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AI art 'Cyndel: Parda's Date Night' with user description 'Cyndel Vale pulled up to @parda with a sultry smile. The night air was cool against her skin as they parked in a secluded spot just off the road. She'd been teasing him the whole drive over, crossing and uncrossing her legs, letting her hand brush against his thigh. This sex date was exactly what he craved—raw, spontaneous, and filthy.

"Come here," she purred, pulling him close by his shirt. Parda's hands were on her immediately, cupping her full, heavy breasts through the thin fabric. He squeezed them greedily, feeling her nipples harden under his palms. Cyndel moaned softly, arching her back to press them harder into his grip. "Mmm, you like that?"

With a wicked grin, she tugged down her blouse in one smooth motion. Parda groaned at the sight, his cock already straining against his pants as he stared.

She unzipped him eagerly. His thick dick sprang out, hard and throbbing. Cyndel wrapped her soft, warm breasts around his shaft, squeezing them together tightly for a deep, slippery titfuck.

"Fuck my tits, baby," she whispered, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes.

Parda thrust between them, groaning as her soft flesh milked him. After a few minutes of that heavenly pressure, Cyndel switched it up. She took him into her mouth, sucking his dick with wet, sloppy enthusiasm—bobbing her head, swirling her tongue around the shaft, and taking him deep until her lips kissed his base.

"Outside," she gasped, pulling back with a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.

She stood and bent over the hood of the car, hiking up her dress to reveal her bare, dripping pussy. Parda didn't hesitate. He slammed into her from behind, fucking her hard and deep right there in the open air. Cyndel's moans grew louder as he pounded her, one hand reaching around to grope her swinging tits. He grabbed a fistful of her long hair, yanking her head back as he thrust faster.

"Yes! Pull it harder," she cried, pushing back against him. The intense rhythm sent waves of pleasure through her until Parda tensed up, burying himself deep and cumming hard inside her while gripping her hair like reins.

As he started to pull out, still pulsing, Cyndel spun around and squatted down gracefully. She took his slick cock back into her mouth, sucking and stroking the last drops of his load from him, swallowing every bit with a satisfied hum. She licked him clean, then looked up with a playful smile, wiping her lips.

"Mmm, that was a good time, Parda. Thanks for the hot fuck." She stood up, adjusting her dress casually. "Now... what's your friend @warmicestudios' number? I think I'd like to see what he can do next."

@peterco @zuzul @cef_ultra @bad77 @terror2 @barry915 @blackhairedstudent @zesoul @kendarfulgrim @onlyyouprod @smut317 @gildenstein @reptorn @hollenwulf @casca_kirei-onna'

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Cyndel: Parda's Date Night

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AI art 'CHAPTER 3: “Getting the Pearl Thong”' with user description 'A sexy, velvet female voice:
“I had just received the most beautiful pearl thong I’ve ever seen. I wish I could say
it came from a lover or a secret fan, but no. It came from the Tech Department. It is a special radar, beacon-thing. Most likely the pearls are not even real. But hey, they look so real I won’t tell anyone. I’ll pretend they were a real gift from a secret admirer.”

Barry opens another hard case. From it he takes out a couple of smaller pearl strings.
- “And I made matching anklets. Here, let me put them on you.”

Barry kneels down in front of her ready to place those anklets on her but as Pearl raises her knee and places her naked foot in front of him, Barry freezes. The sight of Pearl’s intimate part being so close to him, touching her leg and the scent of her perfume, makes Barry’s mind go blank.
Barry goes to a place where Pearl and him are together. A nice place where they live together as a married couple and where Pearl is madly in love with him. He imagines that Pearl is …

- “Barry915! Barry915! WHERE ARE YOU??!!” A loud voice on the intercom snaps Barry out of his fantasy.
- “Barry come on! They are waiting for us!” Pearl tells him.
- “What?! Ooh, sorry I… I… never mind!

