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“You wanted me to end things with her.” They were both quiet. Victor stared at them, dumbfounded. “You did that?” Kendrick continued. “Another girl received fake medical reports claiming I had STIs because I was sleeping around.” “WHAT!” I shrieked. “Yeah.” Kendrick nodded. “With Natalie, they hacked her phone and exposed something from her past when she slept with her father’s friend because they wanted to destroy her relationship with her family. When that didn't work, they arranged for her to be caught with someone else.”

"Any suggestions for properly baptizing Megan's reformation to unbridled indulgence?" Okay I know I bring this upon myself but what the hell is this girl UpTo?

I scoffed, “of course. I guess it was really a mistake. Same way I could also send a video of our ‘MISTAKE’ to mom, don't you think?” Her brows knitted. “What video?” I smirked back at her, and lifted my phone so she could see. A video of her thrusting her toy deep into her pussy moaning loudly. Her eyes went wide, glued to the screen like she was hypnotized not to look away. I forwarded the video to the part where she was riding me, screaming how much she loved my cock, and her hands flew to the edge of the counter, holding on as her knees went weak.

“Excuse me? How dare you speak to me like—” I pulled out my phone, swiped to the video, and shoved it toward her face. The footage played on full volume, her unmistakable laugh, the way she pressed herself against Marcus Hale, one of my longest-serving board members, kissing him like a desperate slut in that hotel lobby. The way his hands roamed over her body near the elevator. Veda stared at the screen. For a second, she froze. Then she tried to recover. “That… that isn’t me,” she said quickly, her voice rising in pitch. “Calder, someone must have edited this. Deepfakes are everywhere these days. You can’t possibly believe—”

KINKS: CAMSHOW, SEX TOY, MASTURBATION, ANAL PLAY I sat in front of my webcam, the bright ring light casting a warm glow over my setup in the corner of my bedroom. The chat was already buzzing with over a million viewers tuned in for my special show. My heart raced with excitement as I glanced at the unopened box on the floor beside me. I'd splurged on this fuck machine after months of teasing my fans about it, and tonight, I was finally going to give them what they wanted—a raw, unfiltered solo session with the real thing. My curvy body tingled with anticipation; at 27, I'd built this camgirl life on my love for hardcore play, and nothing got me wetter than sharing it all live.

"Since I was in the area, I thought I'd just stop by and show you." Opening her phone, there is a message from an encoded number. Inside are pictures that can't be real. The faces match, but this must be an AI-deep fake. Addison and I have never been intimate. I'd have remembered. As I scroll through the message there are at least 5 different pictures with Addison and me in the throws of passion, my body above hers, our eyes closed in ecstasy. Heat rises to my cheeks as a visceral wave of desire washes over me.

"Great again. Mr Cartelli, if you could sign right here, and then Mrs Cartelli, if you could do the same just below his..." There hadn't been many documents for me to sign like this, so I winged it and made a new signature on the spot. I noticed Armani staring at it for a moment, but his attention was on the woman as soon as she started speaking. "And Dads..." she continued. Once they passed her the contract back, she handed us both the prenups, which were slightly scarier to look at, but I knew they would help us in the long run if this fake marriage ever had to break up. Though, I doubted we would be sharing much besides a last name and a vacation to Italy.

He explained. "It might look like she's been hurt, but it is just the kind of behavior she wants to be treated with while being in an intercourse. It's her kink. Besides, the guy that you are seeing right now is my friend, Harold. He's one of the youngest rugby players and the captain at the state level of our Sacramento. It is just a role play that they are acting in. Outside the bedroom he's very knowledgeable and kind. Don't you wanna meet him?" He continued explaining until Gracie was convinced.

The darker the request, the harder I will go. Within six hours the video crossed three million views. Comments flooded in like a tidal wave of pure lust and shock. People were calling it the most realistic deepfake they had ever seen. Others swore it was real and begged to know how he did the eye color change and the impossible strength. A few wrote things that made even Kai blush: "Make him choke you with your own cock next." "I want to see you cry while he breeds you." "Let him take over completely and film the whole night."

She whipped her head around to look at me. I chuckled coldly, fed up with her sheer stupidity. She truly deserved whatever happened to her. At that moment, Sarah finally regained her composure and pointed a finger at me. "I can prove this video is fake! Ever since university, Jonathan has been jealous of Lenard. More than once, he's told me he wants to utterly destroy Lenard. I never thought he would be so obsessed that he'd go as far as to create a deepfake." She paused, putting on a heartbroken expression. "In truth, Jonathan and I are the ones in that video. He just edited Lenard's voice in afterward. That's exactly the sort of thing he's an expert at, isn't it?"