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AI art "Mirror selfie test inspired by @peterco"
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Mirror selfie test inspired by @peterco

zesoul
AI art 'Anara getting in on the trend' with user description 'I never expected the mirror selfie from last time to blow up the way it has. I hit 500 followers so soon after reaching the 400 milestone, and had my first post that got over 350 likes. A big thank you to everyone again (You must be getting sick of me saying it so often.) Please enjoy Anara's Mirror Selfies, and her first time trying anal :)'
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Anara getting in on the trend

zesoul
AI art 'Nagatoro's Casting' with user description 'The Righ train The rhythmic clack of the train tracks was a dull hum against the pounding of my own heart. I was leaning against the cold, vibrating door, my jaw working a piece of grape gum with lazy, rhythmic chews. My eyes were glued to my phone, my thumb swiping through my "private" folder. I was so caught up in admiring my own tan lines and the curves of my unclad body in those mirror selfies that I didn't realize I wasn't alone in my vanity. I was so focused on the screen that I didn't see the shift in the air—the way the tired salarymen around me had stopped looking at their newspapers and started staring at the illicit, glowing heat in my hand. Then, the sound changed. It wasn't just the screech of the rails; it was the frantic, wet sound of friction. My eyes flicked up for a split second, and my heart skipped a beat. All around me, men had their trousers open, their members out and pulsing. They were masturbating right there, eyes locked on my screen, then on me. I felt a surge of genuine panic, my mouth falling open, the grape gum forgotten. I went to scream, but before a sound could escape, a heavy, calloused hand slammed over my mouth. Another hand gripped my breast, squeezing the soft flesh through my white off-the-shoulder ribbed crop top. I struggled, my white Mary Janes scuffing the floor, but then I saw my phone. A man had snatched it. His thumb hovered over the "Post" button on my Facebook. All those photos—the ones that would ruin a "normal" girl—were a millisecond away from being seen by everyone. "If you don't want the whole world to see how much of a little slut you are," he hissed, "you're going to satisfy every man on this train." I froze. A slow, predatory smirk began to spread behind the hand covering my mouth. My panic didn't vanish; it transformed into a wicked realization. "You think I'm scared?" I thought. "This... this was the plan all along. I wanted to see if anyone was bold enough to take what I was showing them." They didn't waste time. They didn't even take off my top; they just yanked the elastic down, exposing my breasts to the stale air. I was forced to my knees, my jaw aching as I took the first man into my mouth. I used every trick I’d ever imagined, swallowing the thick, bitter floods of cum until my eyes rolled back. But that was just the "loading screen." They stood me up, pinning me against the door. They didn't even remove my frayed denim shorts; they just shoved the fabric aside. I felt a thick, leathery cock drive into my pussy, stretching me until I thought I’d break. Then came the anal conquest—a searing, pressurized invasion that made me see stars. My pussy was already red and swollen, leaking their combined seed, but the sensation of being filled from behind while another worked my front was a "Double Penetration" that left me gasping. Eventually, my shorts were shredded and cast aside, leaving me completely open. Two men stepped forward at once, their eyes hungry. They began the "Double Vaginal" assault, both of them forcing their way into my heat at the same time. The pressure was staggering, stretching my walls to their absolute limit. As I writhed under the weight of them, one of my white Mary Janes caught on a man’s leg and popped off, hitting the floor with a dull thud. I was left with one foot bare, my toes curling as they hammered into me. As the train pulled into a station, I was pressed hard against the glass. People on the platform stared in shock, watching the "innocent" girl in the white crop top being relentlessly fucked by a rotating line of men. More men pushed into the car, drawn by the sight of my public ruin. I was a mess of sweat, saliva, and white stains. By the time the train reached the final stop, I was slumped on a train seat, my legs spread wide and my pussy overflowing with a thick, white soup of cum that dripped onto the cushion. My skin was flushed, and I was completely spent. I watched, breathless, as the man with my phone finally hit "Post." My nakedness was now public, trending for the whole world to see. I didn't cry. I didn't hide. I just leaned back against the seat and smiled, a dark, triumphant glint in my eyes. I wasn't ruined; I was a star. The notifications were already starting to pour in, a symphony of digital attention. This was the debut I had always wanted—the "Ultimate Senpai" had just become the most famous girl on the internet.'
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Nagatoro's Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art '📷 Mirror Selfie 🔥 Test' with user description 'Reference image test I recently saw this hot sexy mirror selfie pose 🔥 in a photo - sitting, hands hooked under the knees - and I wanted to replicate it using a prompt. Impossible, no matter what I tried. Nada! 🤔 So I tried using that pic as a reference image just for the sake of the pose and completely changed the setting and added a hoodie with cat ears. Though, not the best results, but it works (no negative prompt, no mods). So which of the 12 is the best one? 😏 Uodate: @zesoul crafted the prompt that works 👍'
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📷 Mirror Selfie 🔥 Test

