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suspended congress

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AI art "From mermaid to maid."
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From mermaid to maid.

zuzul
AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money 8 (ft. Captain Nemesis)"
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Cyndel Vale needs money 8 (ft. Captain Nemesis)

octavian
AI art "1000! Perrin is Horny to Celebrate~"
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1000! Perrin is Horny to Celebrate~

onlyyouprod
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 '1k likes! ❤️' with user description 'Today my Chun-Li post reached 1k likes, it's my first one to reach this milestone, so to celebrate this achievement I made a set focused on Chun-Li. Enjoy ❤️ Link to the post https://betterwaifu.com/pt-BR/post/xwdk7y0'
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1k likes! ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "In HornyTown cuteness left a long time ago..."
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In HornyTown cuteness left a long time ago...

warmicestudios
AI art 'Sakura Dark Room'
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Sakura Dark Room

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Nagatoro Hotel'
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Nagatoro Hotel

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money 5"
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Cyndel Vale needs money 5

octavian
AI art "[Request] Weekend Getaway with Michelle"
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[Request] Weekend Getaway with Michelle

dreamerofdreams
AI art "Yor Dark Room ❤️"
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Yor Dark Room ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "More Taki"
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More Taki

wasabikuzu
AI art "Ellie's day out"
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Ellie's day out

zesoul
AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money (Remastered)"
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Cyndel Vale needs money (Remastered)

octavian
AI art "Psychedelic dream"
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Psychedelic dream

zuzul
AI art "Lamu 2 : a girl full of lightness"
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Lamu 2 : a girl full of lightness

zuzul
AI art "Yor Briar LONG DICKED"
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Yor Briar LONG DICKED

octavian
AI art 'Mahiru Casting' with user description 'The tropical humidity of Jabberwock Island was suffocating as Mahiru Koizumi stood in the shadow of the Monokuma Rock. Across from her, Junko Enoshima leaned back against a jagged stone, her eyes dancing with a manic, bored hunger. She wasn't just a participant in the game; she was the architect, the voice behind the bear, and the one holding Mahiru’s entire past in her hands. "You're so responsible, Mahiru-chan," Junko drawled, tossing a thick folder of Mahiru’s childhood photos—the only ones left of her late mother—over a small fire pit. "But being 'big sister' is just a mask for how much you fear being used. I don't need to tell Monokuma anything. I *am* the despair you're running from. If you want these memories back before they turn to ash, you’re going to give me a show that proves you’re nothing more than a fleshy prop." Junko reached into a bag and tossed a garment at Mahiru’s feet. It was a transparent, mesh-string bikini that offered zero coverage, meant only to highlight every inch of her skin. "Put it on. We’re going to the beach, and I’ve invited fifty 'Islander NPCs' who are very, very hungry for a freckled little toy." The negotiation was a slaughter. Mahiru, desperate to save the only link to her mother, stepped into the water under the pale moon, her body fully visible through the clear fabric. The fifty men were already there, a wall of shadowed, silent muscle. As soon as she stepped onto the sand, she was swarmed. The ordeal was a masterpiece of sensory destruction. Mahiru was immediately seized, dozens of hands grabbing and gropping her freckled body, their fingers digging into her pale skin as they fought for a piece of her. The transparent bikini was a cruel joke, drawing their eyes to exactly where they intended to invade. "Please... there's so many of you..." Mahiru’s plea was cut short as a man forced himself into her mouth, gagging her with his girth. It was a systematic hollowing. At any given moment, she was being filled by three men—one in her mouth, one in her pussy, and one stretching her anal passage to its absolute limit. The scale was staggering. As each man finished, he was instantly replaced. Mahiru was a communal vessel, a raw, aching piece of meat being processed by a relentless assembly line. The men gropped her breasts and thighs, their rough palms reddening her freckled skin until she was a map of their collective greed. By the fourth hour, the "responsible" girl was gone. In her place was a sobbing, arching mess. The friction of the sand and the relentless, heavy-caliber intrusions turned her core into a throbbing, distended void. She felt the rhythmic, animalistic thud of fifty men’s lust, her anatomy forced to accommodate diameters it was never meant to house. The bukkake sessions were the final insult; every few minutes, a group would surround her, drenching her face and her transparent bikini in a cooling, white deluge that blinded her. She was a living monument to submission, a "Big Sister" reduced to a leaking orifice. When dawn broke, the men vanished, leaving Mahiru collapsed on the shoreline. Her legs trembled violently, and her core felt like an empty, ruined hall, her body permanently loosened and inflamed. Junko stepped onto the sand, her heels sinking into the grit. She looked down at Mahiru—covered in filth, her freckled body bruised and leaking, the transparent bikini ruined and hanging off one hip—and let out a delighted, jagged laugh. "Wow, Mahiru! You really are just a hole after all!" Junko giggled, tossing the folder of photos onto the sand. "You look so *despair-inducing*! I love how the 'Ultimate Photographer' ended up as the 'Ultimate Beach Whore.' Seeing fifty men use you like a public utility was the highlight of my week!" Mahiru reached for the photos with a shaky hand, her voice a hollow, broken rasp. "I... I have her back." She looked at the ocean, the evidence of fifty men leaking from her ravaged body and staining the pristine sand. "I thought I captured the world... but tonight, the world finally captured me. I’m not a sister anymore. I’m just a hole the island used and discarded."'
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Mahiru Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Chel collection"
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Chel collection

owyerd
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
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