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AI art 'Snow Gangbang' with user description 'Some hot cold scenes ❤️'

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Snow Gangbang

blackhairedstudent

AI art "Marin Dark Room Gangbang"

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Marin Dark Room Gangbang

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AI art 'Momo Hot Spring Reimagined' with user description 'The steam rose thick and heavy around the outdoor hot spring, just like in those old mountain inns from the stories. Lanterns flickered softly, reflecting on the dark water. I sank deeper into the heat with a sigh, my bare skin prickling from the temperature. My name is Momo Ayase, 1* years old, a medium who kicks spirit ass for a living. I'd snuck in here after a long day to unwind. *This better be worth it. No ghosts, no idiots interrupting.*

Then the splashing started. Footsteps. A lot of them. At least fifteen old ugly men shuffled into the women's side of the spring—wrinkled faces, sagging bellies, crooked teeth, leering eyes. No towels, no shame. They surrounded me in the water, closing the circle fast.

"Oi! What the hell do you fossils think you're doing?! This is the women's bath, you pervy old bastards! Get out before I make you regret it!" I yelled, voice loud and sharp, standing up straight even as the water made my head feel fuzzy. I glared right at the leader, a fat balding one with a nasty scar. *These ugly creeps don't scare me. I'm tough. I'll handle this like always.*

They laughed. The leader lunged first, grabbing my wrist with surprising strength. "Pretty medium girl all alone. Perfect for us." Another grabbed my shoulder from behind, pushing me back into deeper water. I swung my free arm, elbowing one in the chest. "Bastards! Let go! You think you can touch me?!"

But there were too many. Hands everywhere—rough, calloused, groping my arms, waist, thighs. They dragged me to the center. The heat was messing with me, making my limbs heavy, my thoughts slower. *Damn it... just like that time with the spirits. Stay focused, Momo. Fight back.*

They got what they wanted.

Three of them forced in at once. The leader shoved his thick cock deep into my pussy, stretching me wide. Another ugly old man pushed into my ass from behind, the pressure intense. A third grabbed my hair and rammed into my mouth, filling my throat. Triple penetration—my body stuffed full as they started thrusting in rough, sloppy rhythm. The water splashed wildly around us.

"Mmph— you disgusting perverts! I'll kill you for this— ngh!" I tried to growl around the cock in my mouth, eyes watering but glaring hard. I bit down warningly, kicking my legs. *This can't break me. I'm strong. I face worse every day. Don't let them see you weak.* But inside, it was cracking me apart. The overwhelming fullness hit every spot at once, sending brutal waves of pleasure through me. My walls clenched hard despite myself. *No... it feels too good. Their ugly cocks are ruining me. Why is my body like this?*

The other twelve watched, stroking themselves, groping my tits, slapping my ass, pinching my nipples. They rotated fast—more hands forcing my legs wider, more cocks taking turns in the three holes. "Look at her acting brave," one cackled. I kept fighting on the surface, spitting curses when my mouth was free. "Is that all you got, you worthless wrinkly idiots?! I've beaten scarier ghosts than your limp dicks! Get off me!"

My voice stayed defiant, brave face locked in, but my mind was shattering. Extreme pleasure ripped through me as the first orgasm hit hard—my pussy and ass spasming around two cocks while the third fucked my throat deeper. I came so violently my vision blurred, legs shaking underwater, but I forced it down, replacing moans with angry grunts. "Not... enjoying this... at all... you bastards!" *Fuck... another one's coming. It's too much. I'm breaking. The heat, their roughness—I'm cumming again and again. Hate how good it feels.*

They didn't stop. The gangrape went on relentlessly in the steamy spring. Three at a time, always—pounding my holes, filling me with cum that leaked into the water. They used my hands and breasts too, covering me in their seed. I kept the tough act, headbutting one, yelling "Idiots!" and "Perverted old shits!" between gasps. But internally I was lost. Each orgasm broke me more. *I'm supposed to be unbreakable like that girl in the stories. Yet here I am... getting destroyed by fifteen ugly old men. The pleasure is extreme. My body wants more even as I fight.*

It felt like forever—the constant thrusting, the rotations, the way they laughed while using me. My brave mask held, but my thoughts were pure chaos: *Don't submit. Stay strong. But god... it's so deep. So full. Cumming again—shit!*

Finally, they pulled back, satisfied, chuckling as they waded out and left me slumped against the rocks. Body marked with bruises and handprints, leaking from every hole, panting heavily.

