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AI art "Yor and Marin"

Yor and Marin

m3n4sk3r
AI art "Poolside peachy girl Mariana"
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Poolside peachy girl Mariana

parda
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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CHAPTER 3: “Getting the Pearl Thong”

warmicestudios
AI art '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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Parda's Date Night

octavian
AI art 'Fun at school' with user description 'Marin Kitagawa and Yukino Yukinoshita participating in some extracurricular work.'
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Fun at school

iiyama6122
AI art "2000 ?!?! 🤯😳"
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2000 ?!?! 🤯😳

zuzul
AI art '✉️ Message to @warmicestudios and Detective Pearl' with user description 'You will never CATch us! Greetings from ... CATalonia (@octavian inspired me) 😏 If anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your pussy, I mean peace 😁'
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✉️ Message to @warmicestudios and Detective Pearl

peterco
AI art
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ไม่มีชื่อ

chainny
AI art "Frieren and Maomao experimenting"
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Frieren and Maomao experimenting

ankokuchan
AI art "“SILENCE…”"
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“SILENCE…”

warmicestudios
AI art '💀 Grim Reaper Girl' with user description '@warmicestudios @zuzul @cef_ultra @bad77 @parda @octavian @zesoul, what are your impressions? Certainly not exactly the playful catgirls, right? 😼 Skulls were not supposed to be everywhere, just on the scythe, but, well, AI decided otherwise 😁'
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💀 Grim Reaper Girl

peterco
AI art "The Legend of Dalia: Rise of the Pleasure Vicar"
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The Legend of Dalia: Rise of the Pleasure Vicar

octavian
AI art '🎨 Body Painting' with user description '@zuzul @cef_ultra @octavian @warmicestudios @bad77 @parda @onlyyouprod @dreamerofdreams @barry915 @terror2 @herlin @blackhairedstudent Not sure what I did (at the end) 😼 Don't judge me! 😁'
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🎨 Body Painting

peterco
AI art "Noelle and Mimosa"
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Noelle and Mimosa

bunit1214
AI art 'Urban Rush: Nyx' with user description 'In the neon-soaked labyrinth of the city, some connections happen fast. For Nyx, life moves at the speed of a data stream, and so do her desires. Tonight, there was no pre-planning, no long messages—just a single encrypted ping to a specific rooftop. ​The wind howled, the city pulsed below, and the air crackled with a different kind of energy. This wasn't about romance; it was about raw, urgent need. From the moment she stepped onto that grimy ledge, it was clear: they were going straight to the core. No foreplay, no gentle touches. Just a direct, visceral plunge into the shared moment. ​This set captures that immediate, unadulterated rush. Every glance, every hurried touch, every desperate gasp is amplified by the sheer height and the lurking danger of the city. For Nyx, intimacy isn't a slow burn; it's an explosive download. Are you ready for the connection?'
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Urban Rush: Nyx

cef_ultra
AI art 'Voyage to Rivermoor - The Legend of Dalia' with user description 'The journey to the port of Nightvale took three days. Dalia arrived at the bustling harbor. The smell of salt, fish, and tar hung heavy in the air. Tall masts creaked in the wind as ships rocked gently at the docks. Dalia walked through the crowded waterfront until they found the vessel they had been directed to: The Crimson Tide, a large, weathered merchant ship bound for Rivermoor. Old Captain Talos stood on the gangplank. He looked the group over slowly, his gaze lingering on each woman before settling on Dalia. “You want passage?” he asked, voice rough from years at sea. “We’re sailing with the tide tonight. But passage on the sea isn’t cheap.” Dalia stepped forward, her golden glow carefully muted. “I carry the King’s gold. Name your price.” Talos let out a low, humorless chuckle and shook his head. “Gold means nothing once we leave sight of land, little lady. Out there, the only currency that matters is flesh. If you want to sail on The Crimson Tide, you pay with sex. Every single day of the voyage. You will be available to the crew. Sixty men. They work hard. They fuck harder. You’ll serve them whenever and however they want.” “It’s a fifteen-day voyage across the sea,” Dalia said plainly. "I know," Talos responded. "These are the terms, Vicar." “I accept your terms, Captain. Fifteen days. I expect to be fed and not beaten. In return, you will take me safely to Rivermoor.” Talos grinned, eyes raking over the beautiful woman. “Smart choice, Princess. Welcome aboard The Crimson Tide.” He gestured toward the ship. The crew of sixty rough, hungry sailors watched from the deck with open lust as the woman began to board. As soon as the ship cleared the harbor and the last strip of land disappeared over the horizon, the rules changed. The crew of sixty men wasted no time. The gang-fucking began immediately and without mercy. The fifteen-day voyage had officially begun. Dalia closed her eyes, already mentally preparing herself for the long days and nights ahead. The lower galley of The Crimson Tide had become a nonstop orgy of flesh and cum. The sailors were relentless. There was no rest, no mercy, no breaks. As soon as one man finished, another took his place — sometimes two or three at once. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, sex, and salt. The wet, obscene sounds of cocks slamming into soaked holes, gagging throat sounds, and slapping skin filled the entire lower deck. On the fifteenth morning, the Crimson Tide finally sighted land. As the ship docked at the small port near Rivermoor, the exhausted woman stood at the railing, breathing in the fresh air like it was salvation. She got off at the Rivermoor Dock, sore, exhausted but closer to her objective. “I endured more than anyone should have to. Tomorrow I begin the search for the temple near here. But tonight… I recover.” @parda @bad77 @barry915 @kendarfulgrim @murcie @warmicestudios @cef_ultra @peterco @terror2 @blackhairedstudent'
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Voyage to Rivermoor - The Legend of Dalia

