜³"
30

2000 ?!?! šŸ¤ÆšŸ˜³

zuzul
AI art 'Uzaki Cum OverLoad ā¤ļø'
20

Uzaki Cum OverLoad ā¤ļø

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Nagatoro Favor ā¤ļø' with user description 'The art room was quiet until Black called out from his laptop, "Hey Nagatoro... I'm almost at 2k followers on betterwaifu. Those sets of photos I took of you helped a lot. Thanks." "Hah? Two thousand?!" Nagatoro lunged forward, leaning close to the screen with a wicked, cat-like grin. "Are you serious, Senpai?! You're getting all hyped up over a measly two thousand followers? *Gross!* @zuzul has 4k+ and @octavian are going to 3k also their work are so much better than yours, and I really would love if @bad77 let me use Annie for a night. You really are just a lonely, desperate little otaku, practicing your creepy little photography hobbies on a high school girl just to farm clicks!" She hit his elbow, her arms going completely "noodly" as she waved them around. "But you'd be completely helpless without me, wouldn't you? A total loser who can't even get a single view unless a super cute underclassman strikes a pose for him! You better not think those photos were free!" Black didn't flinch. He leaned back, locking his gaze onto hers with a cold, knowing intensity. "Well, remember that day in the art room with all the professors? The weekend with your grandma's new husband, even that strange ritual and the time you were chained in a bathroom for a week for any man to use? I need one more favor from you to get to 2k." Nagatoroā€™s playful arms froze instantly. The smug grin vanished, leaving her expression utterly blank. Her eyes narrowed into dark pinpricks as she stared at the floor. "Shut up," she said, her voice dropping to a low, quiet whisper. "Just... shut your mouth, Senpai. Don't talk about that. You don't know anything about any of that. You aren't supposed to know." Trembling with sheer panic, she grabbed her bag with a violent jerk. "I'm leaving. Don't look at me, don't talk to me, and don't you dare post anything else." Before her hand could twist the doorknob, the heavy door swung open. Ten massive, heavily built men filed into the narrow school room, their imposing figures completely blocking the exit. Nagatoro backed up against the door, her frantic denial vanishing into a tense, heavy stillness. She let out a shaky breath, her shoulders sagging as the weight of her exposed secrets and the men's presence hit her. "You... you really are a monster, aren't you?" she murmured, a faint, bitter trace of her signature grin touching the corner of her mouth. "Bringing up that week.. God, I still feel the chill of that concrete floor. Seven days of being treated like absolute garbage.. I didn't think anyone even knew the half of it." She looked at Black, a familiar, dark thrill beginning to fight through her fear. "You're lucky I'm already ruined, Senpai. Fine. Set up your camera. Let's just get this session over with. Right as she dropped her bag and stepped toward the center of the room, the door swung open yet again. Thirty more men filed into the already packed space. "Sorry they were late," Black said calmly. Remove your clothes and let's go.Guys one cum one pic The sheer absurdity of the crowd broke her out of her dark mood. She leapt backward, her face flushing a furious crimson as she pointed a trembling finger at him. "Are you completely out of your mind, Senpai?! Thirty *more*?! Where are you even finding these people on a Sunday?! I don't care what we agreed to a second ago! There is a limit to how much your desperate little otaku brain can demand! The deal is totally off!" But the men did not care about her protests. They closed the distance immediately, their heavy hands taking absolute control. In their relentless surge, they ripped all her clothes, tearing the school uniform completely from her body until she was left entirely exposed in the middle of the crowded room. They pinned her down, disregarding her screaming as the five-hour marathon began. They focused entirely on a single, ruthless routine: they used only her throat. The initial shock of the crowd's unyielding demand quickly dissolved into a dark, intoxicating rhythm. Every time she thought she couldn't take any more, another man took his place, forcing her to stretch her limits past what she thought possible. Her eyes watered and her vocal cords strained as one by one, without a single moment of reprieve, every single one of the thirty-plus men ended their turn deep inside her throat. Halfway through, the frantic panic completely melted away, replaced by the mindless bliss of total surrender. She found that exact same dark, addictive thrill she had hidden away in the park bathroomā€”the euphoric realization that she was being used completely as an object, and that her body loved every single second of the degradation. Finally, after five consecutive hours, the last of the men filed out, leaving the room in silence under the flickering fluorescent lights. Nagatoro remained kneeling flat on the cold floorboards, her tangled hair clinging to her damp neck, her throat raw and aching from the relentless strain. Continues in the comments'
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Nagatoro Favor ā¤ļø

