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AI art "One Night in Ruka"
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One Night in Ruka

octavian
AI art "Some random prompts"
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Some random prompts

octavian
AI art 'Ruka ❤️'
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Ruka ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Sailor Sluts"
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Sailor Sluts

zerogroupe21
AI art "Strictly Vagitarian 01"

Strictly Vagitarian 01

warmicestudios
AI art "Minidump of Playboy Wifus"
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Minidump of Playboy Wifus

zerogroupe21
AI art 'Tojo Casting' with user description 'The private observation chamber was a masterclass in voyeuristic luxury. The center of the room featured a transparent glass cube, reinforced to withstand immense pressure, surrounded by a plush lounge where twelve "Elite Benefactors" sat in silence. They had paid a king’s ransom to witness the impossible: the systematic dismantling of the Ultimate Maid’s composure. Kirumi Tojo stood inside the glass, the cold surface pressing against her back, while the colossal man loomed before her. "They didn't just come to see me finish, Kirumi," the man wheezed, his heavy hand slapping against the glass wall. "They came to see you fail. They want to see that 'Perfect' mask crack when nine hours of my girth meets that tight, virgin ass of yours. You’re being fucked for an audience." Kirumi didn't spare a glance for the men outside the glass. "My audience is irrelevant, sir. My focus is entirely on the fulfillment of your needs. If your satisfaction requires a witness, then that is simply another layer of the service I provide." The man’s mocking laughter echoed in the cube. "We’ll see how 'professional' you stay. Because I’m going to start with you in that uniform. I want to feel the lace and the fabric tear as I split you open." The first three hours were a brutal display of endurance. Forced against the glass, Kirumi remained in her full maid uniform, the back of her skirt hiked up as the man made his initial, violent entry. The impact of his massive frame sent tremors through the glass, creating a rhythmic, wet thumping sound that the observers watched with bated breath. Kirumi’s face was pressed against the cold surface, her eyes wide and focused on her own reflection as the fabric of her bloomers was shredded by the sheer force of the intrusion. At the four-hour mark, the man paused, his breath hitching. "Strip," he commanded. "I want the rest of this to be skin on skin. I want the glass to feel every bit of your heat." Kirumi obeyed with mechanical precision. She stepped out of the ruins of her uniform, standing completely naked in the center of the glass box. Her pale, lithe body was a stark contrast to the man's gargantuan, sweating form. She returned to her position against the glass, her hands splayed against the surface for balance, her spine arching as he reclaimed his position. The remaining six hours were a symphony of degradation. To the onlookers, it was a biological anomaly. They watched as the man’s monstrous girth relentlessly hammered into Kirumi’s posterior passage, the friction turning her skin a deep, angry crimson. Through the glass, they could see the terrifying extent of the stretch—the way her uninitiated opening was forced to yawn around a diameter it was never meant to house. As the ninth hour approached, the man’s movements became a frantic, desperate surge. With a final, guttural roar, he slammed Kirumi one last time against the glass, his weight making the entire structure groan. He finally achieved his release, a massive, cooling deluge that flooded her ravaged core. When he finally withdrew and the doors to the cube slid open, the silence in the lounge was deafening. The "Perfect Maid" didn't collapse. She leaned against the glass for support, her legs trembling violently. Her anus was a catastrophic ruin. The tight, pristine seal was gone, replaced by a dark, distended void that remained wide open, pulsing with the shock of nine hours of total expansion. The muscles had been pushed so far past their limit that they hung paralyzed; the opening was a permanent, gaping circle, unable to retract or close. A thick, dark mixture of blood and fluid leaked steadily from the hollowed-out aperture, pooling at her heels and smearing against the glass she had been pinned against. Despite the fact that her anatomy had been fundamentally altered—that she was now a "virgin" with a permanent, yawning hole—Kirumi reached for a cleaning cloth. "The service has been completed," she whispered, her voice a hollow rasp. She began to wipe the man's sweat and her own blood from the glass, her movements stiff and agonizing. To the stunned rich men watching, she was no longer just a maid; she was a monument to a devotion that had survived the impossible.'
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Tojo Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art "My Kingdom for an Elf Girl"
27

My Kingdom for an Elf Girl

octavian
AI art 'Celest Vale sees the world 2' with user description 'Celest's travels took her across the pond to Paris. "I'm looking for some authentic French baguettes," Celest said as she checked her map. It wasn't long before a handsome Frenchman offered her directions to a local bakery...and an invitation to show her his home grown baguette. "Silly boy, you could have gave me this BEFORE the bakery," She said after being cream-filled by his eight inches in her ass. The next night, Celest satisfied by the warm-up, decided she was ready for a real cross-cultural exchange. "You four...I want to see what give the France it's reputation as a romantic country, except...without all the romance." The quartet understood the assignment. 30 minutes later, Celest was in her hotel room, all her holes filled by French dicks. They took turns, cumming in and on her until they were spent. "That was fun boys, but I think you lot could work on your stamina," She criticized. On the final day of her trip, she hailed a taxi to go to the Louve Museum. When it was time to pay, she found herself in a bind. One of the gentleman, took all her Euros last night. "Well, this is embarrassing, I don't have any money right now....is there some....other way I can pay you?" she asked, raising her skirt to show no panties underneath. Moments later, she found her legs hiked up and a massive dick fucking her senseless. "This is the baguette i was looking for!" She moaned as the taxi rocked. "Cum on my tits, I want to see it!" She left the taxi, cum stained but content. "I need to call my sister. This place is as advertised." She said.'
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Celest Vale sees the world 2

