agarag
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AMAZING work!!Mr. Smith and Sam's employment agreement
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ericvonroon
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would you know which genesis model was used for the girl?
Dosneyie
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https://f95zone.to/threads/y3df-3d-...-bad-boss_the-tan_circle-y3df-fan-art.137810/ You can get the Duf and assets here
ericvonroon
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thanks! but the file has a password. can you share the password?
Dosneyie
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Dosneyie
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Merry Christmas and Happy holidays!!
Weeks apart had stretched into an ache Brian couldn't ignore. The faded Christmas photo of him and his Mom on the mantelpiece mocked him with memories of simpler times. His phone calls had become charged with something more than just longing; a promise whispered between them: hardcore sex, making love like couples do in movies – all the things he craved from the woman who'd always been so much more to him than just Mom.
The chime rang on Christmas Eve and Brian’s breath hitched. Her perfume was a heady wave before his eyes even landed on her. Shimmering emerald green clung to every curve, making him imagine the softness of her breasts pressed against him beneath it all. He pulled her close as soon as she stepped inside. Even more stunning than he remembered, his Mom radiated heat and desire. His own body throbbed with need, a coiled spring ready to unleash.
Dosneyie
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"You look beautiful," he rasped out, the words barely audible over the pounding of his own blood in his ears. His hands moved instinctively, tracing a line down her arm, over the curve of her hip where it strained against the silky fabric of her dress. The scent of her - vanilla and something uniquely hers - filled him with an intoxicating need.
He didn't want to wait another second.
"Brian," she sighed, her voice husky as she tilted up her chin to meet his gaze. Her eyes were dark and shimmering, reflecting the Christmas lights strung across the room like a constellation of desire. She smelled warm and sweet, tasted like honey on his tongue when he finally captured her lips in a kiss that devoured all restraint.
Her hands slid into his hair, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. He felt her breasts pressing against him, full and firm beneath the thin silk of her dress. It was like coming home after a long journey, finding exactly what his soul had been searching for.
When they finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, she tasted of Christmas cookies and something infinitely more potent – the promise of a night filled with reckless passion.
He pulled her back to him, the smooth glide of her dress against his skin making him ache. "Let's get out of these clothes," he murmured against her lips.
She smiled then, that slow, knowing curve of her mouth that sent tremors through him. It was a smile that said she understood exactly what he wanted – and gave it freely.
"Yes," she whispered back, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw as if memorizing every inch of him. "Let's get out of these clothes."
He didn't wait another second. He peeled away her dress, reveling in the sight of her bare breasts and the delicate swell of her hips. They were beautiful, perfect – like a goddess sculpted from moonlight and desire. Her skin was warm under his touch, smooth and yielding as he pressed kisses along the curve of her back, down to her taut ass cheeks.
"Oh Brian," she sighed, her voice thick with anticipation. "You’re making me crazy."
He grinned into the soft flesh of her shoulder. “Good,” he murmured against her skin. “I like to make you crazy.” He pulled back a little then, looking at her over his shoulder as his hands skimmed down the smooth expanse of her belly, pressing through the fabric of her panties to stroke her swollen clit.
She arched instinctively into his touch, a low moan escaping her lips that sent shivers crawling up his spine. He chuckled softly before plunging his hand deep inside her, finding her slick heat and taking her with his fingers in one long, sure stroke.
Her head fell back against the sofa; eyes glazed over with pleasure as she gasped his name. "Brian," she breathed, her voice thick with need.
She looked at him then, her gaze dark and yearning. “Come on,” she said, her hand reaching out to pull him down towards her. “Fuck me right here.”
He didn’t hesitate. He knelt before her, taking her in his hands as he lowered himself down to meet the curve of her hips against his own.
He buried deep inside her, her heat meeting his with a sigh that seemed to fill the entire room. "Mmm," she groaned, "so good."
“Yeah?” he murmured back, stroking her thighs through the silky fabric of her panties, pushing into her deeper and harder as he waited for her legs to wrap around him.
He was home. He had what he craved. He had his mom.
He didn't want to wait another second.
