uncommari đang theo dõi

17 đang theo dõi

jakkalopers1985

132 người theo dõi • 59 đang theo dõi

I love sharing my fantasies, I hope you like them too

Mako shows Ryuuko who the real boss is

darkbae

295 người theo dõi • 12 đang theo dõi

I mostly focus on trying to create expressive pieces that vary between pinup erotica and outright smut.

Elena still do it even if is in the middle of work

Hello everyone, I'm "Crown" because I'm the crow who follows our protector and observes everything that happens in the series "The Paranormal Club." I hope you like it. Personally, I enjoy everything paranormal, mysterious, scary, fantastical, etc. My intention is to share some stories from these genres that you enjoy. I hope you like them and that this page continues to grow.

Subplot #01 THE CLUB'S VISIT. Part 4.

random shots by Elena Duboys.

Lunchtime. U.NA. Chapter 5, Part 2

Lunchtime. U.NA. Chapter 5, Part 1

happo

184 người theo dõi • 33 đang theo dõi

The tastiest of holes, easy to use, open for all

experimenting

Training Sophie

Bully's dare

Không có tiêu đề

zerogroupe21

541 người theo dõi • 24 đang theo dõi

Demon Tentacles

Demon Slut Slayers

2B caught

Hatsune Miku

parda

686 người theo dõi • 209 đang theo dõi

Remember, it has to be fun 😁 -Readers club-

Refining Carmen

Blooper agents

Carmen, the beginning of an idea

Green Mariana💚🍩

blackhairedstudent

1.917 người theo dõi • 46 đang theo dõi

Hey guys, if you enjoyed some of my works give a like and follow.. if you really liked it comment something, participate, don't be shy... And if you want some posts with a especific girl just comment in one of my posts that i will try to make it. Thanks for being here and enjoy the ride ❤️

Big Ass Asahina

Nagatoro Slut ❤️

$AI art 'Junko Slut ❤️' with user description '### The Architecture of Absolute Boredom Junko Enoshima was bored. It was a cosmic, suffocating boredom that no ordinary thrill could cure. To her, hope was predictable, and conventional despair had become a routine. She needed a crucible—an experiment of absolute vulnerability to see if she could finally lose control. She orchestrated the scenario with mathematical precision, commanding her sister, Mukuro Ikusaba, to act as the warden of her self-imposed purgatory. The setting was a derelict, subterranean concrete chamber, stripped of all comfort. Junko had herself chained to the cold stone floor, completely defenseless, electing to remain there uninterrupted for nine grueling months. Mukuro stood guard at the single iron door, an immovable shield. The rules of the experiment were absolute: The Invitation: Word was leaked to the remnants of the outside world. Anyone could enter, one by one, for precisely ten minutes. The Crowd: Two distinct factions gathered. First, the vengeful—those who had lost everything to Junko’s machinations. Second, the fanatics—the broken souls who idolized her chaos. The Security: Mukuro ruthlessly screened every visitor with a metal detector. Junko wanted to experience their raw emotion, but she forbade them from ending her life prematurely. If anyone crossed the line to an assassination attempt, Mukuro’s blade silenced them instantly. The Nine-Month Crucible For 270 days, the cycle never paused. A relentless line of over a hundred people waited outside the door every single day. There were no breaks, no pauses for rest. Junko allowed herself only the bare minimum of sustenance, fed to her by Mukuro while the visitors unleashed their fury, grief, and twisted adoration upon her. The treatment she endured was entirely primal; the crowd stripped away her humanity, treating her as nothing more than an object or an animal for their consumption. They defaced her skin, using ink to scrawl derogatory insults like "slut" and "free use" across her body to mark her complete subjugation. The demand was so relentless that many men, after their ten minutes expired, immediately ran back to the end of the line just to experience her vulnerability again. The air in the chamber grew thick with the heavy weight of human malice. The hateful struck her, cursed her name, and tried to break her spirit through sheer physical and psychological dominance. Every ten minutes, a new face, a new form of aggression, and a new wave of intense human energy washed over her. The Aftermath of the Masses By the time the final hour of the ninth month ticked away, the statistics of the nightmare were staggering. Operating continuously at six participants per hour, 24 hours a day, for 270 days, Junko had been used by exactly 38,880 men. When the heavy iron doors were finally shut and the chains unlocked, the physical reality of what she had endured settled in. Her lower body was in ruins—crimson, incredibly swollen, and aching beyond human imagination from the non-stop friction and brutality of nearly 40,000 individuals. Her internal biology had been completely overwhelmed by the sheer volume of what had been left inside her. It took four agonizing hours of physical strain for her body to finally purge the massive amount of fluids accumulated from the endless rotation of men. The Verdict of the Ultimate Despair Mukuro knelt beside Junko, tending to her fractured, bruised, and leaking form, waiting for the grand revelation. She expected Junko to be radiant with the euphoria of a new, profound layer of despair. After all, she had subjected herself to the ultimate degradation at the hands of the masses. Junko slowly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the stained concrete ceiling. She didn't laugh. She didn't cry. "Is that it?" Junko whispered, her voice raspy but hollow. She analyzed the past nine months with her analytical mind. The violence of the vengeful had been entirely predictable; their anger followed a basic script of grief. The devotion of her followers was equally mundane, nothing more than weak minds clinging to a monolith. Even the physical extremity of the ordeal had eventually blurred into a monotonous rhythm. In the end, the grand experiment had failed to deliver the transcendent despair she craved. As she lay there, feeling the lingering ache of a thousand bitter encounters, Junko realized the terrifying truth of her existence: she felt no profound horror. She felt only a lingering, base stimulation—and an overwhelming, inescapable boredom'$

Junko Slut ❤️

Fern ❤️

wesley33

846 người theo dõi • 28 đang theo dõi

Không có tiêu đề

octavian

2.898 người theo dõi • 41 đang theo dõi

The future King of Interracial Hentai. Catch me on the Discord - @CarlosOctavian. I'm a huge anime and hentai fan. Definitely like to show love to the anime girls that don't get enough love! Drop me a comment or a like so I can get better. Thanks.

Paint my numbers gone wrong

Cyndel as inspired by YOU!

Cyndel worships your cock

Happy Mother's Day!

peterco

3.094 người theo dõi • 355 đang theo dõi

Just a dreamy romantic with a vivid imagination, hopelessly captivated by perfect curves, lost in the allure of areolas, and enchanted by a pudendal cleft 🙂 With a special fondness for cat ears and fluffy tails 😻 I react to all comments and follow all fellow creators back (sooner or later). Draw a catgirl and we will be friends too 😉 Let's make this site growing and thriving! 🙂

⛈️ Not singing in the rain

🖼️ Paintings

🎨 Body Painting

⛳ The Golf Challenge

bian1981gt

514 người theo dõi • 92 đang theo dõi

Continuously learning new ways to prompt. Inclined to straight, no yaoi or yuri. Occasional non-H photos.

Lollipop

Anima model cooking

Anima portrait model

Anima Fighters

cef_ultra

3.353 người theo dõi • 32 đang theo dõi

Bad at drawing, but great at imagining. 🚀 I spent years wanting to create my own characters, and AI finally gave me the 'superpower' to do it. This space is fueled by you! —I love hearing what you think. Thanks for joining me on this creative journey and for all your amazing support! 🙏✨My prompts are usually private, but I’m happy to share the 'recipe' with the community! If you love a specific look, just leave a comment and I’ll drop the prompt!