Chrisesn Rock Sex Tape Novels & Stories

“What are you doing in here?!” Chris stepped back, realization dawning. “You were screaming…and I got worried…I didn’t…” “You couldn’t knock?!” “I didn’t think…” “What are you doing still standing there?! Get out!” Chris spun around and flew out the door, closing it quickly behind him. My face was probably brighter than the sun. Chris had just been witness to me touching myself to a very naughty fantasy…about him. Fuck. ***** Chris’s POV ‘She called your name.’ Rock was excited.

I cried as hard as I could to suppress the libido from my rising body. "It's okay. Just do it, let's enjoy it." I looked down annoyed, clenched my hands beside my body, my tears just flowed without pause. I am very tired from withstanding the high stimulation that continues to demand me. "Relax, dear. Don't hold back, it will be very painful for you." I couldn't resist the demands of the stimulation. I kissed his lips brutally.

Roth smiled at Tristan when saying best friend, but Tristan maintained a cold glare, immediately averting Roth’s gaze by hanging his face down to bend on the controls because he could not fight back the obvious delight he felt showing up on his face. “As per usual, we will start the show by taking calls and answering to some of your bed-problems. So, who’s our first caller for today, Tristan?” “Marissa, doctor,” Tristan replied shortly and connected the audio of the woman to the show. “Hello, Marissa, how are you doing?” Roth’s voice boomed over the show, taking the cue. “Hello, doctor, I am doing good, just not sexually. I did not know whom else to turn to for sexual gratification. I hope y

It’s about what I’m taking. I rock forward, dragging my clit over the rigid length of him, and his breath stutters. The friction sends sparks skittering up my spine, my nipples tightening against the lace of my bra. God, I’m still so sensitive, every nerve ending lit up like a live wire. But I don’t stop. I do it again, slower this time, letting my weight settle into the grind, my ass cheeks flexing with the motion. “Fuck,” Chris groans, his head tipping back against the couch. The tendons in his neck stand out, sharp and strained, as he swallows hard. “You’re playing with fire, baby.”

Rita said sheepishly when she turned to face him. Getting the memo, Chris locked the door, unbuckled his belt, and released his already hard shaft. This spontaneous sex life was a huge turn-on for him. Walking over to Rita, he first grabbed her neck and kissed her passionately, letting go after throbbing against her. He then snaked his hand around her and started fondling her tender sensitive breasts. “Oh, Chris, I want you now, I can’t…” Rita sighed erotically, throwing her head back onto his shoulder as her core unbearably ached!! The inside walls kept squeezing repeatedly asking for something to be shoved in.

Yvonne commented, shoving his full length into her mouth, sucking and licking it like a pro. Chris moaned and grunt at the same time. In no time Chris reached his climax , pouring all of his seed on her face. She licked every Dr of it like a lollipop. They went back to kissing and savoring each other's lips, this time Chris slid two fingers into her pussy "Ahhh…. Chris," she Screamed. "I want you to scream my name. I want to hear you call my name sweetly," he whispered into her ears. "Chris….Ouch…ahh," Yvonne's moans increased as Chris tripled his fingers in her.

The thing that I could finally have that one thing that I have always wanted excited the hell out of me. I had imagined sex with him times without number and I wondered why he wouldn’t touch me. When I grind my molds against him again , I heard him let out a low groan but this time but this time I felt every inch my body reacting to his skin against mine. His breath got thick with every moment that passed by . Our eyes ran into each other . “Ch ... .ri…s” I moaned out silently as I grind my waist against his touch again. “Fuck diasy, fuck” Chris groaned as he drops his legs as he tighten the towel around before placing both his hands on the wall while he covered me fully and this time only o

There is no way a woman like her can pull those off without strong connections. Who exactly was she working with? She definitely hadn’t done this alone. “Miss Harnes, it seems a sex tape of your immoral activities has been circulating around the internet today. Can you tell us who the man in the video is?” a reporter asked, shoving her microphone towards my face, and I stumbled back in shock. “Records and comparisons have been made and it is apparent the man in the video is not your husband—Xavier Kingsley. So what does that have to say about your relationship?” another asked as they crowded me.

Claire and I screamed in unison, our bodies arriving at the same time as we squirted everywhere. The climax left us both shaking and incoherent. “Get on your knees.” Chris commanded Claire and she almost fell on her face as her knees were wobbling. When she finally got on her knees, Chris started stroking himself with his dick infront of her. Jonathan didn’t bother telling me to get on my knees, he just started stroking directly over my pussy. “You want me to come on your face, don’t you, you little slut?” Chris rasped, his voice cracking

He grabbed himself pumping fast, moments from exploding himself, begging me to fuck him harder. I felt waves rush through my body and I thrusted harder with a deep groan until my toes curled and threw my head back, squeezing Chris' ass tighter in my fingers. "Fuck!" I grunted hard as I pulsated all my seed into him. Chris lost all control watching me come undone. His eyes squeezed shut then popped back open wanting to watch me find satisfaction in my mate. "Fuck yes, come for me, Alpha." Chris screamed out just as his stomach twitched and his hand slowly milked his own release that just poured out from feeling my seed swim inside him.