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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𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑.
Chris skipped downstairs draped in sweatpants and a muscle shirt as he stared down at his phone. He shimmed past Cassie, purposely brushing his morning wood against her ass. He winked at her when their eyes met.
"You're bent over the table. What did you expect?" Chris questioned with a smirk on his face. Cassie rolled her eyes before throwing the middle finger in his direction.
"Alright, I'm out." Cassie's mom announced, coming downstairs in her work attire. She grabbed her purse from the kitchen island before placing a kiss on Chris's lips and hugging Cassie.
Chris and Cassie both said their goodbyes as she walked out of the front door. Chris started his trail out of the kitchen, but was pulled back by Cassie yanking on his arm.