"Brian," she sighed, her voice husky as she tilted up her chin to meet his gaze. Her eyes were dark and shimmering, reflecting the Christmas lights strung across the room like a constellation of desire. She smelled warm and sweet, tasted like honey on his tongue when he finally captured her lips in a kiss that devoured all restraint.
Her hands slid into his hair, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. He felt her breasts pressing against him, full and firm beneath the thin silk of her dress. It was like coming home after a long journey, finding exactly what his soul had been searching for.
When they finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, she tasted of Christmas cookies and something infinitely more potent – the promise of a night filled with reckless passion.
He pulled her back to him, the smooth glide of her dress against his skin making him ache. "Let's get out of these clothes," he murmured against her lips.
She smiled then, that slow, knowing curve of her mouth that sent tremors through him. It was a smile that said she understood exactly what he wanted – and gave it freely.
"Yes," she whispered back, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw as if memorizing every inch of him. "Let's get out of these clothes."
He didn't wait another second. He peeled away her dress, reveling in the sight of her bare breasts and the delicate swell of her hips. They were beautiful, perfect – like a goddess sculpted from moonlight and desire. Her skin was warm under his touch, smooth and yielding as he pressed kisses along the curve of her back, down to her taut ass cheeks.
"Oh Brian," she sighed, her voice thick with anticipation. "You’re making me crazy."
He grinned into the soft flesh of her shoulder. “Good,” he murmured against her skin. “I like to make you crazy.” He pulled back a little then, looking at her over his shoulder as his hands skimmed down the smooth expanse of her belly, pressing through the fabric of her panties to stroke her swollen clit.
She arched instinctively into his touch, a low moan escaping her lips that sent shivers crawling up his spine. He chuckled softly before plunging his hand deep inside her, finding her slick heat and taking her with his fingers in one long, sure stroke.
Her head fell back against the sofa; eyes glazed over with pleasure as she gasped his name. "Brian," she breathed, her voice thick with need.
She looked at him then, her gaze dark and yearning. “Come on,” she said, her hand reaching out to pull him down towards her. “Fuck me right here.”
He didn’t hesitate. He knelt before her, taking her in his hands as he lowered himself down to meet the curve of her hips against his own.
He buried deep inside her, her heat meeting his with a sigh that seemed to fill the entire room. "Mmm," she groaned, "so good."
“Yeah?” he murmured back, stroking her thighs through the silky fabric of her panties, pushing into her deeper and harder as he waited for her legs to wrap around him.
He was home. He had what he craved. He had his mom.
Dosneyie
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Her legs wrapped around him, a desperate hold as he settled deep inside her. She tasted like peppermint and something uniquely hers - sweet, musky, intoxicating. He groaned into her neck as she arched against his intrusion. She smelled of vanilla and Christmas pine, the scent mingling with the heady musk of arousal that radiated off her skin.
"God, Brian," she breathed out, a choked sound laced with pleasure. Her hand clenched in his hair, pulling him deeper, urging him closer.
He rode the wave of heat that swelled within him, pressing into her hard, seeking to consume every inch of her. He felt the clench of her muscles around him as he moved, slick and tight, demanding more. Her breasts pressed against his chest, full and warm beneath his trembling fingertips. He savored the feel of them there, their soft warmth radiating through the thin fabric of her shirt. He trailed kisses down her shoulder, sucking at the sensitive flesh where it met her collarbone.
"Brian," she moaned again, the sound ragged and urgent. "Fuck me harder."
He obeyed, thrusting into her with renewed passion. Her hand wandered to his cock through the thin fabric of his jeans, gripping him tight as he poured more and more of himself into her. She tasted like Christmas cookies and desire as she tilted her head back, meeting each thrust with a desperate yearning that mirrored his own.
He felt it coming then - the hot rush that threatened to consume him. He pumped into her harder, faster, anchoring himself against her hips as he came undone inside her, his seed warm and slick in the dark space between them.
She gasped his name, her hand sliding down to press against the dampness of his thigh. “God,” she breathed, a shudder rippling through her body that echoed the tremors running through him. "Brian... so good..."
They remained entwined for a long moment, chests heaving in unison as they fought back the lingering heat that pulsed between them. The air hung thick with the scent of pine and sweat and something undeniably primal – the smell of their shared surrender.
