Kaitlyn Cannon Nudes Novels & Stories

The elastic band of his Calvin Klein underwear peeks above a pair of black sweatpants, tied loosely at the waist. Kai is so fucking hot. Those abs, gosh. I can't stop staring. I’ve seen him topless before, in person, but this picture is something else. It wakes up something inside me. Is it the black on black, the shirt riding up, the sweatpants hanging out? The glimpse of his underwear? Am I ovulating? Or am I just going insane? A message from him pops up. Kai: Are you there? I blink. Ava: Yeah. Just… wow.

A figure approaches. Tall, muscular, sharp-eyed. You can tell that here, she's the leader. Her arms are tattooed with black serpents, her eyes shine with a gleam of defiance. — So, you're the famous Cassandra. Her voice is low, gravelly. — Depends on who's asking. She smiles, revealing a gold tooth. — Here, they call me Rina. If you want to survive, you go through me. I tilt my head slightly. — Survive? I didn't come here to survive.

Kaitlyn pulled a bottle of water from the fridge, uncapped it, and leaned against the counter to take a long swallow. With the bottle half empty, she dribbled a little onto her palm and splashed it onto her heated cheeks. She wondered for a moment if she should pour the rest over her entire body, which seemed to be carrying the temperature of a well-stoked furnace. Holy mother!

I kicked the panties aside and sat back on the couch completely naked now my legs slightly spread. Kai grabbed the thick suction cup dildo from the drawer. It was one of my biggest ones, veiny and realistic with a fat head. He stuck it firmly to the coffee table right in front of the camera. “Get on it Luna. Ass up facing the lens first so they can see how wet that cunt already is.” I crawled over on shaky knees, my face burning. “Kai my voice is going to crack, they will hear it,” I said but I still lowered myself over the thick toy.

Kaiden’s eyes locked to my half naked frame. “My sweet, wicked slut.” His finger reached for the waistband of my panties, pushing it down to the floor. Lifting my legs, he parted my thighs wide open, giving himself a clear view of my pink drenched pussy. “Fuck, Calantha. What are you really? A fucking sex goddess?” He immediately went on his knees and lowered his head into my core, licking and twirling his tongue over my clit. I vibrated under him, trying my best to keep my moan quiet.

I propped the phone against a throw pillow, hit record, and let the camera watch as I dragged the shirt up inch by inch, revealing my bare tits, hard nipples, the curve of my waist, until the fabric cleared my head and I sat there completely naked. I clicked send. After thirty seconds of silence, that felt like hours. @sinnernextdoor: Spread your legs, pretty girl. Show me what’s already mine tonight. I obeyed, knees falling open, angling the phone between my thighs so he got the full, shameless view of my soaked pussy. Sent. His reply was a voice note, low and dark. @sinnernextdoor: (voice note) “Fuck, Kiera… look at that perfect little cunt glistening for a man you’ve never even met.

Katty says. “I have no idea that Lena is into this kind of game, I never know it…” I reply in a low voice as I point my gaze to Lena who played basketball. “W-what did you said? I didn’t hear you” Katty asks. “Oh, nothing… I didn’t say anything” I respond tensely. “Whoo, holly shit! Damn!” Katty keeps shouts excitedly during the game. I know what Lena does, she purposely shows her abs and muscles all over the prison so that all women got a crush on her.

Cum had dried in flaky patterns on my skin, and fresh loads still leaked slowly from my swollen holes onto the black silk sheets. Kane stood at the foot of the bed, watching me. He was naked, his powerful 6’6” frame illuminated by the firelight. Every muscle was carved like stone, covered in dark tattoos that seemed to shift with the flames. His cock hung heavy and thick between his legs, already half-hard again. His dark eyes burned with that primal intensity that made my stomach twist with both fear and desperate need.

The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Kiana had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet. Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff c*ck or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog – ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him.

He orders and leans behind to have a clearer view of her pussy. She spread her legs wide open at his command showing off her see-through red lingerie. Her hands travel down to her pussy, which she rubs against it and closes her eyes in pleasure. She pulls her panties to the side, exposing her pink region. Her finger circled her clit before finding its way into her pussy. While she touches and pleases herself, the other girls by the side busily massage each other's breasts. Their moans could be heard echoing in the room. Cannon thought this will make him feel better but it didn't, staring at the ladies was so boring and their irritating moans didn't help.