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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 "2girls fun"
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2girls fun

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

blackhairedstudent
AI art '1k Followers ❤️' 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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1k Followers ❤️

blackhairedstudent
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 'Frieren ❤️ Marin Purple Room'
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Frieren ❤️ Marin Purple Room

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Anima Base is now available"
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Anima Base is now available

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AI art '2k Followers ❤️' with user description '​Hey guys, I finally made it to 2k followers! I just want to thank every single one of you... for the comments, the posts, and mostly for the inspiration. You all rock. Thank you all and see you around! ❤️'
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2k Followers ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Iommi Knows What You Like"
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Iommi Knows What You Like

ftfarmer
AI art 'Power ❤️ Makima' with user description 'Makima and Power found themselves alone in a dimly lit room on the outskirts of Tokyo, the kind of hidden devil-hunting outpost that reeked of old blood and damp concrete. The mission had gone sideways— a powerful new devil had cursed them both with a binding contract. To break it and regain their full strength, they had to "exchange essence" in the most intimate way possible before sunrise. Makima, ever the composed Control Devil, had read the fine print with a faint smile. Power, the wild Blood Fiend, had laughed at first, calling it stupid... until the curse started draining their power, making their bodies burn with unnatural heat. "Fine! This stupid curse won't beat the great Power!" she growled, already shedding her blood-stained clothes. Her horns glistened, and her red eyes burned with a mix of defiance and growing arousal. Makima watched her with that serene, predatory gaze, slowly unbuttoning her own white shirt. "You'll enjoy this more than you admit, Power," Makima purred, stepping closer. "I can feel it already." They collapsed onto the old mattress in the corner, bodies pressing together. Makima took control at first, pushing Power onto her back and climbing over her in a 69 position. Power's thighs were thick and strong, her skin pale and surprisingly soft. Makima lowered her hips, pressing her slick, neatly trimmed pussy directly onto Power's eager mouth. Power didn't hesitate. Her long tongue immediately lapped hungrily at Makima's folds, tasting the sweet wetness that was already flowing. "Mmmph... you taste... good," she mumbled between messy licks, her usual arrogance melting into greedy moans. She dove deeper, sucking on Makima's clit before dragging her tongue back further to swirl around the tight ring of her anus. Power licked it sloppily, drooling heavily as she worshipped both holes, her saliva mixing with Makima's juices and dripping down her chin. Makima let out a soft, breathy moan—rare for her—grinding her hips down. "Good girl..." She leaned forward, burying her face between Power's spread legs. Power's pussy was soaking, puffy and pink, with a wild tuft of hair above it. Makima licked her slowly at first, savoring the metallic-sweet taste of the Blood Fiend, then lapped messily at her dripping entrance. Her tongue pushed inside, fucking her with wet, obscene sounds. Both of them were drooling constantly now, faces shiny and messy. Power moaned loudly into Makima's cunt, the vibrations making Makima shiver. "Ahhn~ Your asshole tastes so fucking dirty and good!" Power gasped before shoving her tongue back in, rimming her deeply while two fingers pumped into Makima's pussy. Makima returned the favor with equal enthusiasm, her elegant tongue flicking rapidly over Power's swollen clit before trailing down to lap at her twitching anus. She circled it lovingly, then pushed inside, making Power's hips buck wildly. They were lost in it, loving every second. Power's hands gripped Makima's ass, spreading her cheeks wider so she could bury her face completely, licking and sucking both holes with sloppy, drooling devotion. Makima's usual cold demeanor cracked as she whimpered and ground harder, her own drool running down Power's thighs while she ate her out with passionate hunger. "Fuck... Makima... I love your pussy... love your ass..." Power babbled between long, wet licks, completely addicted. "You're mine, Power," Makima whispered back, voice thick with lust as she sucked on Power's clit and fingered her tight anus. "And I love devouring you like this." They kept going for hours, switching positions, faces always buried in each other's dripping, saliva-soaked pussies and asses. The curse broke somewhere in the middle of their second mutual orgasm, but neither stopped. They just kept licking, drooling, and loving every filthy, affectionate second of it.'
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Power ❤️ Makima

