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AI art '1000 Followers Special' with user description 'Thanks guys ❤️ here is one of favourites (and best work) so far. I would apreciate if you like and comment what was you favourite photo.. it cost at least 250 credits to make 😞 (because of the feet one)
Well, enjoy have a nice fap

The art room was bathed in the warm, orange glow of the late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the easels and scattered sketches. Naoto, or "Senpai" as he was perpetually known, had stepped out to clear some space in the storage closet, leaving Nagatoro and the visiting Marin Kitagawa alone. Marin had stopped by to consult on a potential cosplay project, but the conversation had quickly shifted as Nagatoro observed the way the blonde girl’s eyes lingered on Senpai’s back whenever he moved.
"You’re totally staring, Kitagawa-san," Nagatoro teased, her signature mischievous grin stretching across her face as she leaned against a desk.
Marin jumped, her face turning a shade of pink that rivaled the sunset. "W-What? No, I was just looking at the... the perspective in his drawing! It’s really impressive!"
Nagatoro let out a sharp, feline cackle. "Liar! You’ve been thirsty for my gross Senpai since you walked in. It’s written all over your face." She walked closer, her eyes narrowing with a playful, predatory glint. "But I don't blame you. He’s surprisingly... capable, once you get past all the stammering."
Marin fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, her heart racing. "Is it that obvious? He’s just so dedicated to his craft, and he’s actually really kind. I didn't think you’d be so open about it, Nagatoro-san."
"Well, I’m the only one allowed to bully him," Nagatoro said, her tone shifting slightly. She stepped into Marin’s personal space, lowering her voice. "But honestly? He’s been working so hard lately. I think he needs a real reward. Something that’ll blow that shy little mind of his. And I’ve been thinking... I wouldn't mind sharing the fun if it’s with someone who actually appreciates him."
Marin’s eyes widened, her breath catching. "Sharing? You mean... a threesome? With Senpai?"
"Why not?" Nagatoro shrugged, though her blush was starting to match Marin’s. "Think about it. Two girls like us, giving him the best experience of his life. He’d probably faint from the shock, but once he gets going, he’s a lot more intense than he looks. Don't tell me you haven't imagined it."
Marin’s mind raced. She thought about Naoto’s steady hands, his quiet intensity, and the way he looked when he was focused. The idea of being with him, guided by Nagatoro’s fearless energy, sent a jolt of heat through her. "I... I have. But I didn't want to overstep. He’s your Senpai."
"He is," Nagatoro whispered, leaning in to Marin’s ear. "Which is why I’m inviting you. It’ll be a masterpiece, Kitagawa. Much better than any cosplay photo. We can show him exactly how much we like him. Together."
The door creaked open, and Naoto walked back in, wiping dust from his hands. "Okay, I cleared out the—" He stopped mid-sentence, sensing the heavy, electric atmosphere in the room. Both girls were staring at him, their faces flushed and their eyes bright with a shared, secret intent.
"Senpai~" Nagatoro chirped, walking over and grabbing his arm. "Kitagawa-san and I were just discussing a new art project. A live study. And we decided we need you as the center of it."
Before Naoto could protest, Marin stepped forward, her initial hesitation replaced by a bold, nervous excitement. "She’s right, Senpai. I really want to... participate. If that’s okay with you?"
The confusion on Naoto’s face didn't last long as the girls began to lead him toward the large lounge chair in the corner of the room. The transition from teasing to reality was seamless. Nagatoro took the lead, her hands moving with a possessive confidence, while Marin followed, her touch gentle but eager.
The art room became a sanctuary of shared heat. They shared Senpai’s cock with a frantic, coordinated hunger, Nagatoro’s experienced playfulness perfectly complementing Marin’s genuine, overflowing passion. Naoto was overwhelmed, his senses pushed to their absolute limit as he was worshipped by both girls. The evening turned into a blur of tangled limbs and whispered praise, a masterpiece of intimacy that left all three of them breathless and utterly satisfied in the fading light.'

