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AI art "Sakura femdom"
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Sakura femdom

test321
AI art '2...'
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2...

warmicestudios
AI art "Some Frieren experiments"
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Some Frieren experiments

zuzul
AI art "Chika Dark Fantasy"
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Chika Dark Fantasy

blackhairedstudent
AI art "I'm all yours"

I'm all yours

cef_ultra
AI art 'Annie Revisiting'
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Annie Revisiting

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Nagatoro Bukkake'
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Nagatoro Bukkake

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Happy Birthday"
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Happy Birthday

zuzul
AI art "Poison Ivy enjoying some alone time"

Poison Ivy enjoying some alone time

classyrestrain
AI art 'Cherry Bomb is into BDSM?' with user description 'Oh my dear Cherry, you're so sassy and kinky! You have that pretty face but that crazy mind.'
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Cherry Bomb is into BDSM?

cef_ultra
AI art "Restrained kitty"
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Restrained kitty

zuzul
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無標題

lukeeees1
AI art "Devil Slut Nagatoro ❤️"
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Devil Slut Nagatoro ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Lili Slut ❤️'
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Lili Slut ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Revy Gangbang' with user description 'The deal was simple, if i make all of their cocks soft from cumming they would let me walk way, there was no other choice so I accepted the deal. They said they would use violence, I said I that i love violence. Dozens of Balalaika’s soldiers, guards, and hired thugs gathered around me in the dim, flickering lights, their eyes filled with ugly hunger as they closed in. I lifted my chin and forced a wide, cocky smirk across my face, planting my boots firmly on the ground. “That all you Russian dogs have? I’m Revy, Two Hands. I’ve killed more men than you’ve had hot meals. Come on, you limp-dicked fucks! I can take every single one of you and still walk out of here laughing my ass off. Let’s see what you’ve got!” They started snapping photos right away, flashes popping like cheap fireworks as I posed defiantly — chest out, legs apart, middle finger raised high. The first wave of men grabbed at me. I headbutted one hard, tasting blood on my lips, and laughed loudly. “Harder, you pathetic assholes! This is nothing but a warm-up for me!” But the hours dragged on and on. They kept rotating, never giving me a real break. I quickly noticed the drugs they were using — some nasty Roanapur chemical shit. These bastards would grunt, cum thick loads deep inside my cunt, my ass, and down my throat… then their gigantic cocks would swell back up rock-hard again in seconds, veins bulging, ready for more without any downtime. They ripped my tank top off, exposing my breasts to the cameras. My shorts followed, torn away violently. One by one they yanked off my combat boots. A grinning thug peeled off my sweaty sock and forced it deep into my mouth, the sour, filthy taste making me gag and choke. “Open wide, bitch,” one growled. A monstrous, wrist-thick cock pushed down my throat, stretching my jaw painfully and bulging my neck. I choked but tried to glare up with pure hate. At the same time, two others spread my legs wide and slammed into my pussy and ass together, pounding me brutally while cum leaked down my thighs in sticky streams. The wet, relentless slapping sounds filled the cell, mixed with the constant click of cameras. Then the voices changed. They became soft, almost gentle, which made it so much worse. “Good girl… Drink it all up, girl.” A rough hand stroked my matted hair almost tenderly while the cock continued fucking my face. “You can take it. You’re such a strong little girl.” Those words cut straight through me like a hot knife. Strong little girl. Suddenly I was thrown back into memories I tried so hard to bury. That roach-filled Chinatown apartment, the dim light swinging overhead. My father’s drunken breath on my neck, his heavy body pinning my small frame as he whispered the same sick shit: “Strong little girl, take it for daddy.” The pain, the locked door, my useless little hands pushing against him. Then the crooked cops in the back alley, passing me around under the streetlights, laughing softly with the exact same tone — “Good girl, drink it all up.” The helplessness I thought I had burned away with every bullet I ever fired. Tears started stinging my eyes. I tried to snarl and fight around the thick shaft destroying my throat, but my body began shaking uncontrollably. They flipped me around like a broken toy — one hammering my ass, another wrecking my pussy, the third forcing even deeper down my gagging throat. More photos flashed. More cum flooded every part of me. “Good girl, Revy. Take our cocks. You’re doing so well, strong little girl.” I shattered inside. Real panic exploded through me. Tears poured down my face as I sobbed helplessly around the cock choking me. I wasn’t the tough Two Hands anymore. I was just that scared little girl from Manhattan again, small, worthless, and leaking everywhere while monsters used me. The old trauma mixed with the present until I couldn’t tell them apart. My tough shell was gone, replaced by raw fear and broken sobs. They kept going for what felt like forever, whispering those creepy praises, slapping my ass, twisting my nipples, filling me over and over. My mind spun into darkness, body twitching from forced orgasms that hurt more than they pleasured. But then something deep inside me snapped back — the pure rage that had kept me alive all these years clawed its way through the pain. With a muffled scream, I twisted hard against the cuffs on the rough floor until a link finally gave way. I grabbed a dropped pistol from the ground. Chaos erupted. I started firing wildly, headshots dropping the first two guys instantly. Naked, covered in cum and sweat, I laughed through my tears as I snatched another gun. “You thought you broke me, you fucks?!” I roared. Bullets flew as I tore through the rest of them, shooting, stabbing ripping them with my hands. The little girl inside me was still crying but revy two hand was back. Balalaika would hear about this soon enough. Revenge is sweet and i was just getting started'
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Revy Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'The Goth Queen' with user description 'Every knot is a question. Every inch of hemp is a boundary redefined. She doesn't just wear the restraints; she inhabits them. In the stillness of the studio, the only thing louder than the friction is her unwavering gaze.'

