any more sfm stuff?

anyone got more?

The last one is awsome, more pls!

Got it this time, thanks!

Here's one of those hooks at work. Thanks again Onix

Here's another

The early puberty pussy hair looks lovely on these little sluts. How stimulating to see them screaming in agony on monster cocks!

Adrenaline is one hell of a drug.

If anyone else can help improve it, I would appreciate.

I can't understand what is the point of removing heads from the random pictures.

>>13736
Don’t question it.

>>13736
There are 2 guys that go around gurochan making those requests and edits. Not even good edits, just randomly deleting heads on pictures in Paint and calling it an "edit". Lazy and boring… and they/he gets mad when ppl get annoyed to have request threads slammed with tons of requests or "edits" like the thing above…

>>13739
This is coming from the guy who goes around edit threads whining and bitching about headless edits being shitty instead of posting actual edits of his own.

wow, so good. Please more

>>18949
>>18950
>>18951
Fuck off, retard.

Melanie, a little five inch tall fairy, was happily fluttering over the city sidewalk. She normally worked as a chef, but today was her day off so she wore an oversized shirt with nothing underneath. The tiny lady had white skin, short pink hair and light blue eyes behind a pair of glasses.

However, her happy little stroll soon stopped as she heard a gasp nearby. Upon looking, she saw a woman in a business suit on her knees and grasping her chest. She looked rather healthy, so Melanie wondered what could possibly be happening to her. The woman panted and coughed, her free hand trying to type on her phone but was too shaky. Melanie looked concerned and flew to the woman.

“Call the hospital as soon as you can..” Melanie softly spoke into the woman's ear before she disappeared, leaving her to look around where the voice could have possibly come from.

Melanie appeared inside of the businesswoman's chest, her glasses gone so they won't get in the way. The fairy blushed deeply as she saw the organs inside, the woman's lungs about as pink as Melanie's hair and her heart nestled inside of its pericardium. However her lungs were trembling as she couldn't get a proper breath, and her heart thrashed and couldn't keep a rhythm. Classic case of a heart attack, as Melanie figured. She flew to the heart, just tall enough to grab onto it.. but the pericardium was proving difficult to keep a grip.

She decided to teleport herself into the sac, ending up pinned between said sac and the failing red pump inside. Melanie at least spotted the culprit; a dark spot in a coronary artery indicated a blood clot. The poor girl must've been overworked into this state, maybe she ended up the pack mule for paperwork in her office job… whatever the matter, the helpful little fairy took action.

Melanie managed to slip her arms and legs around the heart, having a grip around her atria and ventricles. She let out an aroused sigh, to say hearts turned her on was an understatement. If she couldn't get her partner behind heart play during her flings, she at least got them to agree to let her sleep on their heart when they were done. She always preferred her partners to be massive compared to her. Holding someone's heart like this, hearing their valves slap and feeling their blood rush would of course get this fairy so excited… even if the valves in question were flapping aimlessly and the blood sloshed around in the chambers instead. With her slit soaking wet under her shirt and her tiny heart racing like a hummingbird's, Melanie went to action.

She put her toned muscles to work as she squeezed her legs down on the ventricles. Enough squeezing, and the ventricles gave way to push that sloshing blood into the rest of the woman's body. The fairy then started a rhythm as she pushed her hands down on the atria to push more blood down, then her legs again to push the ventricles.

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>>54436

A link to Dungeon Traps comics? Thx!

>>27259
Great series!

[consensual] [penectomy]

Short story. The events of Threesome started a fad. A school charity event follows the trend.

Kitten Sanctuary
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By ShamefulDesire (9/11/2019)

"We have to come up with an idea for this years charity event." Traci introduced the meeting of the charity committee at her school.

"I heard about this sorority that gave up cock for lent. They had a ceremony where they tossed all of their dildos and boyfriends' cocks into a fire. Maybe we could do that here?" Piped up one of the girls in the committee.

