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The biggest and juiciest cookie in the city!

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For this video gen I used the WAN2.2 WAN 2.2 I2V 14B Lightspeed (S) High/Low models from https://civitai.com/models/1981116?modelVersionId=2388548 . I used the ComfyUI workflow from the same creator at https://civitai.com/models/1823089

AI Story - Bitch in Heat

The moon dipped lower in the velvet sky, its pale light dancing across the park's dew-kissed grass, but Duchess barely noticed, her world narrowed to the throbbing heat between her thighs and the electric thrill of your gaze devouring her form. She stretched languidly on the cool pavement, her spiked collar tugging slightly at her neck with a metallic jingle that sent shivers down her spine, fur standing on end like a lover's whisper. The night air was thick with her scent now, a potent cocktail of raw animal musk, sweet vanilla perfume clinging to her fur, and the unmistakable tang of her arousal—sharp and salty, like ocean spray mixed with forbidden fruit. Every breath she took amplified it, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled deeply, savoring her own essence before exhaling with a soft, rumbling growl that vibrated through her chest and down to her core.

"Oh, fuck, darling," Duchess purred, her voice a sultry rasp that slithered through the darkness, wrapping around you like silk ropes. She rolled her hips in a slow, deliberate circle, the pink fishnet stockings straining against her muscular thighs with a faint tearing whisper, threads popping under the pressure of her exaggerated curves. Her high-heeled paws scraped the concrete with a gritty scratch, the sound echoing like nails on a chalkboard but oh-so-enticing, each click-clack punctuating her growing need. Those multiple rows of breasts—ten swollen orbs in total, arranged in neat pairs down her underbelly—jiggled with the motion, the pierced nipples erect and aching, silver rings glinting as they caught the streetlamp's glow. Beads of milk formed at the tips, trembling before dripping free in slow, viscous trails that traced hot paths over her fur, cooling slightly in the breeze and leaving sticky residues that glistened like dew on petals.

She arched her back higher, presenting her rear with shameless abandon, her long tail curling upward to brush teasingly against her exposed anus, which winked invitingly, a dark rosebud pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat. But it was her giant fat canine pussy that stole the show, a masterpiece of erotic excess—plump lips ballooned out like overfilled cushions, the outer folds a rich chocolate brown fading to flushed pink inside, parted wide to reveal the slick, quivering tunnel beyond. Juices oozed from her depths in a constant trickle, clear and thick like honey, dripping down in long strings that stretched and snapped with wet pops, splattering the pavement below. The scent hit harder now, wave after wave of that heady, feminine nectar wafting up—warm, invasive, filling your lungs with promises of slick heat and endless indulgence.

"Mmmph... ahh, yes," Duchess moaned, her blue-eyeshadowed eyes fluttering shut for a moment as a fresh shiver of pleasure coursed through her. Her long pink tongue lolled out even further, drool cascading in thick rivulets from her grinning maw, pooling on the ground with sloppy splats that mixed with her pussy juice into a slippery mess. She panted heavily, breaths coming in hot gusts that fogged the air slightly, her chest rising and falling, making her breasts sway pendulously. "You like what you see? This giant fat canine pussy of mine—god, it's so fucking huge, so puffy and ready. Feel the warmth from here? It's radiating like a furnace, begging to be touched, licked, filled." She clenched her inner muscles deliberately, the vulva contracting with a visible ripple that forced out a gush of juice—squirt, squelch, drip— the sound lewd and echoing, like water pouring from a tipped jug. The fluid arced slightly before hitting the ground, steaming faintly in the cool night, the aroma intensifying to something almost overwhelming, a mix of salt, sweetness, and that primal doggy tang that clung to everything.

Crawling forward on her fishnet-clad forepaws, nails clicking sharply like impatient taps, Duchess closed the distance inch by inch, her grin widening to show those sharp canines dripping with saliva. She dipped her head low, sniffing the air dramatically, her ears twitching with their spiral piercings jingling softly, a tinkling melody that underscored her seduction. "Smell that? That's my pussy juice, darling—dripping like a broken faucet, all because I'm such a horny bitch. It's so fat it slaps against my thighs when I walk, leaves wet spots on every bench I sit on. I've soaked through panties before, but who needs 'em when you've got this monster between your legs?" She laughed, a deep, throaty bark that dissolved into a series of moans— "Ohhh... nngh... fuck, yes!"—as she humped the air vigorously, her hips bucking in frantic rhythms that made her ornaments clatter together, the pastel bulbs bouncing against her engorged clit with rhythmic thumps.

