Jacob Elordi Fake Nudes Novels & Stories

"What do you mean, what's wrong with him?" "004 is a hacker, he's someone who must deal with computers a lot. For someone who does that a lot, he wouldn't have his nails long like that. It makes typing difficult." Jacob paid close attention to the woman's hands. They looked so delicate as if they rarely did anything. "Yeah, maybe fake fingernails?" the chairman asked. "Try it, whether it's real or not. If it's real, you'll have to search again. Where is she?"

She followed the sound to an open bedroom door and stopped dead in her tracks. Mr. Lorenzo was sitting on the edge of his bed, completely naked. His muscular body was tense with pleasure. One strong hand was wrapped around his thick, hard cock, stroking it slowly. His eyes were glued to his phone. On the screen, Elena recognized one of the videos she had posted on I*******m last month—her in a tight top, dancing playfully at a friend’s party, her breasts bouncing with every move. He was jerking off to her.

Tall, slow and wrapped in shadows. Leo leaned closer. His breath caught in his throat. “No,” he whispered. “That’s not…” The figure stepped forward. Alive. Walking. Smiling like the devil. Don Emilio. Leo stumbled back like he’d been shot. “This… this is fake,” he said. “It’s CGI. Deepfake. Some trick…” But then the old man spoke on screen. “Hello, my son.” Alina didn’t blink. Leo looked at her. “You knew?” She shook her head, jaw clenched. “I suspected. But seeing it…”

Not in front of so many witnesses. My father moved to the edge of the stage, his gaze pinning me in place. “Did you do this, Lyra? Did you orchestrate this… this sabotage?” I met his eyes without flinching. “Yes.” Gasps rippled through the crowd. “But,” I continued, raising my voice so everyone could hear, “I didn’t create fake images. Everything you’re seeing is real. Every single photograph is authentic.” “You lying…” Elina started, but her voice was drowned out by the screen coming to life again.

"Okay, Victor, we completely got everything out," Aureliano said, leaning back in his chair like he'd just wrapped up some high-level tech op instead of committing five felonies on a Tuesday. He glanced at me like he expected applause. "Looks like this Elena girl tried to send this photo to her Instagram—doctored it with Anne's face." I glanced at the image he flipped around on his tablet. A naked woman, legs curled artfully, mouth half open. Clearly a p**n star. The watermark wasn't even fully cropped.

Not exaggerating but the smugness on his face as he glanced attractively where Gracie was seated, caused even her to question if she was still on earth. He adorned Calvin Klein boxers, which were wrapped tightly around his hips; it was noticeable, now that he had pulled his T-shirt. His upper abdomen resembled that of a chocolate bar. It was almost impossibly well built, showing much of his training through his body. "Here we go again." Sana said, rolling her eyes at the retro scene before offering a candy to Gracie who was busy staring at the reactions of the fangirls and the chocolatey view in front of her.

“Logan Larson is an alias I formed to start a business outside my family’s sphere of influence. My family and I… We don’t get along. I’m not involved in the family business. I built my own.” “What? But you…you are the eldest son, right?” “Yes, but illegitimate. I’m sure you’ve heard of that.” She swallowed. “Yes, but…how can you be… Jacob, is this a joke? I know you know a lot of people in many places, and you…” She shot to her feet and paced. “Is this like how you would get access to all those fake jewellery that looked so real? You–” “None of them were fake,” he interrupted.

Oh baby Jacob… he knew the truth. He knew. And yet there he was, still shielding me, holding himself up in front of me as a barrier from the wolves. Zara laughed — a bitter, hard sound. "You're a tech genius, right, Jacob? Tell me — does that look photoshopped to you?" Jacob gulped hard. She had a point. Even an intern would have known the video wasn't fake. But bless his heart — he didn't give up. Stammering, stumbling, covering.

His mask had slipped, revealing the real him. “You’re fake,” I whispered, feeling a mix of anger and relief. “You’re a total fraud.” The man laughed nervously and took a step back. “Don’t be silly, Natalia. You can’t believe everything you see on the internet. That guy in the video… he’s the fake one. He’s an AI deepfake that your husband’s company put together in ten minutes to cover up the scandal. I’m the real Damian Vance.” I glanced at the man’s face and then at his hands.

He said, his veined hand was right on my face full of my cum. I parted my mouth then he slid his fingers inside. “Is it good?” He asked. I nodded then sucked his fingers even better, to the point that I wouldn’t want to let it out already. I thought Jacob would finally untie me when he started removing his robe and clothes. He remained staring at my naked body as his clothes were taken off pieces by pieces… until his fucking underwear was left. The bulge in between his legs was so fucking huge I don’t think it would fit in me.