Chris Brown 'short stories' my over imaginative mind thinks of. (Mature Content) For a quality experience, read in scroll mode with a black background.
est. 07/09/17
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𝗯 𝗿 𝗲 𝗲 𝘇 𝘆 𝘁 𝗮 𝗹 𝗲 𝘀
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𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒕.
As the music played throughout the clubs' speakers, Brielle's hands were on her knees as she grind her ass into Chris's pelvic area. He held his double-stacked cup of alcohol in his left hand as his right hand gripped her hip.
Brielle and Chris were both pretty damn tipsy and was one drink from becoming wasted. Three hours of dancing and drinking clearly wasn't enough for Brielle nor Chris as they continued tonight's saga.
Brielle stood tall and let her head fall back onto Chris's shoulder, while she continued grinding against him. She could feel his erection through his jeans and twirled her waist even slower. Chris right arm snaked around Brielle's hips, underneath her dress and his fingers fondled with her moist folds through her panties. She was dripping wet against Chris's hand as she rotated her hips on his fingers. It was dark in the club, so no one could see them although everyone was in their own world. Everyone had already grasped the fact that Chris Brown was partying amongst them, so his presence was old news.