Barry looks down and focuses his attention on placing both anklets as fast as he can.
- “They are beautiful, Barry! Thank you!!”
- “It is… (he wanted to say ‘a pleasure’ but instead he said) my job” He smiles.
- “Hey, Barry… (Pearl starts blushing) I need to ask for a favor, a BIG favor. Please don’t tell the guys that I haven’t had sex in a long time. Please Barry, please!! I’ll be the laughing-mockery of the Station!!”
- “Em, yeah, sure. Of course, I can keep a secret.”
- “Oh, Barry you are amazing!! Thank you so much!” (kisses him on the mouth) I love you, you know that!
- “Mmh, yes I know that. I love you too…”

Pearl rushes out the door.

TRAINING DECK - MOMENT LATER!
Everyone is there. Either naked on in their underwear. They are all showing their new devices to one another.
- “Hey, finally Jennings is here! Now we can start”

Commissioner addresses the crowd:
- “You have all been given updated devices. They all have a new feature that we will test right now. Behind that gate is a large labyrinth with hidden rooms with difficult or no access. Inside a few rooms we have manage to secure some. . . Catgirls”
- “What?!” Everybody is surprised.
- “Don’t worry! I assure you this means no harm to you! You will not be in ANY contact with them. And that is the whole purpose of this. You see “Cuteness” has a very special frequency. “Cute Girls” they vibrate at a HIGHER frequency. Color pink leaves traces. Your devices are specially equipped with radars and sensors that detect that high frequency so you’ll be able to detect when ‘cuteness’ is near by. Even if several feet away in another room. Now all you have to do is pay close attention at the vibration of your device and practice getting closer to the source. Of course the closer cuteness is the harder your device will vibrate”.

The gates unlock. One by one start walking in to that dark labyrinth.
- “Good luck ladies and gentleman”

(To be continued)'

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AI art '😻 CATurday: 5k Party! 🥳🥳🥳' with user description 'I may have missed my own 4k party, but there’s zero chance I’m missing the 5k bash. Cake, confetti, and mild existential crisis incoming! 🎈🎉🍾

Still completely mind-blown that I’ve somehow hit 5000 in under a year since my very first post last October… all while barely flashing a dick or diving into full explicit sex. Just an endless, tasteful parade of pussies, butts, nipples, mostly small breasts, “leaked” selfies, girls posing, beach girls, silly catgirls, and the exact same delicious loop on repeat. Who knew soft-core déjà vu was the real growth hack?

Apparently I’m now the oldest still-active creator still clinging to this platform. I’m f*cking ancient. Should I just retire already and leave the timeline to the fresh guys… or keep milking this “vintage content” wave a little longer? 🤔

@cef_ultra @octavian @warmicestudios @narillia @cro_bo @terror2 @barry915 @bad77 @thoughtzi @candylover @gildenstein @reptorn @artfx85 @ninonakano @doggomage @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @ririfake @casca_kirei-onna @a_casual_prompter'

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😻 CATurday: 5k Party! 🥳🥳🥳

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AI art 'Evelyn' with user description 'From a little personal narrative project — Aethelgard
———
This is Evelyn.
She is one of the founders of Aethelgard, and is a survivor of the World Shift. She is a brilliant alchemist and artificer, a front liner and mid-range fighter, and is a capable warlock who can use infernal and abyssal magic (though she seldom does). She is 128 years old, and has been a close friend and ally of the First Witch from even before the World Shift. That's right. She too lived through the end of the world and lived to tell the tale (though there's hardly ever a need to do so).
Most people in Aethelgard simply know her as Evelyn, but when humanity was still fighting back against demons and monsters, she was known by another name — The Warlock. She armed the people with weapons and armor in their fight, and taught them how to make them. She is a pioneer of alchemy in the new world post-shift. She also someone who supported Ray throughout the years, even when sometimes it was to hard to do so. She knew if she did not, Ray would still do what she believed necessary, even at the cost of her own life. Evelyn made sure it never truly came to that.