"That was a sorority of really hot bimbos. We are school girls. What can we possible do to persuade them to part with their cocks? We don't have much to offer them." Said another.

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Hehe,
I wonder if it counts as zoophilia if you feed your penis to the cat LOL

And now Traci has a boyfriend with half-eaten cooked dick ;)

>>18916
We are legally allowed to feed our skin to so called "doctor fish" in foot spas. Why would this be any different?

>>18938
I do not mean that I just say if fetish of your dick being eaten by cat can be considered zoophilia as if you find that idea arousing.
Of course that's only for a comedy purpose.

hmm… considering posting my stories to gurochan.

won't be difficult either as they're already up on hentai foundary n tumblr

question is, how much do i want to become known to be on this site as well

I have never seen that comic translated. And I wondered what the hell was going on…

>>13661
Second. I would also like to know what's being said.

Bump.

Great story, the stabbing, the rape,the pitiful motive for such a brutal crime. Wonderful!

We need more stories like this on this board. Thanks for posting!

>>1512
Sorry about that! Here's the translated version.

>>1519
Thank you!!!!!

Wow, thank you so much, this is great. Welcome back, man!

thank you Caterpillar you are an institution and a contributer to the remnants of Western civlization

>>1510
BTW is really curious that early Kago reeks of early Shirow

>>77626 No one knows?

>>77664
Thank you so much!!!
I love this story!

Like your style. Would you consider drawing some cooking vore?

>>27553
The falaris bull… Incoming

Love your crucifixion pics.
Hope you draw more in the future.

And this is the last one, because I no longer have paper, and apart from paper I need it for work

“… [screaming] …”
“Olive! Stop fighting it … relax and the good feelings start.”
“… it hurts …. it huuuuuuuuurts …”
“Push deep, Mister. Then let her rest.”
“… UNGH! …”
“There. It’s in. Just relax your belly.”
“… s’ too big … too big …”
“Girls stretch, Olive. You can handle it.”
“… noooooo …”
“Come on, Olive. My sister did it. I did it. You can do it too.”
“… can’t …”
“I’ve taken your turn for six months. You promised this time.”
“I’ll try. I’ll really try.”

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“Grace? Teacher sent me to find you.”
“You found me.”
“Why are you hiding in the bathroom?”
“It’s just too much.”
“What happened?”
“This happened.”
“What? … this is a stocking.”
“Silk.”
“Silk?”
“Yeah. It’s what Sissy hanged herself with.”
“Your sister died?”
“Might as well. She’s in a coma.”
“Is she going to be okay?”

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The old placer miner’s shack is quiet, the surrounding forest still. Even the ponds near the river’s edge are silent, the frogs that nightly raise their symphony of rough calls are on alert, wary of the distant screams of a girl in frantic pain and need.

The grey van that parks near the shack above the ponds every Friday night when the parents of certain girls while away their hours at the honky-tonk on the highway, is missing; now further along the rutted dirt road. It is from within the van that the screams emit, heard only by the frogs and those inside the van.

Though the night is cool, the air inside the van is humid, smelling of sweat, sex, urine, and vomit. A girl named Grace is slick with sweat, her hair plastered to her scalp and face. The mattress between her open thighs is wet with urine and what the man that is pressing down hard on her lower belly calls ‘honey’. Another girl is laying beside Grace, holding her tight, pinching her small pink nipples. Her name is Olive, and she is there to help her friend Grace endure her ordeal, or help ease her out of this life.

“… Harder! …” Grace screams at the man between straining grunts, spit spraying past her clenched teeth, “… I can feel it! … I can feel it! …”

The heels of the man’s hands are pressed deep in Grace’s abdomen just on either side of her belly button, the little pot belly between it and her sex is like a hard ball. It is this he is pushing against.

“Push it out! Push it out!” Grace cries out, her once tender voice now raw and hoarse.

“It’s not working, Grace.” Olive says, wiping the beads of sweat from Grace’s brow with a pair of underpants.

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Props.