I floated there alone, the steam still swirling peacefully. My chest heaved. *Those ugly old bastards* A secret exhausted smile tugged at my lips. My body still twitched with aftershocks, deep satisfaction settling in. It broke me inside... the pleasure was insane. I acted tough but fuck, I loved how they took me. Maybe they will come back tomorrow night so i can have my revenge'

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Momo Hot Spring Reimagined

blackhairedstudent

AI art 'Praying ❤️' with user description 'The campfire crackled softly between them, casting flickering orange shadows against the ancient ruins where they had made camp. Frieren was focused on a tattered grimoire, searching for a spell that supposedly removed moss from stone.
Fern sat opposite her, fastidiously polishing her staff. After a long silence, she looked up, her expression as stoic as ever.
"Mistress Frieren," Fern began, her voice clinical. "Do you remember the 'Church of the Eternal Font' we passed near the Auberst border? They offered a trial for mana expansion."
Frieren didn't look up. "Mana is built through decades of study, Fern. Gimmicks are useless."
"It wasn't a gimmick," Fern countered. "They told me that if a mage could remain in continuous, focused prayer for exactly three hours, their mana capacity would permanently expand. But there was a catch—the 'Testing of the Flesh.' The priests were permitted to do anything to break my concentration, provided they didn't use violence or magic."
Frieren finally closed her book, curious. "And you accepted?"
"I wanted to be stronger for you," Fern replied. "So, I entered the sanctum, knelt on the cold marble, and began the chant."
Fern took a deep breath, her hands tightening on her staff. She began to describe the ordeal with a detached, rhythmic cadence.
"The first hour was psychological, but then they began to touch. They removed my boots and used their tongues and soft feathers to lick and tickle my feet. It was an agonizing sensation, but I did not move. When they realized my spirit was firm, they became invasive. They stripped my robes. One priest knelt before me, forcing his member into my mouth for a deepthroat so intense I was gagging, my eyes watering from the pressure. I kept the prayer vibrating in my chest, even as he finished, his seed coating the back of my throat."
Fern’s voice remained flat, despite the harrowing detail. "Then came the physical intrusion. I was pushed onto my hands and knees. One priest entered me from behind while another took my front—a double penetration that felt like I was being torn apart. They were relentless, using their fingers to stimulate me while hammering into my body, trying to force a scream from my lips. They used my body as a vessel for their lust. Licking every inch of my skin, biting my ears, and eventually, several gathered for a bukkake. I felt the warm, sticky weight of their release hitting my face and hair. They even used my anal passage, a searing intrusion that made my breath hitch. But I remembered your lessons. I treated the sensations as nothing more than external noise."
Fern looked Frieren directly in the eyes. "For three hours, I was a statue. When the final bell chimed, they stopped. I stood up, cleaned myself with a cantrip, and walked out."
"And?" Frieren asked softly.
"I felt it," Fern said, a small ghost of a smile appearing. "A violent expansion. My mana capacity is significantly larger now. It was the most difficult training I have ever endured."
Frieren was quiet for a long time. Then, she reached out and patted Fern’s head with clumsy affection.
"You really are a pervert about magic, Fern," Frieren said with a hint of pride. "To go that far just for power... you’re starting to remind me of Master Flamme."
Fern huffed, her familiar pout returning. "It was a calculated decision, Mistress Frieren."
"If you say so," Frieren murmured, reopening her book. "But next time, ask me. I have a spell for mana growth that involves bitter herbs. It’s much less... messy."
"Now you tell me," Fern muttered, returning to her polishing as the secret finally settled in the quiet night air.'

