Grace Coffey Sex Tape Novels & Stories

I laid back on my elbows as he panned the camera down my body, stopping at my hard nipples to give one a pinch while I played with the other. My body was on fire. I was actually making an amateur sex tape! So I figured, if we were really doing this, and I was calling the shots, I was going to show out. He panned down my torso to my stiff cock. “Look at this little sexy cock.” He commented. “Play with it.” I stroked my leaky cock, slowly gliding over my shaft, thumbing the head, and then played with my balls. “Like this?” I asked.

I mounted his cock without warning. "Oh, Fuck!", he cursed. "Yeahhh....", I moaned. I twerked my dick up and down his clock slowly, teasing him. "Oh, Sophie", he gasped. I could feel his cock grow full mastinside my pussy, stretching my pussy wide. He hit my G-spot, eliciting a moan from me. I put my hands on his shoulders and offered my breasts to him. He sucked it like a hungry kid. "Yes, suck my hard nipples" , I moaned.

She gagged as she closed her hand around his cock and then began a quick pumping of it, hoping to make him come quickly and to get the awful act over and done with. “Slow and sexy,” the man panted in caution. “Otherwise no shower.” Tessa resisted the urge to tell him to keep it and slowed her pace. She gave little saps of supposed pleasure to encourage him to reach his climax sooner. The feel of his warm, pulsing cock in her hand made her feel sick and the fact that it was black worse still. She kept her eyes closed and swallowed hard, using a lighter touch to wank him, once again to speed his end. Too late she sensed him coming and recoiled in disgust as a jet of his warm, sticky sperm hit

She offers to introduce younger students to mentors, then gets them to send work. [I built a model for her. She promised to list me as a co-author. She deleted my name before submission.] Isabelle stood onstage, her lips pale. She stepped back and almost tripped over a cable. Henry Hale's brows tightened. I didn't stop. I clicked again. The screen switched to office security footage. The woman known as Grace Walker-Hale sat in my office, sliding a cream envelope across my desk. "Isabelle likes Northbridge Capital. You will arrange it."

WENDY'S POV I was a walking heart attack. My hands were shaking so violently that I nearly spilled Mr. Graham's almond milk latte three times on the way from the elevator to his door. My mind was a carousel of shame. He saw me with the dildo. He saw me holding the Thundercock 5000 like a gold medal. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the ghost of his breath on my ear, and I could still smell that intoxicating mix of expensive cologne and the scent of a man who got exactly what he wanted.

"Just a few minutes of your time." Silence blanketed the room, and I signaled to Marco. He understood, heading to the sound system to plug in a USB. Alice's voice filled the space. "I want her dead. Make it look like an accident, a fall–whatever it takes." The guests gasped, a wave of shock rippling through them. Alice went pale as a ghost. "That's fake..." she stammered. "It's all fake!" The screen came to life, showing Alice in a cafe, sliding a briefcase of cash across the table.

She gasped, cumming on his face and fingers, pouring like a loosened tap. He didn’t stop, he kept sucking, licking, fingering her pussy until her legs were shaking intensely. Then he stood up and Gracie went on her knees, right in front of him. She held his cock “I will take all of your cock inside my mouth”. She said and smiled, putting his cock into her mouth, down to her throat. Inch by inch, hitting the back of her throat until spit dripped of her chin and tears ran down her cheeks, he held her hair controlling her, while thunder crashed outside. In and out until she choked and he cummed inside her mouth.

Reid is standing in front of me, his cock out, hard, the head level with my swollen lips. He taps his cock against my bottom lip twice and grins down at me. “You’ve got two loads in that pretty little pussy and I wanna see what that mouth can do.” He leans closer, cocky, amused. “Open up, sweetheart. Say ahh.” I look up at him with mascara running down my face and two men’s cum spilling from my pussy and my hair a tangled mess in Cole’s fist, and I open my mouth wide.

The little aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through her beneath me are enough for my ego. When her legs loosen and slide off my hips, I roll onto my back, pulling Grace on top of me. “I think your coffee is cold.” “Small price to pay.” She pushes herself up so she can look into my face, then bursts into laughter at the Cheshire grin that’s plastered there. “Come on, let’s get a shower and some breakfast.” *Grace* Rob says nothing but smiles patiently as I gleefully retrieve his body wash from his bathroom before we shower in mine. Once we’re in there though, he’s all hands, and I have to beg him to stop because even the insatiable part of me can’t take any more.

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.