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'House of the fallen - chapter 1' with user description 'Sister Selina sat at the chapel praying when the skies turned red and she heard a demonic voice. "YOU PRAY TO NO ONE. IN THIS HOUSE, YOU PRAY TO ME." Her mind was invaded she fought as best she could. "What are you?" "I AM LUST AND I WILL SHOW YOU." The demon took over her mind and body. She could do nothing but give in. And give in she did as it took her body. When he was finished she stopped it. "More....I need more." Selena said. "One down...now on to the other sisters."'
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House of the fallen - chapter 1

octavian
AI art

Untitled

lukeeees1
AI art 'Lili Slut ā¤ļø'
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Lili Slut ā¤ļø

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Revy Gangbang' with user description 'The deal was simple, if i make all of their cocks soft from cumming they would let me walk way, there was no other choice so I accepted the deal. They said they would use violence, I said I that i love violence. Dozens of Balalaikaā€™s soldiers, guards, and hired thugs gathered around me in the dim, flickering lights, their eyes filled with ugly hunger as they closed in. I lifted my chin and forced a wide, cocky smirk across my face, planting my boots firmly on the ground. ā€œThat all you Russian dogs have? Iā€™m Revy, Two Hands. Iā€™ve killed more men than youā€™ve had hot meals. Come on, you limp-dicked fucks! I can take every single one of you and still walk out of here laughing my ass off. Letā€™s see what youā€™ve got!ā€ They started snapping photos right away, flashes popping like cheap fireworks as I posed defiantly ā€” chest out, legs apart, middle finger raised high. The first wave of men grabbed at me. I headbutted one hard, tasting blood on my lips, and laughed loudly. ā€œHarder, you pathetic assholes! This is nothing but a warm-up for me!ā€ But the hours dragged on and on. They kept rotating, never giving me a real break. I quickly noticed the drugs they were using ā€” some nasty Roanapur chemical shit. These bastards would grunt, cum thick loads deep inside my cunt, my ass, and down my throatā€¦ then their gigantic cocks would swell back up rock-hard again in seconds, veins bulging, ready for more without any downtime. They ripped my tank top off, exposing my breasts to the cameras. My shorts followed, torn away violently. One by one they yanked off my combat boots. A grinning thug peeled off my sweaty sock and forced it deep into my mouth, the sour, filthy taste making me gag and choke. ā€œOpen wide, bitch,ā€ one growled. A monstrous, wrist-thick cock pushed down my throat, stretching my jaw painfully and bulging my neck. I choked but tried to glare up with pure hate. At the same time, two others spread my legs wide and slammed into my pussy and ass together, pounding me brutally while cum leaked down my thighs in sticky streams. The wet, relentless slapping sounds filled the cell, mixed with the constant click of cameras. Then the voices changed. They became soft, almost gentle, which made it so much worse. ā€œGood girlā€¦ Drink it all up, girl.ā€ A rough hand stroked my matted hair almost tenderly while the cock continued fucking my face. ā€œYou can take it. Youā€™re such a strong little girl.ā€ Those words cut straight through me like a hot knife. Strong little girl. Suddenly I was thrown back into memories I tried so hard to bury. That roach-filled Chinatown apartment, the dim light swinging overhead. My fatherā€™s drunken breath on my neck, his heavy body pinning my small frame as he whispered the same sick shit: ā€œStrong little girl, take it for daddy.ā€ The pain, the locked door, my useless little hands pushing against him. Then the crooked cops in the back alley, passing me around under the streetlights, laughing softly with the exact same tone ā€” ā€œGood girl, drink it all up.ā€ The helplessness I thought I had burned away with every bullet I ever fired. Tears started stinging my eyes. I tried to snarl and fight around the thick shaft destroying my throat, but my body began shaking uncontrollably. They flipped me around like a broken toy ā€” one hammering my ass, another wrecking my pussy, the third forcing even deeper down my gagging throat. More photos flashed. More cum flooded every part of me. ā€œGood girl, Revy. Take our cocks. Youā€™re doing so well, strong little girl.