Doja Cat Deep Fake Porn Novels & Stories

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“You gonna know how to use it?” I groan, hips jerking into her grip. “Keep talking like that and I won’t be gentle.” “That is the idea, Kade. Fuck me so hard I forget tonight.” That’s all the permission I need. I kiss her again, deep and filthy, while my fingers slide through her folds. She’s so wet, so ready. I circle her clit with my thumb, then push two fingers inside her, curling them just right. Sora moans into my mouth, her hand tightening around my cock as she strokes me in time with my fingers.

“Which brings me to the contingency. If the morality clause fails, we need another way to destroy the marriage before the board validates it. Something so damaging that even Devon’s legal team can’t spin it. Something that makes Anya look not just like a fraud, but like a woman of such low character that no board member would ever accept her as a Vance.” “What kind of something?” A pause. The tap of the cane, slow and deliberate. “There’s a man in the city who specializes in digital fabrication. Deepfakes. Convincing ones. For a f*e, he can create a video of Anya—engaging in certain acts—with an actor who resembles her enough to fool facial recognition. We release it anonymously the night be

Jena's voice was hoarse with her incessant cries and moans but she didn't mind because she was finally experiencing the big, big "O" Cathy's dildo has nearly disappeared in the folds of Colton's anus, and Cathy broke into a sweat as she started pulling and pushing the huge 'do' out of his small anal opening. Within minutes of pumping, Colton arched his back and gave a long drawn-out growl. His whole body shuddered and he ejaculated into Jena's shaking pussy. He withdrew his dick and the viscid fluid squirted upwards and fell, forming tear-drop figure as it hit the bedcover. Cathy had to disengage herself with the dildo and be content of gently juggling his balls as he climaxed.

Donna asked curiously. I grinned and explained, “The deep fake, it’s the same as editing or changing the pictures, videos and sound effects, the deepfake is done more meticulously. Just like this video. Let’s say this video was from another website — whoever’s in it has about the same body type as Calix, so that’s why they used it. But I’m positive it’s not Calix in the video or the pictures.” “How could that not be Mr. Calix? We clearly saw his face, and that evil wicked Veronica too.”

I made sure to do a quick edit and made the video four seconds longer. I also slotted some deep fakeAI voice recordings of Dominic calling the orphanage charities a sweet privilege for beggars. No one would ever find out. It was that good. It was enough. Helena’s lips parted slightly. Luigi just swore under his breath. “This is…” she whispered. “This is dynamite.” “I told you.” Luigi leaned forward, eyes narrowed. “I don't get it. Why would you want to ruin your husband? Doesn't that affect you?”

“All women will also feel ticklish if you blow in their ears. Don’t do it again!" “You've been daydreaming a lot lately. And I saw Mr. sexy never comes. Do you miss him?” “Huh, no way. I'm thinking about my thesis." “Really? No normal woman would think about a thesis with a face like that.” "What kind of face do you mean?" “A face that looks like you want to kiss someone right now.” “Bullshit. I know you're just trying to provoke me. But I will not be provoked easily.”

I reached his bedroom door and threw it open, words already forming on my tongue about manipulation and— I froze. Don was sitting on the edge of his bed, pants around his ankles. A woman knelt between his legs, his hands tangled in her hair. They both snapped toward me, Don's cock still in the woman's mouth. My jaw dropped. "Jessica..." The word came out strangled. "What the fuck?!"

Elsa had always been chubby but not that big. “That is definitely a deepfake!” Leila yelled, “Her captors are messing with us.” I let out a scoff, she was right, that video must be deepfake. The cop attending to us handed the phone to another officer to run a scan on it, I scoffed internally,

"Release the 'Family Man' file." On the digital monitors, private, grainy images appeared. They showed Senator Hayes talking to the men who provided security for the trafficking routes. Then, the audio played: "My wife doesn't need to know where the contributions come from... If Forest becomes a problem, take care of it. Men disappear every day." The colour drained from Hayes’s face as his own security detail looked on in disgust. "That's AI! It’s a deepfake!" Hayes shouted.