The clit itself was a swollen nub, peeking out from the hood like a pearl in an oyster, glistening with her essence and throbbing visibly. Each ornament's brush sent jolts through her, making her body quake, breasts heaving as milk squirted from multiple nipples in unison, fine sprays that pattered onto the pavement like summer rain. The taste lingered in the air, creamy and sweet, mixing with her arousal to create a symphony of scents that assaulted every sense—visual overload of her undulating form, fur rippling like waves over taut muscles; auditory bliss of wet smacks, moans rising in pitch "Ahh... mmm, deeper... oh god!"; tactile imaginings of her soft, slick folds yielding under pressure; olfactory invasion of musk and milk; even the faint, phantom flavor on your tongue, tangy and addictive.

Duchess flipped onto her back suddenly, her stilettos kicking up sparks on the concrete with a sharp grind, exposing her underbelly fully. Her paws roamed greedily over her body, one tracing the rows of breasts, pinching and twisting nipples until milk flowed freely, soaking her fur in warm cascades that trickled downward to mingle with her pussy juice. "These udders? They're overflowing just for you—leaking milk that's so sweet, so thick, it could drown a man. But they're nothing compared to this fat cunt... look how it gapes, darling, those lips so giant they could wrap around anything." She spread her hind legs wider, the fishnets tearing further with a satisfying rip, exposing more of her inner thighs slick with sweat and fluids. Her pussy lips parted even more, the inner walls contracting hungrily, expelling another flood of juice that bubbled out with a frothy gurgle, running in rivers down her tail and pooling beneath her ass.

She rolled back to all fours, ass high once more, tail swishing to fan her scent directly outward, the breeze carrying it like an invisible lure. "I'm bragging because it's true—this giant fat canine pussy has ruined men, made 'em addicts. It's so puffy right now, swollen from need, dripping pussy juice in sheets. Hear that squish when I clench? Feel the heat baking off it?" She clenched again, harder, her whole body tensing, anus puckering as her vulva spasmed— "Fuuuuck... yes... oh shit, that's good!"—juice squirting out in forceful jets that hit the ground with wet slaps, splattering her stockings and making them cling transparently, outlining every curve. The ornaments dangled precariously, one bulb slipping against her folds and lodging briefly, sending her into a frenzy of moans: "Nngh... ahh... mmmph, deeper... yes, fuck my fat pussy with your eyes!"

Her movements grew more frantic, body undulating like a wave, breasts swinging heavily with each thrust of her hips, piercings pulling taut and eliciting sharp gasps. Milk dripped ceaselessly now, mixing with sweat to create a glossy sheen over her fur, the air humming with the buzz of distant city lights and her ragged breaths. She lapped at the air with her tongue, tasting the humidity laced with her own flavors, before dipping lower to slurp a puddle of her mixed fluids from the pavement—slurp, smack, gulp—the sounds obscene and amplified in the quiet park. "Tastes like heaven, darling—salty pussy juice, creamy milk, all blended for a slut like me. Imagine diving in, your face buried in this giant fat slit, lips sucking on these puffy folds while I grind and moan."

The intensity built, her moans turning to howls that echoed off the trees— "Awooo... oh god, yes... harder... mmm, drip for me!"—as she humped the ground itself, the rough texture scraping her sensitive clit with delicious friction, sending sparks of pleasure exploding through her nerves. Juice gushed in response, a torrent now, soaking everything in sight, the puddle spreading wide and reflecting the moon like a mirror of her lust. She trembled violently, on the edge but holding back, drawing it out, her dialog a stream of filthy brags: "This pussy's a legend—fat, wet, endless. It drips all night, leaves trails like a snail, scents the whole block with my heat. I'm such a prostitute for it, seducing with every wiggle, every drop."

Duchess pushed up on her forepaws, balancing precariously, her stilettos digging into the pavement with cracks, exposing her dripping core from a new angle. The ornaments swung wildly, clinking like bells in a storm, brushing her anus and vulva alternately, each touch eliciting whimpers and fresh leaks. "Feel that? My giant fat canine pussy pulsing, begging... oh fuck, it's clenching so hard, juice everywhere!" She clenched rhythmically, the vulva opening and closing like a mouth, sucking in air with wet pops before expelling more fluid in rhythmic spurts—drip, squirt, gush—the sounds a perverse orchestra.

Her body glistened entirely now, fur matted with sweat, milk, and juice, the scents layering into something intoxicating, overpowering. She crawled in circles, presenting from every side, moans incessant: "Yes... ahh... mmm, fuck me with your stare... my pussy's dripping so much, can't stop!" The night seemed to pulse with her, leaves rustling in sync with her breaths, city hum fading into her symphony of seduction. She collapsed slightly, ass still high, tail wagging furiously, ornaments jingling madly as she ground against nothing, building to another peak— "Ooooh... nngh... yes, yes, YES!"—juice flooding out in a final, massive wave that soaked the ground, her grin ecstatic, body quivering in aftershocks, ready to start the tease anew in this endless, steamy night of bragging and bliss.

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