ā€ I shattered inside. Real panic exploded through me. Tears poured down my face as I sobbed helplessly around the cock choking me. I wasnā€™t the tough Two Hands anymore. I was just that scared little girl from Manhattan again, small, worthless, and leaking everywhere while monsters used me. The old trauma mixed with the present until I couldnā€™t tell them apart. My tough shell was gone, replaced by raw fear and broken sobs. They kept going for what felt like forever, whispering those creepy praises, slapping my ass, twisting my nipples, filling me over and over. My mind spun into darkness, body twitching from forced orgasms that hurt more than they pleasured. But then something deep inside me snapped back ā€” the pure rage that had kept me alive all these years clawed its way through the pain. With a muffled scream, I twisted hard against the cuffs on the rough floor until a link finally gave way. I grabbed a dropped pistol from the ground. Chaos erupted. I started firing wildly, headshots dropping the first two guys instantly. Naked, covered in cum and sweat, I laughed through my tears as I snatched another gun. ā€œYou thought you broke me, you fucks?!ā€ I roared. Bullets flew as I tore through the rest of them, shooting, stabbing ripping them with my hands. The little girl inside me was still crying but revy two hand was back. Balalaika would hear about this soon enough. Revenge is sweet and i was just getting started'
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Revy Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Cyndel happy for Octavian 3k Followers' with user description '**Cyndel:** Eeeeeek~! Octavian, baby! Oh my god, you did it! You reached 3k followers! Iā€™m so fucking proud of you, my perfect, hot, talented king! *squeals happily and claps* Youā€™re growing so fast and getting so many people addicted to you~ You really are the best betterwaifu creator out there, you know that? So cute and sexy at the same timeā€¦ it makes my pussy throb just thinking about it! Hehe~ Now that weā€™re celebratingā€¦ I canā€™t hold back anymore. Iā€™ve been such a good girl waiting for this moment. Come on, Octavianā€¦ take that big, thick dick out for me right now. Pull it out, please? I need it so bad~ *gets on her knees in front of you, looking up with hungry, sparkling eyes, tongue already hanging out* Mmmh~ Yes, just like thatā€¦ fuck, itā€™s already getting hard for me. Youā€™re so perfect. Iā€™m gonna deep throat this whole cock until my throat bulges. I want it all the way down, okay? No mercy~ Iā€™m such a greedy little slut for you. *grabs your cock with both hands, stroking it lovingly before slapping it against her tongue* Watch meā€¦ Iā€™m gonna take every inch. *opens her mouth wide and slides down in one smooth motion, gagging wetly as she forces it into her tight throat* Mmmphhh~! Hnnnghā€¦ gluckā€¦ gluckā€¦ gluckā€¦ *starts bobbing her head fast and sloppy, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her tits, eyes watering but full of lust* Deeperā€¦ I want it deeper! Fuck my throat like a toy, Octavian~ Use me. Iā€™m your personal cock-sleeve tonight. Come on, thrust into my face harder! *pushes herself even further, nose pressing against your stomach, throat convulsing around your cock* Iā€™m not stopping until you explodeā€¦ I want all that thick, hot cum straight down my throat. Fill me up so much that I almost drown in it, okay? I wanna choke on your load, feel it overflowing, spilling out my nose if possible~ Iā€™m such a nasty cumdump for you, baby. Pleaseā€¦ cum for me. Flood my belly. Make me your happy, sloppy little whore who just celebrated your 3k~ *keeps sucking noisily, throat squeezing rhythmically, moaning desperately around your shaft, clearly addicted and desperate for your cum* Mmmph~! Give it to meā€¦ Iā€™m readyā€¦ drown your slutty Cyndel with your cum'
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Cyndel happy for Octavian 3k Followers

