Nineteen

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Two months later
Chris pov
Shit I was out of breath I fucked the living shit out of her..our chest heaved up and down as we were in bed

The kids were with rayray and Michael and her Vagina is healed so shit man we were fucking all night it's like 5am

Princess-Oh my gosh Chris that was amazing

She exclaimed I chuckled kissing her she kissed more

Chris-mm I know it was...you were screaming my name crazy

I whispered she giggled I kissed on her neck she snuggled agaisnt me

Couple hours later
I woke up to an empty bed I yawned sitting up

Chris-Baby

I called out

Princess-Living room

She yelled

I got up stretching I went in the mirror turning the light on I saw all the scratches on my chest and back Damn ma

All the hickeys on my neck I got on Snapchat started video cording

Chris-You know you teared her pussy up when she tears your chest and back up look at this mess

I chuckled showing them my back and my chest

Chris-I had the most wildest night ever with my baby

I winked finishing the video I posted it on snap and I walked out going downstairs I went to the living room she was on her phone

Princess-Oh my gosh Chris why you post that...look I fucked you up

She giggled

Chris-Thats ok atleast my pussy not sore

I kissed on her she pouted pushing me away I chuckled

My phone had a lot of notifications

Princess-Look at you already on the shade room

She showed me I chuckled

Chris-Damn I look sexy

I spoke

Princess-Especially when you jsut wake up

She giggled kissing me I kissed more grippin her ass I layed on the couch she layed on top of me testing her head on my Chest

I looked at the article

"Chris brown brags how he just got down have sex with his girlfriend, what do you have to say about his scratches"

"Chris brown teases how he f***k his girlfriend"

"Chris brown looking mighty fine with them scratches on his chest😩, what do you guys gotta say about this"

I chuckled they are so nosy

Princess-What made you name yourself Chris brown

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