Chrisean Rock Nude Leaks Novels & Stories

For a second, I can’t do anything but stare. They’re all standing together, their jeans pulled open just enough to free their c*cks, like it’s nothing. Groaning under my breath, I swipe to the next image. It’s Mason, sitting in a leather chair, his dark hair falling slightly into his face. He’s naked, leaning back, one hand wrapped around himself. The tattoos on his hand trail up to his arm, and when I look closer, I spot the metal piercing through the top of his c*ck.

, he promised himself to consummate his desire that smouldering in his flesh. Question and answer commence in the press conference, Ryan replied all the query with calmness and gently, and not forget ….with the forge smile on his face that generate an urge to laugh out loud in Tara, but pulling her lips inside she control her snort. Doesn’t know …She looks more adorable and appealing… as this Ruthless Rockstar’s heart initiate to beat rhythmically. Everything in the press conference was moving smoothly and satisfactorily except at the end…!

That sly grin. "What?" I ask her. She giggles. "Nothing." Josh comes rushing to our table, holding his phone. He's laughing hysterically. "Have you seen this bitch darling? Her nudes were leaked." Wait, what nudes? Could it be Danna? "Who's nudes?" Troy asks. Josh giggles. "Danna Fox. She's so dumb." Oh lord! Her nudes were leaked? But, who did it? If Troy has no clue, then who did it?

The hand under her camisole suddenly moved higher. In her rush to corner him for the interview, Winter had changed fast, but she hadn’t had time to change what she was wearing underneath. Chris reached in and ripped the silicone nipple covers away from her skin. He crushed the adhesive pasties in his fist until his knuckles made a cracking sound. “Chris, you’re insane!” Winter cried out in a mix of shame and fury. She couldn’t believe he had actually stripped her of her intimate covers right there in the car.

“Mr Chris, why did you ask to see me? You gave me some money too, why is that? We barely even know each other” Mr Chris stroked his chin and looked at me boredly, “It is true we do not know each other. However, I've heard of you from a somewhat vile person” I raised an eyebrow, “Really?” “You don't happen to know Jarrod Smith, do you?” My eyes widened, “Well, that's my ex-husband, why?” Chris sighed, “Jarrod Smith asked me to tail you and erhm.. force you to have sex with me so I can get pictures and send them to Cameron Petals so he would dump you-”

“Your what?” “Our pictures, our nudes. I made Rita loosen up to be the girl she's not. She sent me her nudes and …” Adam cut in sharply. “Fvck! Fvck!” Adam screamed, hitting the dashboard in front of him. “Fvck Finn!” “Are you trying to say Charles saw the nudes, and he is blackmailing you with money or he leaks her nudes?” Finn nodded.. “Yeah… I…” “It's all your fault Finn, I was never in support of whatever you were doing” Adam voiced.

When he finally does, I feel like my tears are exploding. “Cheska,” his frantic voice fills my ear. “Jesus, Ches—” he cries, and I can sense that he’s going crazy over there. He must have seen my nude pictures too. “D-Drake,” I stutter. “C-can you come to get me? I-I don’t know where I am, but—” I finally break down in tears. “I can’t stay with this guy—”

The leather chair felt cool against my bare ass, a constant filthy reminder that I was sitting in the middle of the marketing floor with no panties and my boss’s cum leaking out of me. My phone buzzed. Lucian Kane: Send me a picture. Right now. Show me how messy you are for Daddy. My face burned. I glanced around Ryan was on a call two desks away, headphones on. No one was looking directly at me. Heart hammering, I angled my phone under the desk, spread my legs just enough, and snapped a quick photo of my swollen, cum-smeared pussy. The flash was off. The image was obscene shiny folds, thick white streaks, a thin string of his release still connecting me to the chair.

She was wearing a short shocking pink A-line skirt with a fitted black and pink short-sleeved top and her legs were encased in black stockings with a long seam down the back which, coupled with her black stiletto shoes, made a very sexy combination. Chris looked as though he’d come from working out in a gym. His casual long-sleeved cotton top and tracksuit bottom seemed incongruous next to Lewis's nakedness, but almost as soon as he was in the room he stripped them off to reveal his naked chest, covered in tight fair curls, and beneath his trousers he was wearing a pair of tight-fitting black briefs.

Chris turned to him and raised his eyebrows before nodding. They went somewhere private where no one could hear him. “Listen, I shouldn’t have looked through the other documents in your laptop but I found some CCTV footage,” he explained and Christopher’s eyes widened. “You saw?” Chris asked calmly and he nodded. Both of them sighed and Grian put his hand in his pocket. “Is that what really happened?” Grian wanted confirmation, and he’s getting it. “Yes.” Grian breathed heavily, not knowing how to react to his friend. He looked down at his shoes as he sighs again. “Fatima knows,” Chris said and Grian looked up with raised eyebrows.