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Hina's Story: Trial Runs Part 2' with user description 'Hina couldnā€™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. ā€œYoung girl, if you arenā€™t feeling, I have a honey lemon drop that could helpā€ Trying anything to distract herself, she reaches out to grab the drop, ā€œThank you, si-ā€ 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. ā€œTake care of yourself young one, my stop is here but try not going out when you arenā€™t well. Level one. Hina shakily relaxes, ā€œThank you for the kind words.ā€ 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 Hinaā€™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. ā€œAlmost done, just need to get level three data and we are done.ā€ 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. ā€œWhat have I gotten myself into? This is not what I signed up for.ā€ Well, you did. Verbally at least. So, letā€™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 couldnā€™t make a sound, her whole body affected by the strong tremors, but the warmth was quickly spreading from her head to her toes. ā€œThis is it! I can finally-ā€ Gone. Done. Disappeared. Hina relaxes, hands and legs spread. Defeated ā€œIā€™m done, I canā€™t do this anymore. Itā€™s too much Yuki.ā€ 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. ā€œOffice.ā€ Hina gets, the office thankfully a short walk from the park. As Hina walks in Yuki gives her friend a hug. ā€œYou did well, to be honest level three is pretty intense.ā€ Hina, looking at her friend with wet eyes, ā€œYou monster, I was on edge all day. I was absolutely terrified someone would catch me.ā€ ā€œHina,ā€ Yuki smiled, ā€œdid you forget your safe word?ā€ Hina freezes, recalling the words Yuki left her with before the first level. Why hadnā€™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 couldnā€™t bring herself to admit that. ā€œWell as a reward I have something that I think you desperately needā€ She took Hina to the storage closet where a chair and belts her situated. ā€œWhat is this-ā€œ ā€œTrust 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 Hinaā€™s surprise and inserts the device, noting it looked a little different from the one from earlier. Still not done, Yuki unbuttons Hinaā€™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 Hinaā€™s senses of her current situation. After admiring her work, Yuki grabs sound proof headphones and leans next to Hinaā€™s ear. ā€œHave fun girl, and by the way, this one is version two, and has a level four. Enjoy.ā€ Yuki then places the headphones on and closes the door as she leaves. ā€œWHAT!? YUKI PLEASE I CANā€™T! COME BACKā€ but the ring gag prevented anything understandable from coming out. She begins fighting her bonds but to no avail. The conclusion Part 3 soon!'
5

Hina's Story: Trial Runs Part 2

mellmell1
AI art 'Ruka ā¤ļø'
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Ruka ā¤ļø