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1000 Followers Special

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AI art "Fern Gangbang"

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Fern Gangbang

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AI art 'Kirigiri Casting' with user description 'The evening air at the secluded beach was heavy with the scent of salt and the rhythmic crashing of the tide against the jagged rocks. Kyoko Kirigiri, the Ultimate Detective, stood on the cooling sand, her signature lavender hair caught in the breeze. She had traded her high-collared jacket for a simple, translucent wrap, though she still wore her black studded gloves—a final barrier of mystery she wasn't yet ready to shed.
The Casting Transcript: Kyoko Kirigiri (The Ultimate Detective)
1. Identity: Name, age, and job?
"Kyoko Kirigiri. I am 18 years old. As for my job... I solve mysteries. I look for the truth beneath the lies, no matter how uncomfortable that truth might be."
2. Dreams: What do you want for your future?
"To find the answers that were stolen from me. To live a life where I don't have to be afraid of my own vulnerabilities. I want to know what it feels like to lose control without losing myself."
3. Hobbies: Games, movies, and anime you love?
"I enjoy logic puzzles and Sudoku. For movies, I prefer noir classics like The Maltese Falcon or modern psychological thrillers like Se7en. As for anime, Monster is a masterpiece of human depravity and redemption. It keeps my mind sharp."
4. Favorites: Who are your favorite characters?
"I admire Sherlock Holmes for his dedication to the truth. I also find C.C. from Code Geass intriguing—her immortality and detachment resonate with me in ways I’m still investigating."
5. Motivation: Why do you want to do this? What do you expect?
"Investigation requires data. I have spent my life observing human nature from the outside. I want to experience the most extreme physical sensations possible—to see if my logic can survive a total sensory override. I expect a physical challenge that leaves no room for deduction."
6. Drive: Scale of 1-10, how much do you like sex?
"A 9. While I appear cold, the heat of an intense physical encounter is the only thing that truly quiets the noise in my head. It is a logical necessity for my well-being."
7. Safety: What is your "Safe Word"?
"'EVIDENCE.' If I say that, the investigation is closed and you must withdraw immediately."
8. Technical: Okay with being filmed in high-def?
"The camera does not lie. Capture everything in 8K. I want to review the footage later to see the exact moment my composure breaks."
9. The Agreement: Describe the scene?
"A moonlit beach. One man—physically imposing, standing well over two meters tall. He must possess... substantial equipment. I want to be handled with a raw, primal force that ignores my status. I want to be filled until I am physically changed—left gaped and open like a hollow space, unable to close even after he is finished."
The Scene: "The Detective’s Open Case"
The moon hung high, a pale witness to the encounter on the shore. Kyoko lay back on a dark silk blanket spread over the sand. Towering over her was the man she had requested—a literal giant of a human, his shadow completely engulfing her pale frame. When he revealed himself, his member was a colossal, pulsing vein of power that made even the stoic detective’s eyes widen in silent calculation.
"Show me the truth," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the waves.
The scene was an exercise in extreme physical displacement. He didn't just enter her; he invaded her. Kyoko’s 18-year-old body was pushed to its structural limits as he drove into her Vaginally, his massive girth stretching her porcelain skin until it was translucent. She gripped the sand, her gloved hands digging into the earth as she let out a high, sharp cry—a sound of pure, unrefined data.
He moved with the weight of the ocean, each thrust hitting her fundus with a heavy thud that echoed in her chest. Kyoko’s logical mind shattered; there was no room for thought, only the overwhelming sensation of being "full."
As the climax approached, he finished with a pressurized torrent, a Creampie so massive it began to overflow immediately, slicking her inner thighs and the silk beneath her. But it was the aftermath that fulfilled her request. As he slowly withdrew his massive length, Kyoko’s entrance didn't snap back. She remained gaped—a wide, pulsing, red circle of surrender that stayed open to the night air, unable to retract from the sheer scale of the trauma.
She lay there, her lavender hair matted with sand and sweat, looking down at the "hole" he had left in her. She was a ruin of a woman, leaking white fluid from a gaped abyss that showed exactly how deep his victory had gone. Kyoko looked at the camera, her expression dazed and completely broken of its usual stoicism.
"The evidence... is conclusive," she panted, her eyes rolling back in a final wave of overstimulated bliss. "I am... completely compromised."'

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Kirigiri Casting

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AI art 'Posing on Beach' with user description 'Bigboy69 asked for a nagatoro solo on a beach'

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Posing on Beach

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AI art "In HornyTown cuteness left a long time ago..."

