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AI art 'Dumpster' with user description 'She is just taking a rest before next round.'

Dumpster

cef_ultra
AI art "CHAPTER 1: “This is my town”"
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CHAPTER 1: “This is my town”

warmicestudios
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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Nagatoro Disgusted

blackhairedstudent
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umbraex
AI art 'Anna in the big city' with user description 'She found an abandoned apartment. You cuming with?'
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Anna in the big city

barry915
AI art "Rave collection"
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Rave collection

jiggy
AI art "In all glory"
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In all glory

zorarora
AI art 'night alley'
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night alley

tamav1
AI art 'Oh Boy' with user description 'Just thought there ought to be a counterpart to the female version I saw on the home tab lol'

Oh Boy

vexxsynn
AI art "All the Way in the Alleyway"
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All the Way in the Alleyway

thoughtzi
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ririfake
AI art "Side Alley"
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Side Alley

kevinmight
AI art 'TV time p.1'
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TV time p.1

inadequatedr
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hajaminosun
AI art "Kobeni Higashiyama: Devil Hunter or..."
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Kobeni Higashiyama: Devil Hunter or...

thoughtzi
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traders
AI art "No way people don't have massive orgies in Penacony"
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No way people don't have massive orgies in Penacony

wasabikuzu
AI art "Introducing Annie"

Introducing Annie

smut317
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tomatoma
AI art "Ready to sleep? Kill la kill"
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Ready to sleep? Kill la kill

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