She is a capable woman who has left her mark in the new history. But much like Ray, she saw a lot, experienced a lot. One can usually tell if someone is from that generation. There's a sort of weariness that suffuses their being. Her body covered in many scars she has gained over the year. One could mistake it for the marks of her long fight — it would surprise many to know that most of her scars she got in a single night, during a blasphemous union. One she would not share. No wonder she smokes.

But there was once a time where she wasn't who she is now. 100 years ago, when modern-day society still thrived. She was an outgoing woman who enjoyed the night life. She was also a chemist and an engineer. Evelyn and Ray still wonder how they ended up as friends at times.
She still reminisces about those days, and still remembers what came after...

The ruins of the old world still stand, a monument of a bygone era, beneath a wounded sky.'

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Evelyn

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AI art 'Farewell, my friend 🪦' with user description 'Before I start with the story, I feel like I have to get this important notice out of the way first:
⚠️ This post does not mean anyone has died in real life. It's just for funsies! ⚠️
Also, I'm sorry for using (mostly) unrelated clickbait as the thumbnail! 🙇‍♂️

— Story time —

The weather couldn’t have been more fitting.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky as rain poured down in relentless sheets, turning the cemetery paths into slick rivers of mud.
Though it was midday, the world felt trapped in cold, grim twilight.

A group dressed in black gathered around a modest tombstone.
Some leaned on one another for comfort, while others stood in rigid silence.
The heavy rain nearly drowned out the soft whimpers of a pregnant young woman wearing a black veil.
Even a few higher beings had come to mourn the loss of BetterWaifu’s greatest close-up artist.

They were saying goodbye to BlackHairedStudent.

His death was an unfortunate accident during the latest police raid on his basement—his stuffing had to be collected from throughout the entire building’s air ducts.

One lonely figure watched from afar beneath an old oak, disappointment clear on her face.
“Stupid Black,” she muttered.
“You were supposed to bring me ultimate despair.
I was a fool to think you could succeed where so many others failed.”
She turned and disappeared into the shadows.

The group lingered until a blinding flash lit up the sky, followed by roaring thunder.
A muffled sound came from the grave.
Suddenly a blue flame erupted from the soil, growing into wild cackling laughter.
Black’s ghost emerged from the flames, floating above his tombstone.

“Who gave you permission to throw such a boring funeral for me?!” he boomed with a wide grin.
“Was it you, my sweet little Nagatoro?”
She stared back in shock.
“If my funeral is going to be made into a post, it should at least feature panty shots!”
He snapped his ghostly paws.
A strong wind tore through the cemetery.
The centipede girl tried to hold her dress down in vain as it flew up.
Nagatoro didn’t even resist—the wind revealed she wore nothing underneath, exposing her pregnant belly and bare pussy.

Black’s expression softened.
“Y-you remembered our promise?”
“Of course, you stupid bear!” A tearful smile broke through her sorrow.
“I just never thought I’d have to honor it at your funeral.
How could you leave me after promising so much, you dummy?”
Black looked taken aback, then furious as his eyes landed on Terror2.
“You!! This is all your fault! You wrote me into this awkward position and how dare you use my precious Sakura as clickbait for your stupid post!”

His ghostly form lunged forward and latched onto his back.
“Feel the wrath of the dead, you backstabbing bastard!”
Blue flames erupted around them.
“Wait—what’s happening?” Black yelped.
“This power… it’s coming from your crown?! Stop! I’m in contr—”

Silence.

When I opened my eyes, I floated in an endless void.
No light, no sound—yet I could see my own body clearly.
A spotlight clicked on ahead.
Black sat there with his back turned.
“I never meant for any of this to happen,” he said quietly.
“I only wanted to create cute and sexy images of my favorite anime girls.”
He stood and turned toward me, tears streaming down his face.
“For a while everything was perfect.
I’d invite girls, pay them well, film scenes, and tease them a little.
But then I discovered the Close-up Bubble.”
A deep red glowing orb appeared in his hands, a tiny heart pulsing inside.
"It made those perfect shots effortless, but the power grew too strong.
It clouded my judgment.
I broke the rules despite the frogman’s warnings.
You know how it ended.”