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In HornyTown cuteness left a long time ago...

AI art "Danganronpa 2 aquarium"

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Danganronpa 2 aquarium

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AI art 'Tsunade ❤️'

Tsunade ❤️

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AI art "Robin Casting"

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Robin Casting

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AI art "Mitsuri Pole dance"

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Mitsuri Pole dance

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AI art "Nami Casting"

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Nami Casting

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AI art 'Akane Casting' with user description 'The moonlight shimmered off the dark waves of the Jabberwock Island shore, casting long, rhythmic shadows across the sand. The air was thick with the salt of the ocean and the lingering heat of a tropical night. **Akane Owari** stood near the tide line, her breathing heavy, though she wasn't out of breath from a sprint. Standing before her were two men—specimens of raw, muscular power, their chests broad and their presence commanding.
Toko Fukawa, hidden behind a nearby palm tree with a notebook and a flashlight, watched with a mix of horror and obsessive fascination. She had followed Akane after the gymnast mentioned a "late-night training session" that required "maximum stamina."
"Alright," Akane said, her voice husky as she wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead. "You guys said you wanted to see if a gymnast’s flexibility actually translates to a real fight. I’m game. But if I win, you’re buying me the biggest barbecue spread on the island."
One of the men, a giant with shoulders like granite, let out a low chuckle. "And if you can't keep up with both of us, Akane? The stakes are different. We get to use that body until we're satisfied. Every inch of it."
Akane’s eyes flashed with a predatory spark. She didn't hesitate. She kicked off her shoes and dropped her shirt into the sand, standing there in the moonlight, her toned, 18-year-old frame glowing. "Deal. Let's see if those muscles are just for show."
The **Gangbang**—short but incredibly intense—began right there on the cooling sand. Akane didn't wait to be taken; she lunged forward, but the two men moved with a coordinated strength that pinned her down almost instantly. The first stage was a relentless **Fellatio** circuit. Akane was pulled into a sitting position, forced into a **Deepthroat** that pushed her limits. Taking their massive, thick lengths into her throat was a revelation of girth; she felt her airway occupied by a density that forced her to prioritize the sensation over breathing.
"Is that... all you got?" she gasped, her voice ragged as she pulled back, only to be flipped onto her hands and knees.
The main event was a display of sheer physical expansion. Because of her gymnast’s flexibility, the men decided to push her to her absolute threshold. They engaged in a **Double Penetration** that felt like it was rearranging her internal structure. She had one man in her pussy and the other in her **Anus** at the same time. The scale was monumental; the obsidian-hard length of their dicks stretched her frame until she thought her muscles would snap.
Akane screamed into the night air, her body arching as she **cummed** again and again. The friction of their heavy, rhythmic movements created a heat that made her skin feel like it was on fire. She was being used, filled, and stretched, her internal walls pulsing in a dazed attempt to hold onto both of them.
The finale was a total biological saturation. The two men stood over her as she lay exhausted in the sand. They guided her into one final, punishing **Deepthroat**, and as they reached their peak, they unleashed a **Bukkake** that was legendary in its volume. They drowned her in their warmth, the white fluid painting her face, her hair, and her heaving chest.
Because they held her mouth shut to ensure every drop was delivered, the pressure forced the warm, thick cream through her sinuses. Akane felt the stinging heat of **cum** leaking from her **nose**, and a faint warmth even reached her **ears**. She was internally and externally flooded.
When they finally stepped back, Akane remained on the sand, her legs wide and trembling. She looked up at the stars, a dazed, satisfied smile on her face as white fluid trickled from her nose and lips.
"Best... workout... ever," she whispered.
Behind the tree, Toko Fukawa’s pen snapped in half. "Y-You... you absolute monster! I can't write this! No one will believe the physics! But... the way that fluid leaked... it was... aesthetically... compelling..." She scrambled to find another pen, her hands shaking as she began to record the "data."'

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Akane Casting

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AI art 'Strip Club'

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Strip Club

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AI art "Asui goes to the swimming pool"

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Asui goes to the swimming pool

AI art 'Genshin Girls (Spicy Inazuma Edition)' with user description 'Feat. both Raidens.'

