Justin Bieber Ai Porn Novels & Stories

The next day I could still feel her pussy gripping me. Graduation came and went. She walked across the stage with a perfect smile and a 4.0. I sat on the stage trying not to get hard just looking at her. ******* Riley The AI videos were gold. Hours of raw, filthy footage. His face wrecked with pleasure, my body taking every inch, him begging, coming, losing his mind. I edited them carefully, blurred my face completely with the AI tool, and uploaded the best one to a premium p**n site under the title: “Proffesor Fucks Student’s Tight Pussy – 12 Inch Monster Destroys Coed”.

Justin looked called out. “Don’t worry, Justin. I have a porn file on my computer too. I mean, I don’t keep it a secret. I’m, after all, the only one in my house into guys.” I assured with a laugh. “Oh really? Does your porn feature two guys screwing? Or is it the kind we can watch together?” Collin arched an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes, flipping him off. Fucking idiot. “Some of it does have two dudes. Ever notice that gay and bi guys tend to be hotter than the straight ones. It’s like a curse on us straight women.” I dramatically sighed, holding my hand to my forehead.

Stella rushed to her bag and brought out her phone, she opened it and searched for the sex video of Sophia. "See your idol, she's not the person you think she is… I think she understands that too and that's why she doesn't want to have anything serious with you because her conscience is not clear" Justin watched the video and was shocked. She didn't stop there, she went ahead and showed him the news about Sophia's parents and two other posts relating to her playing two men.

Urgent. With the call still on speaker, I tapped open W******p. The screen lit up— text after text, image after image, flooding in from an unknown number. No name. No context. Just a stream of messages, each one more unsettling than the last. The images were more graphic than ever. Some were real— me in the shower, unaware, water cascading down my back, my silhouette visible through the frosted glass. Others were AI-generated nightmares— me with men I’d never met, women I didn’t know, in poses too vulgar to describe. My body twisted, contorted, displayed like a product.

My breath caught as I stared at the screen, my heart beginning to pound in a way that felt wrong. Sebastian. Naked. In bed. With another woman. “No…” I whispered under my breath, shaking my head even as my grip on the phone tightened. This had to be fake. AI, editing, anything but real. It had to be. [“I can send you the address to confirm it yourself.”] My hands trembled as I typed back, my thoughts no longer steady enough to protect me. “Send the address.” [ “They’re in your basement."]

She pushed the door open just enough to peek inside. The scene hit her like a punch. Justin lounged on the edge of his unmade bed, controller in one hand, pants around his ankles. His average build was slouched back, eyes glued to the TV screen where some shooter game blared. But it was what was happening below his waist that froze her in place. A petite young girl, maybe nineteen, knelt between his spread legs, her head bobbing rhythmically as she sucked his average dick. Her small hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in as she took him deep, her cheeks hollowing with each pull. Saliva glistened on her chin, dripping onto the carpet. Justin's free hand tangled in her blonde hair, guiding

Matthew speaks as Justin adjusts his phone to focus on my glistening, slippery, and swelling pussy as Justin thrusts fiercely into me. "I will handle getting it deleted later, so don't worry,' Justin whispers into my ear as he fucks me so hard that my pussy contracts violently around his massive cock, sending shock waves through my body. I nodded my head. He spanked my ass, and my inner walls clenched violently around him. "Oh fuck, Genevieve, you are so sexy. I will watch this video every night while I masturbate, damn." Ronald said as he fisted his cock while he captured the moment.

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She leaned hard on those words, five hours, and I couldn't help thinking of all those joyless ten-minute stretches. I swallowed the sour ache and looked the woman on the couch dead in the eye. "Vivian, pack your things. You're fired." Her eyes went red, and the tears dropped right on cue. "Don't act rashly. I'm only doing this for you. Lucien's an AI incubus, and his arousal threshold needs stimulation or he'll glitch out from the pressure." "I just felt sorry for him, going unsatisfied for so long." That tore off the last fig leaf.

Justin said, taking his hand back and leaving me feeling rather desperate. “Why not?” I asked. He chuckled. “Well, I’ve been doing a little research, and I think we’re going to go about tonight a little differently.” “What kind of research?” I demanded. “Porn,” he admitted. “Porn?” I gasped. “Why have you been doing that?”