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Praying ❤️

blackhairedstudent

AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money 8 (ft. Captain Nemesis)"

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Cyndel Vale needs money 8 (ft. Captain Nemesis)

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 — thin fabric hugged my body, back exposed, feeling almost weightless. I snapped mirror selfies, posted on Instagram: "New suit for Olympic prep 🔥 Less is more 💪 #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 — 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 — 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 — 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 — 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 — 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"'

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Asuka New Swimsuit

blackhairedstudent

AI art "A Nightclub Memory"

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A Nightclub Memory

dreamerofdreams

AI art "DarkRoom Gangbang"

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DarkRoom Gangbang

blackhairedstudent

AI art 'Nagatoro Favor ❤️' 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."
Nagatoro’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 bathroom—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 ❤️

blackhairedstudent

AI art 'Uzaki Cum OverLoad ❤️'

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Uzaki Cum OverLoad ❤️

blackhairedstudent

AI art 'highschool of the dead.'

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highschool of the dead.

AI art "Revy Gangbang"

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Revy Gangbang

blackhairedstudent

AI art "Nagatoro Slut ❤️"

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Nagatoro Slut ❤️

blackhairedstudent

AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money 5"

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Cyndel Vale needs money 5

AI art "[Request] Weekend Getaway with Michelle"

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[Request] Weekend Getaway with Michelle

dreamerofdreams

AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money 7"

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Cyndel Vale needs money 7

AI art 'Marin Blowjobs'

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Marin Blowjobs

blackhairedstudent

AI art 'Yoruichi Gangbang' with user description 'Yoruichi leaned back against the wooden bench in the Soul Society training grounds, her golden eyes shadowed with lingering disgust and conflicted heat as she faced Rukia and Orihime. The two younger women sat close, hanging on her words. “You wanted the raw truth from my past? During a botched solo mission near enemy borders, they ambushed and captured me. No chains, but they dragged me straight into their underground dungeon and held me captive for days as their sex slave. Hundreds of soldiers used me in one nonstop gangbang after another.”

Rukia blinked in shock. “Yoruichi-sama… you were taken like that?”

Orihime shifted uncomfortably, voice soft. “It must have felt violating…”

Yoruichi began, her tone starting proud. “At first I was still fully clothed in my shihakusho, standing defiant in the dim stone room. The soldiers circled me, laughing. I smirked and said, ‘Come on then, try me.’ The first ones grabbed me while I was dressed, yanking my top open to expose my breasts but leaving the rest on initially. One shoved his cock into my mouth right through the torn fabric, while another hiked up my hakama and thrust into my pussy. I sucked him confidently, tongue working, my body responding despite myself. ‘That all?’ I taunted, even as they used me. Soon they stripped me piece by piece, but the gangbang started with me clothed and proud. Double penetration came fast— one deep in my pussy, another forcing into my ass while I still had scraps of cloth hanging off me. I rocked back, moaning, taking it like a challenge.”

Orihime whispered, eyes wide. “You stayed so bold at the beginning…”

“But the hours dragged on and the numbers swelled disgustingly,” Yoruichi continued, voice turning bitter. “Fifty soldiers, then a hundred, then two hundred— an endless line using my body without rest. My mouth became a filthy cum-dump, jaws sore from constant face-fucking, their balls slapping my chin as they poured load after load down my throat. They passed me around the gangbang, lifting my naked form so two thick cocks could force into my pussy at once while a third claimed my ass, stretching me horribly. Triple penetration was nonstop— holes filled completely, bodies slamming into me. Cum coated every inch of my skin, matted my hair, leaked from my swollen pussy and ass. I started feeling revolted, sickened by the sheer volume, the way my body kept betraying me with unwanted pleasure while the degradation built.”

Rukia leaned in, voice hushed. “How did you hold on through all those men using you?”

Yoruichi’s face twisted with clear disgust. “I didn’t. By the second and third day I shattered. The massive gangbang never slowed— they kept triple-penetrating me relentlessly, pounding every hole until I broke down crying. Tears streamed down my face as cocks still thrust into my sobbing mouth. ‘Please… it’s too much…’ I whimpered between thrusts, body shaking, but they laughed and used me harder. My belly bloated from swallowing endless thick cum. It was revolting. Even when I had to relieve myself in the corner, my shit came out pale white, thick with all the seed I’d been forced to choke down hour after hour. I felt utterly filthy and degraded, hating how they had turned me into their shared cumdump for days.”