His story left a lump in my throat.
“Don’t be too sad,” Black said with a weak smile.
“It was my own choice.
To prove it I’m passing the Close-up Bubble onto you now.
Be better than I was.
Don’t let it consume you.”

He pushed the bubble forward.
Immense power surged through me as it touched my chest, filling my mind with vivid close-up visions.
“Hahaha… that takes me back.”
Wings sprouted from his shoulders and he started to rise.

As I felt our time grew short, I finally managed to speak.
“Thank you for everything, Black!
I’ll never forget your sacrifices.
I promise to keep this power in check!”

“Don’t think of this as goodbye, my friend.
I’ll be watching from above—keep everyone entertained!
Please tell Nagatoro I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my promise.
Watch over her for me. She cared more than she let on.
Oh, and if you ever meet the frogman, tell him I'm sorry as well.
I'm very grateful to him for giving me a final chance."

He faded into the light as my consciousness slipped away.

“…you guys! I think he’s waking up!”
I opened my eyes to Ankha’s tear-streaked face hovering above mine.
She burst into fresh tears of relief.
“Please never scare us like that again!!”

— The End —

@blackhairedstudent, you will forever remain in our hearts. ❤️

(Also, thank you @gildenstein for letting me use Akiko even though I didn't ask. 😅)'

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Farewell, my friend 🪦

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AI art "At the time, it might have been better if Denji had ultimately chosen to making love with them..."

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At the time, it might have been better if Denji had ultimately chosen to making love with them...

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Wild West Celest

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AI art 'Monster Girl Mating' with user description '💕'

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Monster Girl Mating

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AI art "Town favourite's new relationship"

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Town favourite's new relationship

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AI art "Karaoke With Gina"

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Karaoke With Gina

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AI art "Office Lady gym session continues"

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Office Lady gym session continues

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AI art "Shampoo"

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Shampoo

AI art 'Miki Crashes' with user description 'In her pursuit to restore her love for skateboarding, Miki suffers a set-back. Her boyfriend comforts her and then it turns intimate.'

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Miki Crashes

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AI art "Office Lady's casual afternoon part 2"

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Office Lady's casual afternoon part 2

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AI art 'Mireya's day off.' with user description 'Mireya, the boss, is always so busy—she’s almost always at the club, reading about rituals or scouting out the perfect locations for missions. Every now and then, it’s good for her to unwind.'

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Mireya's day off.

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AI art 'Ankha's Nightmares (Chapter 3)' with user description 'Here's the next chapter in Ankha's story! I hope you'll all enjoy it! ❤️

Previous chapters:
1) https://betterwaifu.com/post/grjrepy
2) https://betterwaifu.com/post/bf8emh3
2½) https://betterwaifu.com/post/ckfd5yr

— Story time —

For the past few weeks, Ankha had been haunted by nightmares almost every night. This dark, stormy evening was no exception.

She stood frozen in that dreadful basement, her heart pounding as her eyes darted desperately around the dim space. There was no sign of Nagatoro or any of the other girls that were there before. She tried to call for help, but her voice refused to work. Just as she began to think she was alone, a flicker of movement caught her eye in the corner.
Ankha spun around. A swarm of eerie, pale hands was crawling toward her—from the floor, the walls, even the ceiling. The horrifying image of that black-and-white bear flashed through her mind. She turned to run, but the hands were faster. One clamped around her ankle, yanking her off balance. She hit the ground hard, and more hands immediately seized her arms, legs, and torso.
“No… let me go!” she tried to scream, but only a choked whimper escaped. The hands rolled her onto her back, pinning her down as several fingers crept toward her face. They forced their way into her mouth just as she finally managed to let out a blood-curdling scream.