octavian
AI art "Sunscreen Application"
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Sunscreen Application

thoughtzi
AI art "Strictly Vagitarian 02"
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Strictly Vagitarian 02

warmicestudios
AI art "No Strings Attached"
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No Strings Attached

octavian
AI art "Quiet but not forgotten"
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Quiet but not forgotten

octavian
AI art "Demi - Tied Up"
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Demi - Tied Up

goobygubby
AI art 'Femboy BJ' for prompt: 'fellatio, balls_deep, huge_testicles, testicles_on_chin, brown pixie_cut, topless with tan_lines, femboy blowing futanari, hand on head, smiling at femboy'
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Femboy BJ

stormyboatsailor
AI art "Sailor Scouts"
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Sailor Scouts

zerogroupe21
AI art ""It was fun while it lasted... Goodbye.""
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"It was fun while it lasted... Goodbye."

wasabikuzu
AI art 'Bulma shows cheelai some fun'
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Bulma shows cheelai some fun

grimm22
AI art "Autographed Headshots"
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Autographed Headshots

octavian
AI art 'The Queen of Lust' with user description 'Gildenstein: Ladies and gentlemen, good evening, and welcome to the Hot Legs highlight of tonight! The Queen of Lust herself—Annie—honors us with her presence. Her playmate for this evening is none other than our very own Priss! Grab your drinks, sit back, and enjoy the show! You have all come @bad77 @parda @warmicestudios @terror2 @peterco @blackhairedstudent @barry915 @reptorn to see us. Center stage, she lies naked upon our playground, waiting for me. Lust is written all over her face; her wild eyes beg me to share my desire with her. Her lips wait longingly for mine. Her breathing comes in heavy gasps of joyful anticipation, awaiting the touch of my skin. I savor this sight for just a moment longer—this woman who pleads with me to make her mine. Her tender, soft breasts with those perfect nipples, that sweet navel, those endlessly long legs, and her already dripping-wet pink pussy. I claim it all. Gildenstein promised the boys a show, and a show is exactly what they’re going to get. I approach her, stopping just inches away, then lift my foot and offer her my toes. A collective moan ripples through the audience as she teases them with her tongue. So soft, so wet—and my hand is already on my own pearl. I walk around her and kneel down between her spread legs. With a smile, I accept the Venus she offers me and bury my tongue deep inside her. Her moans make the audience sit up and take notice—so intense, truly an unforgettable moment. I see men stroking their cocks and women sliding their hands beneath their clothes. The ecstasy is palpable, and *I* savor every single moment of it. Her sweet nectar of love moistens my lips; I lick it up, not wasting a single drop. I pull her between my legs until our wet pussies touch and rub against each other. Moaning, I massage both our clits until we come. Dazed, she sits up. Priss: Please, I want to taste your sweet juices on my tongue. How could I say no to that? I spread my legs wide, offering her a sight that makes people pause, all while I continue to massage my clit. She buries her face between my legs, her tongue pleasuring my core. I’m addicted to her; I want more of her nectar. So I lift her head—confusion in her gaze, holding the unspoken question: did she do something wrong? Smiling, I shake my head and position her beneath me so that we can lick each other. Our next orgasm isn't long in coming. Trembling, we lie draped over one another. It seems that a few people in the audience have come as well; one of the women has taken her partner's cock deep down her throat, and cum is trickling from the corners of her mouth—a sight that makes me jealous. Priss draws my attention back to herself; she’s holding a dildo in her hand. Priss: Ple...ase... Annie: Please... what, my love? Priss: Please... fuck... me... She is so sweet; our tongues find one another as I insert the dildo for her, just as she asked. She comes instantly—what a sweet, naughty girl. I grab another dildo from the play area and hand it to her; why should she be the only one having fun? The dildos slide in and out of our greedy pussies, but they bring me no true satisfaction; my holes are craving something real. Annie: Boys! We need your help up here! They don't need to be told twice; they strip off their clothes as they step onto the stage. Gildenstein stands unimpressed behind the bar, but I swear I saw a smirk flit across his features. Our bodies are devoured by them—hard, throbbing cocks everywhere. They fill every orifice: mouth, pussy, asshole—God, the ecstasy! There is nothing better than a hard cock taking me like an animal. Priss seems to feel the exact same way; she comes again and again. My head, too, is spinning after countless orgasms. The air is thick with sex, sweat, and our moans—the moans of two sluts being fucked into oblivion. Dazed by the ceaseless waves of pleasure, we lie on the play area while the boys drench us in their hot cum. They paint a white masterpiece upon our skin. Breathing heavily, I kiss Priss, and she returns the kiss. Weariness settles over the guests and over us as well, yet I cannot hide how much I enjoyed this. Priss, too, smiles at me, trembling all over. In halting breaths, she forces the words through her lips: Priss: "You... truly... are... the Queen of Lust."'
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The Queen of Lust

gildenstein
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