Moist Milf Charlee Chase Fucks Russel Brand’s Cock Or Who?

Title: “Moist MILF Charlee Chase Fucks Russel Brand’s Cock: But Who’s The Cheating Wife?”
The air was thick with anticipation as the camera panned over the lavish California mansion. Golden sunlight streamed through the French doors, casting a warm glow across the marble foyer. In the living room, a tall, slender figure emerged from the shadows. It was Charlee Chase, the bountiful beauty known for her luscious curves and insatiable appetite for cock. Her ample breasts strained against a sheer silk robe, nipples visibly erect beneath the thin fabric. Black pantyhose hugged her thick thighs, accentuating every delectable inch.

Charlee sauntered to the center of the room, swaying her hips seductively. She smiled coyly as a familiar silhouette appeared in the doorway. Russel Brand, the British comedian, entered with a mischievous glint in his eye. Charlee licked her full lips in anticipation, eyeing his bulge that visibly grew with each step.

“Thought you’d be up for a whirlwind weekend,” Russel quipped, scripted for the video’s storyline. Charlee giggled, reaching out to trace his jawline with her manicured nails.

“Oh Russ, you read my mind,” she purred, pulling him in close. “I’m wetter than the Pacific right now.”

Russel grinned, pushing open her robe. “I have to see for myself,” he said, gripping her ass and pulling her taut body flush against his. Charlee gasped as his fingers found her slick folds, stroking her glistening pink through the thin pantyhose.

“You’re perfect,” he groaned. Charlee giggled, wrapping her hand around his cock. She could feel him pulsing with need.

“I’m yours,” she breathed, pushing him down onto a plush chair. “The question is…are you ready for me?”

Before Russel could respond, Charlee straddled his lap, releasing his thick cock from his pants. She stroked it, marveling at the size, teasing the tip against her wet slit. Then, with a moan, she sank down, scorching him with her heat as her walls stretched around him.

“Fuck,” Russel growled, kneading her tits as she bounced on his cock. “Ride me, baby.”

Charlee obliged, her tits jiggling and robe fluttering as she rode him hard and fast. The sheer fabric offered only a tantalizing glimpse of her body as she worked her hips, determined to milk every drop.

“God, I love your cock,” she panted, slamming down over and over. Russel bit his lip, fighting the urge to come too soon. She was like a personal escort riding him into oblivion.

But as quick as it started, the scene cut. Another actress sauntered in behind the camera, an almost identical lookalike to Charlee sashaying with the same signature stride. The camera panned to Russel, his face twisted in a surprised grimace before morphing into shameless pleasure.

“Charlee,” he stated, eyeing the new woman as she knelt. “I thought we had something special…”

The new woman chuckled, pulling out an impressively girthy strap-on. “I’m Charlee’s younger sister, Candee. I heard my big sis was getting some famous cock, and I had to get a taste.”

Russel gulped, tongue peeking from his mouth as he eyed the swinging cock. “Well, I came prepared for any twists of fate,” he quipped, a cheesy pickup line that only made Candee laugh harder.

Charlee’s face popped back into the shot, smirking as she stroked her clit. “My sis and I have shared everything since we were girls,” she winked. “And Russ, my feeling is that once you go Chase, you never go back…”

With calculated steps, Candee moved in, gripping Russel’s hair as she rubbed her cock up his sensitive folds, a mix of wetness and lube creating hot friction. Russel gulped, his eyes frozen on the first cock eyeing him up like a juicy steak. “Nngh…” he whimpered, gritting his teeth as Candee pressed inside slowly, watching as Russel’s body tensed at the violating new feeling.

“I love that face,” Candee gasped, sliding in and out slowly as she took in the sight of the famed comedian pinned under her, his ass no longer leaving the chair. “So cute. You’re going to be obedient and take every inch of me…right, Russ?”

Russel was too stupefied to respond. His mouth worked uselessly, eyes rolling back as Candee slowly worked herself into a good rhythm. Skin slapped against skin as she picked up her pace, angling it to hit his sweet spot.

“Nngh, f-fuck!” Russel groaned, though whether from pleasure or disorientation was hard to tell. “This is so wrong…oh fuck, c-candee…”

“Suck. You’re going to cum for this,” Candee growled, gripping the arms of the chair tighter. Her cock plunging into him harder. “Milk me dry, Russ…”

Russel only whimpered incoherently, his eyes black with a look of such deep pleasure from Candee’s pure dominance. Charlee could only kick back and collect her winnings, watching as her sister battered Russel’s ass like it was the final round of a championship.

“Pew, pew!” Candee gasped, her final push slamming Russian to a stand still. With one last pump, Candee fell back with shivies of pleasure, nursing a well-deserved victorious “Milk Russ’ fucked spun simper smile.

Better hit the showers…and we’re out.

This short but oh so sweet adventure from the Chase sisters ends our thrilling Les Famous Celebrity double Fuck Me Fuck show & we hope you didn’t stay for the credits.

What an exhilarating and scandalous weekend that was! Who would have ever thought the Russel Brand’s family jewels could be in jeopardy when Russel Brand himself had his own site to share his sexual escapades?! Too bad Kylie Jenner couldn’t join the fun, but I’m sure she, er, ahem, Stormi would LOVE a show like this too. Poor Stari. Poor Kylie.

See you at the premiere of our next celebrity Fucked film! Touche!