octavian
AI art "Village favourite's normal sex"
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Village favourite's normal sex

zesoul
AI art 'Art Room Gangbang' with user description 'The flyers for the special Sunday seminar had been posted outside the art room for a week, and Hayase Nagatoro, despite her usual chaotic energy, had signed her name with genuine intent. She wanted to improve her sketches, perhaps to surprise a certain upperclassman with a portrait that didn't rely on her usual exaggerated, cartoonish teasing. The advertisement promised instruction from a collective of independent, seasoned art masters. What it neglected to mention was the specific nature of the curriculum. When Nagatoro arrived at the isolated campus annex that Sunday morning, the atmosphere was heavy and unfamiliar. The blinds were drawn tightly against the daylight, and the scent of turpentine was masked by a thick, musky odor. Standing around the easels were five men, all of them far older, rough-featured, and unkempt, looking entirely out of place in a high school setting. "Ah, our model has arrived," the eldest one murmured, his voice a low, raspy drawl that immediately made the hair on Nagatoro’s arms stand up. Nagatoro blinked, her usual smug grin faltering. "Model? Wait, I signed up to take the class, not to be looked at." She stepped back toward the heavy wooden door. "I think there’s been a mistake. I’m leaving." "Now, now, don't be hasty," another instructor said, moving with surprising speed to block her path. His face was weathered and harsh, but his voice carried a smooth, persuasive cadence. "The best way to understand art is to become the art. True mastery requires vulnerability. You signed the registry, didn't you? A real artist doesn't run away from the medium." Nagatoro hesitated, her fingers twitching against her school bag. The situation felt wrong, dark, and entirely outside her comfort zone, yet beneath the initial spark of panic, a strange, illicit thrill began to hum in her chest. She was used to being the provocateur, the one who dictated the boundaries of discomfort. To find herself suddenly cornered by men who completely disregarded her status was uniquely intoxicating. "Fine," she scoffed, recovering her sharp, feline expression. She crossed her arms, trying to mask the slight trembling of her knees. "But if your drawings look like garbage, I’m out of here." She stepped onto the raised wooden platform in the center of the room. The men took their places behind the easels, their eyes locked onto her with a intensity that felt almost physical. For the first hour, the only sound was the scratching of charcoal against paper. But as the temperature in the room rose, the atmosphere shifted from academic to predatory. The lead instructor laid down his charcoal, his eyes narrowing as he unbuckled his belt. Slowly, he pulled his penis from his pants, the stark, vulgar reality of the gesture cutting through the silence of the room. Following his lead, the other four men did the same, exposing themselves to the teenager standing on the stage. Nagatoro’s eyes widened, but instead of screaming, her defense mechanism kicked in. She let out a sharp, mocking laugh, her classic "noodly" arms flailing as she pointed at them. "Gross! What is wrong with you old guys? You look completely pathetic! Is this what you call 'art'?" She turned to grab her clothes, determined to push past them. "This is way too creepy, even for me. I’m done." Before she could step off the platform, a pair of thick, calloused hands gripped her shoulders. The largest of the men, smelling of stale sweat and tobacco, held her firmly in place. Nagatoro twisted, her heart hammering against her ribs, but her struggles only seemed to fuel their resolve. "You're not going anywhere, little girl," the man whispered, his rough fingers slipping beneath her top to cup her breasts, squeezing with an unrefined force that made her gasp. Another hand reached down, sliding between her thighs to press directly against her panties, finding the sudden, betraying moisture that had gathered there despite her mockery. "Look at you," the lead instructor whispered, leaning close enough for her to feel his hot breath. "You're terrified, but you're already wet. You want this. You want to see what real men can do to a loud little brat like you." They kept touching her, their hands mapping her body with a coarse, relentless persistence, completely ignoring her insults until the insults died in her throat. The physical contact, combined with the sheer ugliness and dominance of the men, broke through her final defenses. The fear inverted into a desperate, overwhelming craving. She stopped fighting, her eyes growing glazed as she nodded, entirely convinced. The class dissolved into a chaotic, rhythmic frenzy. The five men moved onto the platform, stripping her completely and using her body as their communal canvas. Nagatoro was forced onto all fours, her hands gripping the edges of the wooden stage as they took turns from every angle, filling her with their collective heat. The rhythm was brutal and unyielding, a complete gangbang that left her trembling.'
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Art Room Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Rem and Ram PART 1'
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Rem and Ram PART 1

gealdaydreamer
AI art "Reze festival"

Reze festival

rexez
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