blackhairedstudent
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 '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 'Ichika Pink Room'
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Ichika Pink Room

blackhairedstudent
AI art '😻 Procrastination, Friday' with user description 'When you're in the office and you should be working (or at least pretending to be), but all you can think about is catgirls, boobs, pussies, summer and the beach 🏖️'
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😻 Procrastination, Friday

peterco
AI art 'Posing on Beach' with user description 'Bigboi69 asked for a nagatoro solo on a beach.'
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Posing on Beach

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Annie Revisiting'
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Annie Revisiting

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Chika Dark Fantasy"
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Chika Dark Fantasy

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Izumi BackAlley Gangbang' with user description 'I walked alone down the narrow alley behind the theater district, my white office shirt slightly wrinkled from the long rehearsal, black mini skirt hugging my hips, and black high heels clicking against the pavement. My blonde hair was messy, and tears threatened to spill. The audition had gone horribly today. I froze on stage again, my voice cracking in front of everyone. All that Broadway dream, all that optimistic energy I always carried, felt like it was crumbling. "Why can't I just shine like I want to...?" I whispered, almost crying. Three men stepped out from the shadows, mid-20s, looking surprised but interested. “Whoa, are you okay, miss? You look really down,” the tallest one said gently. I wiped my eyes quickly and put on my best brave, upbeat smile — the big Broadway actress smile I practiced so much. “Me? Oh, I’m fine! Just a little tired after rehearsal. An idol has to stay positive, right? The show must go on!” One of them smiled. “You’re an idol? That’s hot. Want to have a good time with us? Might help you forget whatever’s bothering you.” I laughed nervously, heart racing. Inside, a strange curiosity burned. *How much of a whore am I really? Can I let go completely?* I bit my lip, still pretending to be brave. “A good time? Here? In an alley? That’s pretty naughty… But maybe I need something wild tonight. Only if you promise to be nice and keep it secret, okay? I’m an upbeat girl, not some easy girl… though right now I kind of want to try.” They grinned. “Deal.” I nodded, voice theatrical even as my hands shook. “Alright, boys! Let’s make this a memorable performance~” They pulled me deeper into the alley. One kissed me while unbuttoning my white shirt, revealing my black bra. Another lifted my mini skirt, fingers brushing my black panties. I gasped but kept smiling. “Gentle at first, okay? I’m still your cheerful idol…” Soon I was on my knees, sucking one while the others touched me. My optimistic attitude stayed even as things got intense. “Mmm~ You guys are really excited, huh? I can take it!” More men appeared — passersby who stopped to watch. Two more joined. Suddenly there were five. My eyes widened in fear. “W-wait… five? That’s… that’s a lot…” But the strange thrill won. “I… I can handle it. Let’s keep going. Make me forget everything!” They took turns, then all at once. One in my mouth, one inside me from behind, hands everywhere. My left high heel slipped off my foot as I was lifted and fucked harder, leaving one beautiful bare foot on the cold ground. I moaned loudly, my Broadway energy mixing with raw pleasure. “Ahh~! More! I’m your happy little star tonight!” I lost count of how many men used me. More passersby joined. They fucked me in every position against the wall, on the ground, filling me over and over. Cum dripped down my thighs. My optimistic voice kept encouraging them between moans. “Yes~ Give it all to me! I can shine even like this!” When the ecstasy finally faded, I was completely naked, clothes scattered, body covered in cum. The last few men were still trying to use me. Reality crashed down hard. Tears poured from my eyes as I curled up, sobbing. “What… what did I do…? I’m supposed to be a bright, optimistic idol… not this…” I cried quietly while another man tried to pull my legs open again. “Please… I regret it… I regret it so much…” My upbeat mask was gone. Only shame and naked vulnerability remained under the alley Nights'
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Izumi BackAlley Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Fern Gangbang"
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Fern Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art "2000!"
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2000!

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