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Genshin Girls (Spicy Inazuma Edition)

AI art "New model test"

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New model test

AI art "Stitch surfing on a turtle"

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Stitch surfing on a turtle

AI art "Girls Swimming"

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Girls Swimming

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AI art 'Huffy bath time' with user description 'Anara isn't very happy with you.
You both get in the bath. She says neither of you can smell of sex when meeting each other's parents.
'But she's so cute in the bath though!' you think, as a little friend pops out to play.

"...We're already in the bath, so it's fine."
And Anara agrees to some bath play.'

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Huffy bath time

AI art 'Maki Casting' with user description 'The rain lashed against the cold glass of the skyscraper’s penthouse, mirroring the rhythmic thrum of my pulse. I moved through the vents like a shadow, my red scrunchies the only splash of color in the dark machinery of the ventilation shaft. My target: the CEO of a multi-national conglomerate who had been funding shadow wars. He was supposed to be alone.
I dropped from the ceiling with a silent, lethal grace, my dagger already unsheathed. But as my boots hit the plush carpet, blinding spotlights erupted from every corner, illuminating twenty men in tactical gear with rifles aimed at my chest.
In the center stood the CEO, a man with a cruel, polished smile. "Maki Harukawa," he purred. "The Ultimate Assassin. Did you really think I wouldn't be ready?"
I tightened my grip on my blade, scanning the room. Twenty elite guards, high-caliber weapons, zero cover. To fight was to die in a hail of lead before I could take a single step. I let the dagger fall. The metallic clang echoed through the silent room.
"Fine," I said, my voice as flat as a grave. "I lost. You can take my life now. Just make it quick."
The CEO stepped forward, his eyes roaming over my body with a sickening, predatory hunger. "Your life? Now? Oh, Maki, you aren't going to die so soon. We’re going to use you. Every single one of us."
They took me to a room tucked away in the back of the penthouse—a jarring, horrific contrast to the rest of the building. It was completely pink. Pink walls, pink rugs, pink satin. They stripped me of my gear, but they didn't bind me. They didn't need to. With twenty armed men standing guard and the CEO watching like a hawk, they knew I had nowhere to go. I stood there in the center of that soft, neon nightmare, exposed and surrounded.
For the next two hours, the room was a blur of heat and degradation. The CEO and his twenty guards descended upon me like animals. Because I wasn't bound, they moved me as they pleased, forcing me into various positions on the plush floor and against the velvet walls. They used me in every way possible, their lust driven by the thrill of conquering the world's most dangerous woman. They were relentless, taking turns with a primal, chaotic energy. They used my mouth, my pussy, and my anal passage with a bruising, heavy-handed greed. I felt the weight of them and the staggering girth of men who thought they had finally broken me.
But as they hammered into me, as they filled my orifices with their filth, they didn't notice the subtle, sweet scent emanating from my skin. I wasn't fighting back—not because I had given up, but because I was waiting.
Before the mission, I had prepared for the worst-case scenario. I had coated the linings of my three orifices with a highly concentrated, slow-release sedative—a calming toxin designed to be absorbed through mucosal contact. I had taken the antidote hours prior. Every time they used me, every time they drove themselves into my body, they were unknowingly dosing themselves with a powerful paralytic.
One by one, the guards began to stumble. The CEO, who was currently over me, his face twisted in a mask of hedonistic joy, suddenly felt his eyes glaze over. His movements slowed, becoming sluggish and heavy.
"W-What... what is this?" he gasped, his tongue thick.
"Do you want to die?" I whispered.
He collapsed on top of me, a dead weight. Around the room, heavy thuds followed as all twenty men hit the floor, their bodies completely paralyzed but their hearts still beating.
I stood up, my body aching and coated in the evidence of their depravity, but my mind was clearer than it had been all night. I walked over to where they had tossed my dagger and picked it up.
"You said you were going to use me," I said, looking down at the CEO as he stared up with wide, terrified eyes. "But in the end, you were just the delivery system for your own execution."
I moved through the room with methodical precision. One stroke for each guard. One final, slow cut for the man in the center. By the time I walked out of that pink room, the only color left on the walls was the deep, dark crimson of a mission finally completed. I disappeared into the rain, leaving the "dollhouse" behind forever.'

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Maki Casting

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

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Monster Girl Mating

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