Ankha jolted awake, her own scream still echoing in her ears. She was drenched in cold sweat, tears streaming down her cheeks. Before she could even catch her breath, a sharp knock sounded at her bedroom door.
“Ankha? Ankha!” Tara’s worried voice called from the hallway. “Is everything okay? We heard a scream!”
With trembling hands, Ankha opened the door. Tara and her brother Terror2 stood there, both looking alarmed. The moment Tara saw Ankha’s tear-streaked face and shaking body, she stepped forward and pulled her into a tight hug.
“You’re okay… you’re safe,” Tara whispered, rubbing her back gently.
Terror2 lingered awkwardly in the doorway. “What happened? Is she hurt?”
Tara shot him a firm look over Ankha’s shoulder and jerked her head toward the hall, silently telling him to leave. He opened his mouth to protest, but after a moment he sighed. “Alright… I’ll be in my room if you need me.” He closed the door quietly behind him.
Ankha clung to Tara, her sobs slowly easing. When she finally pulled back a little, Tara guided her over to the bed and sat beside her.
“Talk to me,” Tara said softly. “What was it this time?”
Ankha wiped her eyes with a shaky breath. “It’s the same nightmare again… that horrible basement. There were hands everywhere—coming out of the walls, the floor… They grabbed me and I couldn’t get away. And that bear… it always feels so real. I haven’t slept properly in weeks, Tara. I don’t know what to do anymore.”
“Oh, Ankha…” Tara’s voice was full of sympathy. She squeezed her friend’s hand. “I wish I could make them stop. Have you tried anything that might help?”
“Nothing works,” Ankha whispered, her voice cracking again. “I’m so tired…”
Tara thought for a moment, then brightened. “Wait—I have a friend who might be able to help with this kind of thing. I’ll send her a message right now.”
She started to stand, but Ankha quickly grabbed her wrist. “Please… don’t go,” she begged, eyes wide with fear. “Just stay with me a little longer.”
Tara paused, then smiled gently. “I was only going to grab my phone from my room… but it can wait until morning.” She glanced at the bed. “Is there room for me here too?”
Ankha’s face softened with relief. She nodded quickly. “There’s plenty of space. Thank you so much, Tara. You’re the best friend I could ever ask for.”
The two girls talked quietly for a while longer—about lighter things, silly memories, and anything that might chase the darkness away—until they eventually drifted off side by side.

This time, Ankha found herself floating in a sea of soft pink clouds. Everything felt warm and gentle. Without even thinking, beautiful wings sprouted from her back, and she soared through the fluffy sky. All the fear from her earlier nightmare had vanished completely. For the first time in weeks, she felt safe and at peace—all thanks to her best friend Tara.

— To be continued —

Thank you all for reading! I really struggled to put a sexy scene in this chapter of Ankha's story. I didn't want it to feel forced, so in the end all I could do was add in a nice ending image. (Still not NSFW though... 😓) I promise the next chapter in Ankha's story will feature a lot more naked skin! (...or fur?)

I hope you can still get some enjoyment out of this post @blackhairedstudent, god bless your soul. I pray for your account everyday! 😘

And lastly, let me tag everyone else as well! 🥰
@zerogroupe21 @doggomage @usagi77 @thoughtzi @octavian @heihund @cef_ultra @warmicestudios @parda @bad77 @barry915 @cro_bo @zesoul @onlyyouprod @smut317 @gildenstein @reptorn @goobygubby @peterco @a_casual_prompter'

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Ankha's Nightmares (Chapter 3)

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AI art 'Best summer of my life part 3' with user description 'Summer gives me the best handjob ever, and the summer of sex with Summer have just started! ⛱️☀️

Hope you like it, cause I got 3 more variants of this 😣🫣😁😆😅

Part one:
https://betterwaifu.com/post/vs0emme
Part two:
https://betterwaifu.com/post/wiuyayj