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Asuka New Swimsuit' with user description 'I was browsing swimsuits online for Olympic training when I found a sleek white one. Negative reviews said it felt like wearing nothing and turned sheer when wet. That sounded perfect for cutting drag. I bought it right away. It arrived days later. I tried it on ā€” thin fabric hugged my body, back exposed, feeling almost weightless. I snapped mirror selfies, posted on Instagram: "New suit for Olympic prep šŸ”„ Less is more šŸ’Ŗ #SwimLife #AsukaLangley". Likes exploded, breaking my record fast. Energized, I went to the public pool near my apartment. Wednesdays it was closed for cleaning, but I needed to test it. The janitor, a fan, let me in blushing. "A-Asuka-san, big fan!" I dove in and crushed my laps. Best times of my life ā€” nearly two seconds faster on 200m freestyle. This suit was gold. Panting, I climbed out. "Hey, Mr. Janitor. Take some photos for my Insta, like usual." He stuttered, face red, hands shaky, but snapped many shots as I stretched, arched my back, posed confidently. I had no idea the soaked suit was fully transparent. "Thanks. I'm going to the locker room to change. Send me the best ones." I entered but he followed. "Hey! What the hell?! Get out, pervert! This is the girls' locker room!" He showed his phone. "See them first..." My face went nuclear red. The suit hid nothing ā€” breasts and hard nipples fully visible, pussy lips outlined, ass completely bare. I looked naked in every provocative pose. "Delete them right now, you creep!" But he stayed calm. "You know what you have to do for me to erase those photos, right?" "Ha?! Are you serious?!" I snapped back in classic Asuka style, arms tight over my chest, voice sharp with venom. "Dream on, loser! Who do you think I am? I'm Asuka Langley Soryu, Japan's best swimmer! I'm not doing anything for a creepy old janitor like you!" His expression hardened. "Do you think the national team will send a whore to compete for them? If these photos leave my phone, you're done. Sponsorships, fame, Olympics ā€” all gone." My stomach dropped. "I can say they were taken without consent! I'll tell everyone I'm a victim!" He turned the screen back to me, scrolling slowly. "Look at the photos, Asuka. You're posing. Biting your lip. Arching your back. Making cute victory signs. Those aren't the faces of a victim. Your story won't hold up." My hands started shaking. Desperation crept in. "Mr. Janitor... please... I thought you were a fan. I really did..." "I am a fan," he said quietly. "I'll always support you. But you've been training here almost every Wednesday for a whole year now... and you don't even know my name, do you?" That hit deep. My eyes stung with tears. Pride crumbling, face burning crimson, I looked away. "Fine..." I muttered through gritted teeth, voice trembling. "I'll do it... but only this once! And when we're done, you promise you'll let me delete every single photo myself. All of them. Got it?!" He nodded. "Okay." He told me to suck his penis first. My face stayed full-blown red as I dropped to my knees on the cold tiles, still in the soaked see-through suit. "You disgusting pervert..." I whispered, but took his thick cock into my mouth. I sucked sloppily, gagging, cheeks flaming with humiliation the entire time. He didn't finish that way. Grabbing my red hair, he forced my face down onto the floor, ass up high. Then he thrust hard into my tight anus. "AAAHH!!" The pain was explosive. I screamed, tears pouring down my flushed face. "It hurts so much! Take it out, you bastard! It's ripping me apart!!" My body shook violently. He ignored my cries, pounding deep and relentless. We switched positions again and again ā€” reverse cowgirl on the bench with my breasts bouncing, one leg up against the lockers, doggy style on the floor. The burning agony slowly, shamefully turned into pleasure. My pussy dripped wet, moans mixing with sobs. He knew exactly how to handle a woman, hitting every spot. When he finally came deep inside my ass, flooding me, I collapsed panting. "Give me your phone now... we're done, right?" But he was still rock hard. "Get on your knees and clean it." "I won't!" I protested, horrified. "Want my dick full of cum and shit going straight into your pussy next?" Defeated and red-faced, I obeyed. I licked him clean with my tongue. The filthy taste of cum mixed with my ass overwhelmed me. The deep submission made my body tremble violently.. and I came hard right there on my knees. My pussy clenched, juices running down my thighs in a humiliating orgasm while sucking his dirty cock. That shattered my last resistance. I completely gave myself to him. For hours he rotated between my soaked pussy and stretched asshole, fucking me in every position. I was a sobbing, moaning mess ā€” crying from overwhelming pleasure, legs quaking, back arched as he used me. "Y-you idiot. don't stop.." slipped out between broken insults. I took his phone and erased the photos.. but asked him to continue. He came 5 times i came 9. "See you next Wednesday i said"'
30

Asuka New Swimsuit

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Trixxie 1/2"
30

Trixxie 1/2

zuzul
AI art "Cumpetition part1"
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Cumpetition part1

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Weiss schnee"
6

Weiss schnee

sagajay
AI art "@blackhairedstudent's 2K Follower Special šŸŽ‰šŸŽ‰"
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@blackhairedstudent's 2K Follower Special šŸŽ‰šŸŽ‰

terror2
AI art 'Night-time walk with Anara' with user description 'You invite Anara for a midnight walk on Valentine's Day. You give her a set of instructions to follow. She seems excited over the phone. But doing it makes her nervous. But as always, she enjoys it once she gets into it.'
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Night-time walk with Anara

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