Hana Katana Nude Novels & Stories

Dante I come into the bedroom and find Kenna laying on the bed with her beautiful, strong legs wide open. Her fingers are moving slowly and deliberately in and out of her cunt. She looks like a Goddess with her dark hair fanning the white pillows. Her lips are parted, she licks her lower lip and my dick instantly springs to attention. It isn’t difficult not to see the bulge in my pajamas. “Good Girl, I see you started like I told you to.” I move towards her and love that she is unabashed, confident and of course totally naked. Her round tits showcase her erect nipples.

I laugh before hanging up. That bastard will pay! Pay with his little hussy's life! (Katerina's POV) Sweet and silky sounds are heard as I wander down the hall. My ears notice the noises becoming more audible when I arrive closer and closer to the door, where the sounds are sneaking from. The door is cracked open and my eyes can't resist to peek in the room. My vision catches the most satisfying sight. Completely nude, he lies on the bed and his head sinks deeper into the pillows, while his eyes are concealed by his eyelids. His hand is wrapped around his manhood, pleasing himself by motioning up and down fluidly. He cusses and my name escapes past his lips. His toes curl from the pleasure.

You're perfect. Kataleya just reduced her movements, starting to move more slowly, letting go of her hair and her hands went down to her breasts, feeling them. “Take off your skirt Kataleya, I want you naked for me... Kataleya smiled mischievously and turned on the same axis, facing away from him. Gently, she unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to the floor and before she turned around, she felt her husband's hands on her waist and kisses on the back of her neck. Her breasts were groped, while Igor rubbed his penis more against her ass.

Looking delicious and my cock jumps to life. She is wearing all black skin tight leather. Her long blonde hair is in a high ponytail. Black leather high-heeled thigh-high boots. Leather gloves and her in her hand is a gun. “Rebel, you’re too late. He is my hit.” Katrina says Rebel doesn’t take her eyes from this woman. “Oh, my bad.” She eases up and my eyes widen. She wouldn’t? Of course she would. This is her revenge for what I did.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

Kath didn't pay attention to what her aunt said. Aunt grabbed Kath's arm and slapped her hard on the cheek. Kath's face immediately turned to the side. Kath just smiled crookedly. “During heat you sell your body to other werewolf huh?!” Aunty shouted at Kath. “I'm not that humble,” Kath replied irritably. It would be impossible for her to sleep with another man other than her mate. “Keona told me that you were holding an old man.” The aunt accused Kath of holding an old man.

“Are you ready?” Katrina asked, standing in a room filled with smoke as some pop music plays in the background. She cast the black fur coat she adorned aside, revealing a very short black top and mini skirt. Then she slowly began to take them off as well, even her bra and panties. “Well, fuck me!” Santiago exclaimed at the sight of her birthday suit. Fully naked, Katrina was truly a sight to behold. Her figure was immaculately sexy, if that made any sense.

His navy t-shirt clung to a rock-hard chest and powerful arms, tattoos peeking from the sleeves. “Clothes are ruined with smoke,” he said, stepping closer. “Off. Now.” Ava’s hands trembled as she let the robe fall. She stood there naked, full breasts heaving, soft belly and wide hips on display, her pussy already slick. Kane’s eyes darkened. “Fuck, look at you. Perfect little thing.” He pulled off his shirt, revealing a chiseled torso covered in dark ink. His pants followed, and Ava’s mouth watered at the thick bulge straining his boxers before he shoved those down too.

His heart was racing as the steps were coming closer and closer then finally he saw someone he never thought could do this. "Surprise! Surprise! How was your nap doll face?" Satanika asked as she folded her hands. Satanika wore a back tank top with a black sweater on top, black miniskirt with black net stockings and black sneakers. She packed her hair pony with a part of her hair sticking out in the front and added black and purple streak ribbons to her hair. "You! You're the killer?" He asked as his eyes widened. Satanika took the chair that is facing him and laid on it.

They laughed while splashing water on each other. Vikas didn't participate much and after washing himself, he simply sat on the rock. His eyes were on Tanisi. Tanisi was wearing a deep purple Antariya(Top cloth which was used for covering when the weather was cold and folded and hung from left shoulder during hotter days), Kanchuka(bodice) and Uttareeya(5 meter cloth which resembled current Indian attire of Saree tied like a modern day dhoti allowing free movement of the legs). That was the attire of the women of Nishantha. She had minimal jewellery compared to other women. But she had applied the kohl around her eyes like the others and for once instead of plaiting, she had let her long, lu