It's 2006 and Beyonce just released her newest album "B'Day." She's on the covers of Vogue, adding more Grammy's to her collection and soon becoming the next best thing. In the middle of her popularity, she travels back home to Louisiana for her mot...
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AN IDEA POPPED INTO BEYONCÉ'S HEAD AND she smiled. She grabbed her camera from the table and strutted her way over to the bed. "We should film this and make a sex tape."
He chuckled while she sat on his lap. She didn't say anything and only turned on the camera, looking through the lens once it started rolling. She never watched porn or anything but here she was, excited to make a tape. They could watch this back together and that's what made it fun. Yes, she was a celebrity and she shouldn't be recording anything, but she trusted Micheal with her life and she knew this was safe between them.
"A sex tape? You're a nasty freak." He hummed before she narrowed her eyes. "Don't act like you don't love the idea. Us recording ourselves getting dirty and making babies."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." She bent down and pecked his lips.
"You're already on the way to being knocked up with the amount of times I've already nutted in you." He said and Beyonce blushed, trying to hide her smile. He wasn't lying. These two were extremely sexually active and weren't ones to use protection.
While settling the camera down, she purposely planted her breasts in his face and because his hands were handcuffed, he tugged on the restraints. He curled his toes, feeling himself throb even more. "Why are my hands tied?"
"Because it makes it so much more fun." She teased and he sank his teeth into his bottom lip, focusing his gaze between her tits. Micheal didn't find this fun, he only found this torturous. His beautiful blonde bombshell was sitting on his lap, waiting to be fucked and he couldn't even touch her.
"After that performance, you just put on... I need to touch you." He whined, furrowing his eyebrows together. "You're making me go insane."
"Just relax." She kept her eyes on him as she unbuckled his belt, bringing his rigid hard cock out and jerking it a couple of times. Micheal stiffened on the bed and her eyes sparkled. "I'm going to take care of you, baby. The way I'm gonna ride you, you'll feel it all over your body. Don't worry."
She moved her panties to the side, a smirk resting on her lips. Then, she sank down and they both moaned in pure delight. Micheal cursed at her tightness wrapping around him and it didn't matter how many times he fucked her, he would never get used to this feeling. There was gold in between her legs and it always made him weak.
"You like this?"
"Fuck yes." He whispered, clenching his jaw. "You're so fucking tight."
"This dick is so damn big," Beyonce muttered and released a sigh of pleasure. Slowly, she bounced up and down, adjusting to his size. She glanced at the camera while it filmed them. When he looked up at her, he was met with an alluring site. Her lips parted as she closed her eyes, one hand gripping her right breast. She ran her hands through her hair as she continued riding, electricity traveling through her veins.
