Hana Katana Nude Novels & Stories

Kat breathed, her breath was shaking as she breathed back in. Batton sighed. “You can put those panties on first…surely.” Kat nodded and sat on the bed, taking up the panties in her shackled hands and slipped them over her feet, pulling them up past her knees before standing up again and hiking them up by going from one side to the other up under the towel until she could drop the towel entirely and straighten them out. She stood in front of Batton in nothing but those emerald green lace panties and looked up at him with a soulful expression that took his breath away.

When I'd had my fill of pussy juice I'd teased her opening with my cock head until my boy said fuck it and went in full boar. Now here she is again rubbing her pierced tits into my chest like I hadn't just fed her greedy pussy already. That's another thing, Kat's a closet nudist. I don't think she's worn a stitch of clothing since we've been here except for when the caretakers were here that one day and then it was only what she had mislabeled a bikini. Fuck, if women were wearing shit like that on public beaches brothers were in for a world of hurt. So here we are sitting out on the beach after her swim and I'm back to stressing about this baby fuckery and she doesn't have a care in the wor

Katya "Welcome, chairwoman." Nude pumps, revealing creamy feet and toe nails polished with matte red, Navy blue skirt, slit to the knee to expose smooth thighs and lay emphasis on long legs, Paired a red suede jacket which had a belt that exposed tapered waist and flare of hips, Nude make-up, with flaming red lipstick, and ginger red hair swept upwards in a chignon, I appeared like the image I wanted to project today, Zero tolerance for bullcrap.

Right now I wished we had missed everything. I sat in the middle chair, fingers hovering over the keyboard like they had a mind of their own. My eyes were glued to the screen, but my stomach was somewhere on the floor. There she was—Nina—completely naked except for those stupid diamond waist beads and the heels that made her legs look endless. She was kneeling in front of the open drawer, holding that thick black dildo like it was a live grenade. Her face… God, her face. Wide eyes, jaw slack, trying so hard to stay calm while her cheeks burned red.

As Mrs. Dent broke into a run, I followed closely, our eyes glued to the suffocated sight. The rest of my class were all sunbathing on the sandy beach, laughing and chattering as they lay buck naked! Worst of all, some of them were all naked swimming in shallow waters, their private parts showing whenever the waves undulated! Even though there was no one else other than them, Mrs. Dent dashed toward them, her eyes red under her face veil as she shrieked, "Are you all suicidal?! Put on your clothes right now!"

Leaves and moss-like fabric formed their clothes, wrapping around their bodies in natural patterns. Katana’s hair tumbled down in long, dark curls that shimmered with green and gold reflections from the firelight. The tribal symbols on her arms and face were deep brown now, almost like carved markings instead of glowing lines. Her eyes—still bright emerald—watched me with curiosity. I took a shaky breath, unsure if I should move. Corin stepped beside me, his hand brushing against mine in quiet reassurance. Katana’s gaze lingered on me for a long moment before she smiled faintly.

My fingers twitch, wishing to run along the tattoo, and in my fucked-up mind, I imagine tugging his shirt down a bit to get a good view of the mark. A skinny model kneels before him in nothing but a pair of lingerie, the strap of her thong is shamelessly lost in her butt crack, and her body hunches over as she blows the faceless man. Another has him completely naked this time, as he bangs a thick ebony slut in a ‘69’ position. “Oh…” I stagger before I can hold myself together.

"That if there is never another day, this day will be enough." His touches made Kita's appetite for him ferocious as she reached over and unzip-pin his pants, removing them along with his underwear and freeing his good endow masterpiece. Kenneth lay there in the nude, reveling in the touch of her soft hands. Kita stroked and caressed up his calves to his inner thighs. Kenneth flicked his sexy eyes open, meeting Kita's eyes, burning right through them. Kita wanted to melt seeing his fiery gaze. Kenneth slowly closed his eyes when she slid her hand across his soft, dark hair, which felt like a mink and surrounded his hardened masterpiece.

When she bends over to remove her thong, her luscious tits hang towards the floor and I pump harder into Janet's mouth, as I savor the sight. Danae, now completely naked, is walking towards the couch. Her entire body is tanned, including her porcelain smooth pussy mound. Fuck! I could shoot my load just looking at her. She looks like a goddess with her golden skin tone, Eurasian facial features, hairless pussy, and perfectly round tits. Danae stops about a foot from me, taking in the action on the couch. Daryl is frantically fucking Janet, while she is bucking her ass fervently against him and vigorously sucking my cock at the same time.

Those thick, blowjob lips. Her enormous breasts sat high on her ribcage no matter how she positioned herself. Her areola were tight and almost rippling. Her nipples pointed straight to the sky. Kate's tits were so great, they almost overshadowed her beautiful, bare twat. Her perfect pussy lips were practically pouting. Her clitty tentatively peaked out from behind the curtains to see if the audience was ready for her performance. Kat's legs were long and tan and oh so fucking tight. He had robin egg blue painted toenails and an ankle bracelet (anklet?) that was really super sexy right now for some reason.