She leaned her head against his shoulder, letting out a slow sigh as her breath hitched once more. “Jesus,” she murmured against him, "that was... everything."
He grinned down at her, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against his own. He wanted to devour every inch of her - her curves, her scent, the soft curve of her spine beneath his hand as she lay nestled against his chest.
"Happy Christmas, baby," he whispered back into her hair.
She hummed softly in response, and for a long moment they simply held each other, basking in the aftermath of their shared need, their bodies finally together as one.
"God, Brian," she breathed out, a choked sound laced with pleasure. Her hand clenched in his hair, pulling him deeper, urging him closer.
He rode the wave of heat that swelled within him, pressing into her hard, seeking to consume every inch of her. He felt the clench of her muscles around him as he moved, slick and tight, demanding more. Her breasts pressed against his chest, full and warm beneath his trembling fingertips. He savored the feel of them there, their soft warmth radiating through the thin fabric of her shirt. He trailed kisses down her shoulder, sucking at the sensitive flesh where it met her collarbone.
"Brian," she moaned again, the sound ragged and urgent. "Fuck me harder."
He obeyed, thrusting into her with renewed passion. Her hand wandered to his cock through the thin fabric of his jeans, gripping him tight as he poured more and more of himself into her. She tasted like Christmas cookies and desire as she tilted her head back, meeting each thrust with a desperate yearning that mirrored his own.
He felt it coming then - the hot rush that threatened to consume him. He pumped into her harder, faster, anchoring himself against her hips as he came undone inside her, his seed warm and slick in the dark space between them.
She gasped his name, her hand sliding down to press against the dampness of his thigh. “God,” she breathed, a shudder rippling through her body that echoed the tremors running through him. "Brian... so good..."
They remained entwined for a long moment, chests heaving in unison as they fought back the lingering heat that pulsed between them. The air hung thick with the scent of pine and sweat and something undeniably primal – the smell of their shared surrender.
She leaned her head against his shoulder, letting out a slow sigh as her breath hitched once more. “Jesus,” she murmured against him, "that was... everything."
He grinned down at her, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against his own. He wanted to devour every inch of her - her curves, her scent, the soft curve of her spine beneath his hand as she lay nestled against his chest.
"Happy Christmas, baby," he whispered back into her hair.
She hummed softly in response, and for a long moment they simply held each other, basking in the aftermath of their shared need, their bodies finally together as one.
agarag
Member
awesome work!!! maybe one day you can do it with bad boss characters
Dosneyie
Member
Thanks for your feedback . I would never compare my renders to the work of Maxsmegol , maybe one day I will learn enough to replicate his style and characters the way he did . Till I reach that point , I will keep tryingWith all due respect for the effort, this isn't Samantha for me. The best copy is still worse than the original.
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Jadda
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I didn't say it was bad—I would never see it that way—but when I read the names "Circle" and "Samantha," images immediately spring to mind, and I know every picture and the entire story behind them. This character is practically perfect in her appearance, and I think the bar is set very high when you try to emulate Max Smeagol.Thanks for your feedback . I would never compare my renders to the work of Maxsmegol , maybe one day I will learn enough to replicate his style and characters the way he did . Till I reach that point , I will keep trying
You're technically on the right track, and I envy your talent. I look forward to seeing more of your work and wish you every success!
Gnaparelli
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Renders are not bad, the problem is obviously the story, dialogues and build-up, that's what most of the time actually creates excitement. Especially when we talk about incest/taboo stories, the main thing really is everything before sex, apparently normal family situations that are changing step by step, ending with "crossing the taboo" phase. That's why i can't believe people find exciting any type of , even short comic, when mom (or daughter) is naked right away and actually offering herself to son (or father) and so on. Dialogues, if realistically possible/probable , environment, right/realistic clothing (not moms dressed as whores for example) - everything actually contributes to make an incest/taboo plot or scene exciting. Last thing, since you're remaking Y3df stuff, try to make Jenny/Pete mom son couple from "The tan/bad tan" comic, they were my absolutely favorite mom/son couple from Y3df.