The Goth Queen

cef_ultra
AI art "Nagatoro Slut ❤️"
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Nagatoro Slut ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Nana-cha: The Anchor 🕸️⛓️' with user description 'The room is dead quiet—a sharp, uncomfortable departure from the hurricane of energy that usually follows her. Nana-cha has always been the girl who refuses to be still, the one who leaves trails of chaos and color everywhere she goes. But tonight, the motion has finally stopped. The hemp isn’t a restraint; it’s a mapping of her resolve. Every inch of tension is a conversation between her impulsive heart and the immovable weight of the knots. She’s staring into the lens, that familiar, defiant spark still alive, but it’s anchored now. She isn't caught. She’s chosen the exact frequency of her own surrender. And honestly? The silence she’s projecting is heavier than anything she’s ever screamed.'
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Nana-cha: The Anchor 🕸️⛓️

cef_ultra
AI art 'Hina's Story: Trial Runs Part 2' with user description 'Hina couldn’t take it. Level two was just too much. As best as she could, she tried to hold back the moans threatening to escape but it was a losing battle. Just as she was about to gave in, the intensity dropped to level one. “Young girl, if you aren’t feeling, I have a honey lemon drop that could help” Trying anything to distract herself, she reaches out to grab the drop, “Thank you, si-” Level two. Hina freezes before grabbing the drop, to focused and aroused by the return of the new level. The subway stops and the old man stands, ready to get down. The old man places the drop in her hand and closes her hands around it. “Take care of yourself young one, my stop is here but try not going out when you aren’t well. Level one. Hina shakily relaxes, “Thank you for the kind words.” As the old man leaves, Hina finally takes time to understand her current dilemma. Looks like the second level has her alternating between all the levels. And unfortunately for, she was only two minutes into the round trip. The subway continued its journey, but Hina’s was just beginning. She tried her best to keeping quiet, pressing her hands against where the device was wreaking havoc. Level two. Hina crossed her legs, leaned forward trying to keep her composure. Demo mode. Momentary relax. Level two. She leans back in her seat, eyes squeezed shut and beginning to tear up. covering her mouth to stop any sound from escaping, the other pressed against the device thinking it would ease the stimulation. Not a chance. This endless song and dance felt like torture for the next fifteen minutes as there were multiple stops that day. But the worst part was that Hina was kept at edge unable to release, conflicted on if this was a blessing or a curse. As the subway approached the final stop and the doors opened, Hina rushed out hiding somewhere to try to calm herself. But as she stepped out, the device stopped. Sweating profusely, Hina leans against a wall on the verge of crying. Her phone vibrates, scaring Hina as she thought there was a second device. “Almost done, just need to get level three data and we are done.” Hina lets out a defeated moan. Tired, she heads back to the park before collapsing into the grass, her legs giving way from the earlier exertion. “What have I gotten myself into? This is not what I signed up for.” Well, you did. Verbally at least. So, let’s finish up. At that moment level three begins, and it was far more intense than anything Hina had expected from the tiny demon. She immediately bought her knees to her chest, hands desperately pressed between her legs, her juices flowing between her fingers. Hina couldn’t make a sound, her whole body affected by the strong tremors, but the warmth was quickly spreading from her head to her toes. “This is it! I can finally-” Gone. Done. Disappeared. Hina relaxes, hands and legs spread. Defeated “I’m done, I can’t do this anymore. It’s too much Yuki.” The tears started flowing as Hina was still recovering from the intensity of the final level. Her phone vibrates again, slowly Hina reads the message from Yuki. Just one word. “Office.” Hina gets, the office thankfully a short walk from the park. As Hina walks in Yuki gives her friend a hug. “You did well, to be honest level three is pretty intense.” Hina, looking at her friend with wet eyes, “You monster, I was on edge all day. I was absolutely terrified someone would catch me.” “Hina,” Yuki smiled, “did you forget your safe word?” Hina freezes, recalling the words Yuki left her with before the first level. Why hadn’t she used it? Sure her pride would have prevented her from doing so, but not even once had it occurred to her that there was one. There was no way. Was she secretly enjoying-? No. She couldn’t bring herself to admit that. “Well as a reward I have something that I think you desperately need” She took Hina to the storage closet where a chair and belts her situated. “What is this-“ “Trust me, take off your heels and take a seat. Hina obeys, doing as Yuki said and taking a seat. Yuki grabs the leather belts, securing Hina to the chair, arms tied behind her back, resulting in a frog tie, her feet off the ground. She rips apart her hose, to Hina’s surprise and inserts the device, noting it looked a little different from the one from earlier. Still not done, Yuki unbuttons Hina’s top, attaching two vibrators, one for each nipple. Just as Hina was about to ask, Yuki forces a ring gag into her mouth, stopping her question. Finally she places a blindfold, heightening Hina’s senses of her current situation. After admiring her work, Yuki grabs sound proof headphones and leans next to Hina’s ear. “Have fun girl, and by the way, this one is version two, and has a level four. Enjoy.” Yuki then places the headphones on and closes the door as she leaves. “WHAT!? YUKI PLEASE I CAN’T! COME BACK” but the ring gag prevented anything understandable from coming out. She begins fighting her bonds but to no avail. The conclusion Part 3 soon!'
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Hina's Story: Trial Runs Part 2

mellmell1
AI art 'An appreciation for Psylocke.'
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An appreciation for Psylocke.

ulyth
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