Grace Coffey Sex Tape Novels & Stories

“Ebony? Daddy kinks? Or BDSM?” Grace grinned a little. “Daddy kinks.” I picked a good video and started playing it on the big TV. The sounds of moaning filled the room. On the screen, a young girl was calling a man “Daddy” while he fucked her. I slipped my hand between Grace’s legs. She was already wet. I rubbed her pussy gently first, then pushed two fingers inside her. She moaned loudly and pressed her face into my chest. “That’s it,” I whispered. “Feel Daddy’s fingers.”

Grace came violently. Her scream echoed through the bedroom as her orgasm exploded. Her pussy gushed, soaking the sheets while her ass clenched rhythmically around the thick toy. Wave after wave of intense pleasure tore through her body. She shook uncontrollably, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a long, broken moan. Even as she came, Sabine didn’t stop. The tongue kept licking her through the orgasm, drawing it out until Grace was a sobbing, twitching mess. When it finally slowed, Grace collapsed onto the bed, the dildo still buried in her ass. The phone had recorded everything.

The moan sounded so funny in Grace's ear that she flinched. Something was trying to enter roughly on the bottom of her hips, her ten fingers gripping the back of the man above without a single shirt. Their skin touched each other and it felt very hot. A hot, wild young Grace that awakens Mr.Charmond's youth as twenty years old. "You're the first woman I've had sex with, Grace. And I enjoy my needs as a man." He smiled triumphantly after firing several times inside. Grace cried, enduring the pain, anger that filled the whole body. But she was tired and her energy had been drained by a relationship that had just left bloodstains on the sheets.

“Ahhhh … This is just as amazing as Jerry!” Jerry was also at the side looking at her mother enjoying her cousin Brother dick so much. Marika and Manuels watched the Tad ravage Grace's body so much. She began to shake as an idea began forming in her lust-sopped brain. “Cream, Mommy! Cream!” Grace clutched the Tad with her arms. She twisted her hips, her legs fused to his rump as he drilled her pussy. Gurgling screams of pleasure came from her panting mouth as her head hung back and her face twisted in agonizing bliss.

"But I think we both know you're here for something much lower than my heart." I reached over and grabbed the double-headed purple dildo from the nightstand. I held it up so she could see every ridge and vein. The chat on my monitors was scrolling so fast it was a blur of fire emojis and demands for more. "The boys want to see how a real housewife handles a heavy workload, Grace," I whispered, hovering the textured tip over her entrance. "Don't disappoint them." I positioned the camera so it had a perfect view of her spread legs. Grace didn't even try to hide her face anymore. She reached out and grabbed my hair, pulling me down for a hard kiss.

The crisp sound echoes throughout the entire hall like a gunshot. Damien's head snaps to the side. A red handprint blooms on his cheek. He turns his head back slowly, his expression cold and stern, but I can see the shock in his eyes. Everyone holds their breath. No one has ever struck an Alpha in public like this. "Taking secret photos of me?" I ask each word clearly, letting it sink in. Another slap lands on his other cheek, harder this time. "Recording sex videos of me?" I lean closer, my voice dropping to a deadly whisper that somehow carries to every corner of the room.

Grace looked so beautifully wrecked with tears dripping from half-lidded eyes and with drool on her face. The blonde catches her breath, inhaling deeply to refill her lungs. She felt her mind clear and the pain subsides for a moment, and registers a strong build hovering above her. " agh!" Grace chokes out a moan as the pain slams back into her, and she become needy again. Damn, Aaron thought. Doctor was not kidding when he said this might go on for hours. Aaron slide a finger in Grace's pussy along with kissing her neck and started going in and out . Grace sobbed, the pleasure being too much for her, it was so good and painful at the same time, she wanted to cry.

Grace was pissed off to hear that and punched him again before saying assertively, "There really is nothing but sex on your mind. Lie down!" Cameron forced himself to climb onto the bed. When he was done, he looked at Grace pitifully. Grace simply smiled and took her phone out before taking multiple photos of Cameron in his underwear. "No! Don't! I have a reputation to uphold!" Cameron tried to cover his face, but it was no use. Grace walked over and removed the hidden camera from the flower vase, disdain etched on her face. "I want to savor the video of trash like you getting beaten up."

I was defeated. She cleared my desk, dropping every book and bible to the floor, I fought the urge to pick them up as I sat her up on it. She smiled, putting her arms up. I pulled the dress over her head, leaving her exposed. Her nipples hardened from the cool air, and I moved closer, brushing my fingers over them. As a teen, I had my fair share of women, but none of them struck me this way, not even the woman I spent years married to. I dropped my pyjama pants and fisted my cock, it was so hard it was pulsing, leaking with pre cum. “Put it in,” Grace ordered, her voice laced with every ounce of sin I wanted to taste.

6:30 am. It was too early to wake up in the morning when I didn’t want to work out. Last night I had one of my best sleeps in my life, and something that I had dreamed of came true. Ananya was the perfect aphrodisiac and I couldn’t be luckier. Her sweet cum dripped down her wet pussy like a never ending waterfall and the perfect ‘o’ that she formed with her lips while coming down from her high was a picture that I wanted to hang on my wall.