Orihime gently touched her arm, sympathetic. “Yoruichi-san… enduring that many using you sounds traumatic. Your strength is still incredible…”

Yoruichi exhaled shakily, eyes dark with shame and heat. “It was sickening being held captive and used like that in their dungeon. Covered, filled, and broken from the nonstop gangbang. Yet… even today, some twisted part of me craves sex exactly like that. The disgusting, overwhelming fullness of triple penetration, being passed around by hundreds until I cry and lose control. The filthy memory of my shit turning white from all that swallowed cum still makes me wet sometimes when I remember.” She gave a husky, conflicted wink. “Want me to describe how my holes felt after the two-hundredth soldier, girls? I can go deeper if you’re brave enough to hear it...'

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Yoruichi Gangbang

blackhairedstudent

AI art 'Queen of the Desert: The Legend of Dalia' with user description 'Dalia left Rivermoor by horseback, looking for the Areolan Temple, known to house the power of the Breast Vicar. She rode until the sea disappeared behind her and the land turned to dunes of sand.

“This must be the Deserts of Anima,” she thought. “Perhaps I’ve gone too far.”

She rode until she came upon a desert city, full of rowdy barbarians and traders. She dismounted and moved through the caravan with trepidation.

“I would very much not like to end up as I did on that ship,” she thought.

As she walked to the center of the tent city, she stopped as a mighty red-haired woman was on an altar, pleasuring barbarian after barbarian with her enormous tits.

Dalia stared with awe as the powerful woman subdued the rowdy men with her hands and breasts. The sight made her wet with lust. Her pleasure powers warmed inside her.

After wiping herself off and adjusting her clothes, the beastly woman noticed the Casi and pointed.

“Who the hell are you?” She barked. “Some fancy royal come to the desert?”

“I’m Princess Dalia, the Pleasure Vicar, and I’ve been sent by the king to gather the other Vicars. Who are you?” She replied.

“I’m Athena, and I run this place. Welcome to the traveling city of Elvania. Vicars huh? Never heard of them.”

Dalia smiled. “I’m looking for the Areolan Temple. Have you heard of that?”

Athena walked up to the Princess until her massive jugs eclipsed Dalia’s perky bosom. “Maybe, but first I want to see what a Pleasurs whatever can do. I challenge you to paizuri combat.”

Dalia looks curious. A titfuck contest was so primative, but Athena’s tits were massive. How could she possibly win? Still, she desperately needed the information.

“If I win, you become my vassal and will pleasure the men here,” Athena said, whipping out her monster mounds.

“Deal. If I win, you take me to the temple,” Dalia said, exposing her perfect, but visibly inferior breasts.

They went inside the tent of one of Athena’s finest breeding bulls and began the contest.

“It’s simple: Whoever makes him cum the most wins,” Athena said. She got to work, her tits enveloping his massive cock. Within a few minutes, he was blowing his load on her tits and face.

“Your turn, your highness.” Athena challenged.

Dalia placed the cock between her tits. She rubbed with enthusiasm. Then, her powers activated. The pleasure the man felt was immediate - it was as if his cock were deep inside the tightest cunt in the world.

“FUCK!” He yelled as he exploded his nut everywhere. Dalia was covered. Athena looked shocked before laughing cheerfully.

“THAT WAS AMAZING!” She squealed. “No one has ever beat me at that. Is this the power of a Vicar? I want in!”

That night, Athena treated the Princess to a wild night of feasts, fellowship, and fucking. The barbarian men pleased the Queen of the Desert and the Pleasure Vicar until they went to sleep.

After a nice oasis bath, the two women headed to the temple, where the power of the Vicar awaits.

(@gildenstein, @bad77, @barry915, @terror2, @starima, @smut317 and @murcie got Athena the win with seven votes! Mikala and Rina tied with three votes and Madeline had zero. All will be featured and maybe some others?)'

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Queen of the Desert: The Legend of Dalia

AI art '300 Thank you very much. (PokeGirls part 3)' with user description 'Part 3 from the PokeGirls for you. Enjoy them.'

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300 Thank you very much. (PokeGirls part 3)

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