peterco
AI art "Recording myself for you..."
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Recording myself for you...

kendarfulgrim
AI art 'Dragon Ball Girls'
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Dragon Ball Girls

barry915
AI art 'The Spread - Mirror selfie Magazine' with user description 'Yes, I have combined the trends! It was a struggle to fit in all my prompts. Hope you all enjoy my contribution to this Magazine trend :) Also, yay! Sable's back ;)'
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The Spread - Mirror selfie Magazine

zesoul
AI art '😻 Kittens, No. 2/2' with user description 'Mirror selfie 📱 So, this is where it all started two weeks ago... with this kitten taking selfies (Kittens, No. 2/1), but I couldn't figure out how to create a prompt that worked (maybe there were to much info for a prompt limited to 62 characters), so I started to experiment with a reference image, but the results were "rigid". Until @zesoul came along and created a prompt that works like a charm. So, finally, as the last one, I made my own mirror selfie with hands hooked under knees, and completed the set 🥹'
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😻 Kittens, No. 2/2

peterco
AI art "The "Close Friends" Paradox 📱💔✨"
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The "Close Friends" Paradox 📱💔✨

cef_ultra
AI art "Becky is definitely sane"

Becky is definitely sane

zuzul
AI art 'Yor A night To Remember 2' with user description 'The room was subterranean, a concrete box that smelled of damp earth and cold iron. Yor was strapped into a chair, her wrists bound with reinforced steel cables that bit into her skin. Across from her, a man in a clinical white suit adjusted the needles of a polygraph machine, its sensors taped to Yor’s temples and chest. In the corner, a monitor flickered to life, showing a live feed of Anya sleeping in her bed at the Forger apartment. A masked operative stood over the child, a silenced pistol aimed at her head. "The rules are simple, Thorn Princess," the interrogator whispered, his voice smooth and devoid of empathy. "Tell me your most cherished memory. The one that makes your heart race, the one that defines you. If the needle jumps—if you lie for even a second to preserve your 'dignity'—my man pulls the trigger. Start talking." Yor looked at the screen, her pupils trembling. Her usual mask of polite reserve shattered. To save Anya, she had to peel back the layers of her life and reveal the raw, shameful truth she had buried beneath her role as a mother and a clerk. "It was... years ago," Yor began, her voice steady but hollow. "I received an invitation to a kindergarten reunion. I thought it was a chance to reconnect with my past. I went to a private residence, expecting a party, but I had forgotten a crucial detail about my childhood. I was the only girl in my class that year." The interrogator leaned in, watching the flat line of the polygraph. "Continue." "There were thirteen of them," Yor said, her eyes fixed on the image of Anya. "Thirteen men I used to play with as children. They didn't want to talk about the past. They told me that as the only girl, I was responsible for the happiness of the entire group. They were persuasive, circling me, telling me that after all my years of solitude and 'work,' I deserved to be completely possessed. And for the first time in my life... I wanted to be. I wanted to be used until there was nothing left of me." She took a breath, the needle remaining perfectly still. She was telling the truth. "I accepted. I let them strip me in the center of that room. For the entire night, I wasn't an assassin or a sister. I was a vessel. They treated my body like a public resource. At any given moment, I was being filled by three or four of them at once. I remember the weight of them, the relentless, heavy-caliber rhythm that stretched my anatomy beyond its limits. They weren't gentle; they were frantic, reclaiming the 'princess' they had lost." Yor’s face flushed, not with shame, but with the vivid, carnal memory of the sensation. "The night became a