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Stories & Art => Celebrity Stories => Singers => Topic started by: Blocboy VC on January 29, 2026, 02:53:36 AM
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In a hotel room somewhere most people probably couldn't aford, a man and a woman were about to continue an arrangement they'd done many times before. They were friends with benifits, and were about to indulge in said benefits. The man's name wasn't important, but the woman's sure was.
Because it was Camila Goddamn Cabello.
The man leaned against the minibar, watching Camila fiddle with her Bluetooth speaker, her hips swaying just enough to make the hem of that stupidly tight tank top she was wearing ride up. She knew what she was doing as always.
"Okay, so—no, wait," she said in somewhat of an annoyed tone, tapping her phone screen with one hand while the other tugged absently at the waistband of her jeans. The black lace of her bra peeked through her top. The man was shamelessly staring, even if he patheticly tried to act like he wasn't.
"Are you picking a song, or are we summoning a demon?" he asked, looking at her phone.
Camila shot him a look of half exasperation, half amusement. She then tossed her phone onto the nightstand next to the bed. "Shush. I’m trying to set the vibe." She stretched her arms over her head, arching her back in a way that pulled the fabric of her top even tighter across her chest.
The silence seemed to just keep going, but luckily, it wasn't going to last for much longer. The man knew moving would probably result in a punch to his face or something else equally painful, so kept still.
And then, after she thought she tortured him enough, Camila hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and shimmied them down her long, caramel legs. No panties. Just smooth skin that he would never tire of looking at.
"Really, Cami?"
She smiled with a chuckle, stepping out of her jeans slowly. "Yeah. I wanted you to have easy access backstage."
Camila stepped closer, her fingers trailing up his chest, nails grazing just hard enough to make him tense. "You’re staring," she said in an equally amused and seductive tone. "Like you’ve never seen me before."
"It's just, you've never been that bold before." he said.
After Camila quickly demanded he get undressed, she continued to strip.
The tank top went next. She took it off with a slow and very deliberate roll of her shoulders. Her bra followed, the black lace hitting the carpet. He wanted to pick it up and maybe keep it to think of her later, but the look she gave him let him know that she knew what he was thinking and wouldn't be having any of that.
Her breasts were full, nipples already hardened, and when she arched her back, he quickly copped a feel.
Camila dropped to her knees, already knowing where he wanted to see her. "I’ve been thinking about this," she admitted, breath hot against his stomach. "All day."
Her mouth closed around the head of his cock with a hum. She took her time with licks and teasing sucks, before moving deeper, one hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. Her other hand braced against his thigh, nails digging in as she swallowed him down.
"Fuck," he said, tangling his fingers in her hair as she kept working. She moaned around him, loving how easy it was to make him submit to her.
Camila pulled back with a wet pop, her lips glossy. "Yeah?" She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before continuing. "Wait til you see what else I’ve got planned."
She got up and crawled onto the bed, her ass swaying with every movement. The dim light caught the curve of her hips and the soft swell of her thighs. When she glanced over her shoulder, her look was pure lust incarnate.
"You gonna come over here, or do I have to grab you myself?"
The mattress dipped under both her and his weight as he gripped her hips, thumbs pressing into the dimples above her ass. Camila exhaled sharply when he moved her around to get easier access, her skin hot and damp where his cock slid between her thighs. "Fuck," she gasped, arching her back.
"You planned this?". He knew it was probably a yes. She did have a nack for great plans involving sex, after all.
She laughed breathlessly, pushing her ass higher. "Maybe."
His first thrust was slow, agonizingly so, but he wanted to feel her clench around him. It had been too long since they really got to do more than a quickie. Camila switched to Spanish, knowing that he always loved it when he got her to speak it while they fucked. "Dios—"
He didn’t let her adjust to his sudden speed up. Pulling back, he slammed into her again, the slaps of skin echoing off the hotel room's walls. Her moan cracked mid-breath, her body jerking forward before he pulled her by the hair.
"Like that?" He landed a sharp smack on her ass, watching the red leave a mark on her skin.
Camila’s even louder moans were all the answers he needed.
She matched his rhythm perfectly with rolls of her hips, taking him deeper, her moans pitching higher with every thrust.
"Say it," she managed to talk through moans.
He knew exactly what she wanted.
"You're amazing and perfect, Mistress Cami."
Her thighs trembled as he wrapped an arm around her waist, moving her up so she was against his chest. She gasped when he reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed circles as he fucked her harder.
"You close?" he asked. Having a pretty good idea of the answer. She didn't even have to give that answer though, because at that moment, she finally climaxed.
Camila's orgasm hit her so violently that he was worried that she might fall off the bed if she kept shaking. His own orgasm followed seconds later, he being the one to almost fall instead.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Then Camila's phone rang.
"So same time whenever I've got time?" she asked playfully. Knowing that like always, he'd be back around whenever she needed him.
"Yep. But next time, let's not fuck to your music, OK?" he said with a laugh.
The End