Kanasiu Nudes Novels & Stories

Several of my best ass shots were with one of the models sliding their hard cocks between my legs from behind, simulating fucking my asshole. Andrew and I were given sizeable bonuses when one of our couples shots was chosen as the banner on the homepage of a gay p**n website. The shot showed me on my hands and knees, looking at the camera with a shocked and wide-eyed expression on my face, as Andrew peaked at the camera from between my ass cheeks while pretending to rim my asshole.

She locked the door behind her and grinned when she saw me on my knees with my tongue up Kane’s ass. “So this is the campus cock everyone’s talking about,” Reyes said, already unzipping her jeans. “Let’s see if he’s worth the hype.” They made me strip completely. Then both women got naked. Kane pushed me onto my back on the couch in her office. “Eat her ass while I ride you,” she ordered. Reyes straddled my face, lowering her thick ass right on my mouth. I licked and sucked her sweaty asshole while Ms. Kane climbed on my cock reverse cowgirl, sinking down hard. She started bouncing, choking me with one hand while Reyes ground her ass on my tongue.

The salty taste of him filled me, and I hummed in approval, the vibration making him buck his hips. Behind me, Kane shed his clothes, his body a mirror of Kade's—broad shoulders, rippling muscles, and a cock just as impressive. He knelt on the bed, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. "Such a pretty pussy," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. Then his tongue was there, lapping at me from behind, long, flat strokes that had me moaning around Kade's cock.

In the tight space, we somehow managed to get rid of our clothes and we’re both butt naked. My body arched back, with him positioned between my legs, he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked. A hand supporting my weight, another slipped into his mash of fine black curls, “oh, Kane, Mmm…” “Oh yeah…” He mumbled between breasts, “Oh my goodness…” My cries echoed in the small tent when his finger brushed my wet pussy, “Kane, p-please…oh, Mmm…” I was expecting him to slip a finger inside my pussy, but he didn’t.

For a second, I can’t do anything but stare. They’re all standing together, their jeans pulled open just enough to free their c*cks, like it’s nothing. Groaning under my breath, I swipe to the next image. It’s Mason, sitting in a leather chair, his dark hair falling slightly into his face. He’s naked, leaning back, one hand wrapped around himself. The tattoos on his hand trail up to his arm, and when I look closer, I spot the metal piercing through the top of his c*ck.

I don't know, feel confused. When I step into the tub, I step right in, pulling my hair up and watching Kaanadan return with two towels. He was already shirtless, and by the red light, he looks so much sexier that my core throbs in reaction. Then I see him pull down his pants, the bulge much more present now, and when his underwear comes down... I guess I shouldn't see that. But he saw me! Kaanadan is carved in full detail. Really a Greek God.

His eyes take in every curve of my body as he licks his lips and smirks. Suddenly, Kane drops his jeans and boxers and tosses them aside. I turn away and squeeze my eyes shut. If that's even possible, my cheeks burn even more than my body. "It's not like you haven't seen me naked before. Quit it, kitten; you get to look. I won't bite... Hard," Kane chuckles. I know he's teasing me, but that's exactly what I do. Kane's tan skin and muscular body seem to have no end. His stomach is flat, clearly defined, and I believe he has muscles on muscles.

“I demand—” “You demand nothing,” Kane interjected, finally shifting back into human form and stood next to me completely nude but somehow looked even more intimidating without clothes. “You have no power here anymore. You’re only alive right now because my mate is more merciful than you’ve ever been to anyone else. You should be thankful instead of outraged.”

Professor Kane stared at us like he didn't know what to do. Joan and I stood there completely naked in the middle of his office, clothes in a heap by the door. Our skin was still flushed pink and shiny with sweat from what we’d done together. My inner thighs were slick from my own juices and the cum he’d pumped into me earlier. Joan’s pussy lips were puffy and glistening. Her nipples were rock hard, and she was breathing fast, looking half scared and half horny.

Kane didn’t wait. He flipped me fast but careful onto my hands and knees, ass up, face down, still dripping with Asher’s load. My knees sank into the seat cushion, palms braced, back arched instinctively, presenting myself like an offering even as my mind screamed to fight, to curse, to run. “Fuck… look at you,” Kane growled, voice wrecked and thick with hunger. He knelt behind me, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, thumbs spreading my ass cheeks wide so he could see everything, my swollen, glistening pussy, cum leaking out in thick white rivulets, clit throbbing visibly, dark and engorged.