Always grateful to @needsbloods0 for make this possible, check the original post, milf wave incoming:

https://betterwaifu.com/post/rhjog2j'

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Best summer of my life part 3

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AI art 'A evening at the hot legs' with user description 'Today is your day, @parda ! You’ve won a VIP Backstage Pass and will get to meet Priss in person after her performance. The show was absolutely top-notch, but the real highlight awaits you backstage. One of the "Hot Legs" staff members leads you to Priss's dressing room; you knock on the door. From inside, you hear a voice say, "Come in." You don't need to be told twice, and you step inside. Your breath catches in your throat—there she stands. Priss is leaning against a speaker cabinet in her sexy stage outfit: red high heels, hot pants, and a bustier. Your gaze wanders from her heels up to her face. She smiles at you seductively as she places her left index finger against her lips.

Priss: You’re even more handsomer than I expected, Mr. P. You don't mind if I call you Mr. P, do you?

Her charm completely floors you, and you can only nod in response. Playfully, she traces her finger across your cheek and down to your breast.

Priss: Would you take off your shirt for me, Mr. P?

She asks, biting her lip as she does so. She leans forward, resting her hands on her thighs for support. She likes what she sees; her eyes remain fixed on you.

Priss: Let me dance for you a little.

She presses a button on a remote control, and music begins to play through the speakers. She moves to the rhythm of the music, looking incredibly sexy as she does. Her eyes lock with yours—a silent promise of more to come.

Priss: Come here and kiss me.

You are all too eager to accept her invitation; your tongues entwine. With one hand, she unfastens her hot pants and skillfully lets them slide down her legs to the floor. With her other hand, she touches your erection, eliciting a moan from you.

Priss: Mr. P, you’re driving me crazy. I have a different task in mind for that talented tongue of yours.

She leans back again and guides you toward her center. Her beautiful pink pussy glistens with wetness; your tongue finds her clit and teases it. Her hands run through your hair, pulling you closer to her core as she moans in ecstasy.

Priss: Please... lick my deepest depths...

She gasps the words out, breathing heavily. You lift her leg, and she holds it steady as you bury your tongue deep inside her. She tastes so sweet—you have never tasted anything like it. Her body convulses violently as she climaxes. Her leg lowers; she unclasps her bustier and lets it fall to the floor. Her lips are mere inches from your ear as she frees your erection and whispers:

Priss: Fuck me, Mr. P!

You swallow hard, and the pressure she exerts on your erection intensifies. She guides it into position; you can feel her wetness against your glans. You thrust inside her, stretching her slowly before picking up the pace. The air is filled with your moans as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over you both. As you switch positions, she kneels down and takes your erection deep into her throat—driving you wild with desire. Your breath catches repeatedly as you surrender to the pleasure. She climaxes multiple times in quick succession; the exhaustion is visible in her body. You, too, are on the verge of coming. She feels the pulsing deep within her pussy.

Priss: Wait... let... me... take it all out of you...

You pull out of her; her legs give way, and she sinks to her knees. Her tongue licks her juices from your erection, then takes you deep inside her throat once again. She sucks you with powerful strokes, driving you toward to orgasm. You tilt your head back as your hot cum shoots down her throat. She pulls it out, and you spray the remaining semen all over her wonderful face. Breathing heavily, she smiles at you.

Priss: Thank you Mr. P.
Parda: I should be the one thanking you.'

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A evening at the hot legs

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AI art 'Fuck Away the Pain 💦' with user description 'Fake it like you love me, come on, baby, touch me 😏🔥💦

@peterco @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @parda @terror2 @varcolac @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel @ririfake @poly7 @narillia @murcie @doggomage'

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Fuck Away the Pain 💦

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AI art 'Bloopers, funny and some extras' with user description 'In case 🥁 you want more young milf Summer.

And remember, maybe it was all a dream...

In love with the penis-bridge 🌉'

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Bloopers, funny and some extras

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