blur of white heat. They covered every inch of me. They were so thorough and so numerous that they didn't just stay with the usual places. They doused my face, my hair... I remember the smell of it on my nose, the stinging in my eyes as they took turns blinding me with their release. It was so much—the volume was so extreme—that I actually retched. I vomited back the sheer amount of 'friendship' they had forced down my throat, only for them to laugh and continue from behind while I was still choking on the floor." The polygraph stayed flat. The machine confirmed her darkest secret: the most cherished memory of the Thorn Princess was being utterly destroyed and communalized by thirteen men in a single night. "I have never felt so full," Yor whispered, a tear tracing a path through the grime on her cheek. "I felt seen. I felt occupied. I felt like I finally belonged to something larger than myself. That night of total, messy surrender is the only thing that feels real when the world gets too quiet." The interrogator stared at the machine, then at Yor, a look of genuine disgust crossing his face. He signaled to the man on the monitor. The operative lowered the gun and stepped away from Anya’s bed. "You really are a monster, aren't you?" the man remarked, turning off the polygraph. "No," Yor replied, her eyes returning to the cold, lethal sharpness of an assassin. "I'm just a woman who loves her family. And now that I’ve told you the truth... you’re going to find out what happens to people who threaten my daughter."'
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Yor A night To Remember 2

blackhairedstudent
AI art '🚌 A Girl on the Bus' with user description 'Yeah, never happened 😁 But, this girl on the bus is based on and inspired by a real girl who passed me while I was riding my bike two years ago. She was so sexy and elegant that the glimpse of that tiny moment is burned into my memory since then (and of course, it's also captured on the camera we use to capture our rides 😁).'
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🚌 A Girl on the Bus

peterco
AI art "Mei"
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Mei

zerogroupe21
AI art 'Marin's Snaps' with user description 'Imagine Snapping Marin irl.. mmmm'
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Marin's Snaps

whyyee
AI art 'What should I call her?' with user description 'I have been making a little storyline with this character. I've been thinking of calling her Anara, but open to suggestions if anyone has one. Enjoy the art :)'
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What should I call her?

zesoul
AI art 'Borrowed characters, and some new ones.'
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Borrowed characters, and some new ones.

dreamwalker
AI art 'Irresistable'
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Irresistable

happo
AI art "Bullies"
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Bullies

zesoul
AI art "Marnie"
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Marnie

zerogroupe21
AI art 'The musician's struggle - Ch 1' with user description 'My name is Mika Nakamura and I'm a struggling musician. I love the guitar and play everywhere I can and honestly...it sucks. I remember what I had to do just to get on stage and play a gig last week. I don't mind sucking a cock to get ahead...it's part of the game, I guess, but I don't recommend one that's been in leather for 3 hours. Ugh. *buzz* Damnit, Eric is calling me again...third time this week. Why can't he take the hint? Yes, we had sex two weeks ago but I told that bastard not to get me pregnant and what does he do? Put my legs over my head and tries to breed me. That jerk is SO lucky I just started birth control that day, but the only thing he can go fuck is himself. No respect, no pussy....that's my motto. *buzz* Oh? Looks like I got a call that might be worth my while. Better get to bed; seems like I have a big week ahead.'
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The musician's struggle - Ch 1

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