Kanasiu Nudes Novels & Stories

“Lie. I know you’re lying. Because you lied, so you already know the punishment, and I can’t stop halfway, Kanya.” Kanya covered her face again and looked embarrassed, and she could not argue anymore. Kanya’s body wriggled because of my hand playing on her sensitive area. It seems that she is enjoying it. To make it look even more beautiful, without asking her permission, I took off the panties and now only exposed Kanya’s sensitive area, which was filled with fine hairs. “Eros!” Kanya screamed, and her body trembled. I did not respond, my right hand had untied the bra she was wearing, and a springy ball greeted my eyes. For the second time, I saw Kanya’s body without a thread, and this time

he said. I nodded but didn’t obey. Slowly, I began to undress right there behind him. My fingers trembled slightly as they undone the clasps on the back of my dress. The fabric slipped softly, sliding down the curves of my body to the floor like a whisper. I sighed, a bit tense. God... Was I really undressing in front of a man? But he is my mate, and whether I wanted it or not, somehow inside I was waiting for this. When I looked at him, our eyes met. He had turned around. The expression I saw on Kan’s face was somewhere between shock and fascination. I was naked. There, illuminated by the soft light of the lamp, and he... seemed to be fighting something inside himself.

The stream titled “Kane Princess – Total Surrender” shattered every previous record. Over 450,000 viewers were tuned in live as Sophia was placed on the transparent glass platform. Her legs were locked obscenely wide in stirrups, arms bound tightly behind her back, forcing her heavy, milk-swollen breasts to thrust forward like an offering. The bright studio lights left nothing hidden. Elias started by slamming his thick cock balls-deep into her dripping cunt in one savage thrust. Sophia screamed, the wet, filthy squelch echoing as her pussy stretched around him. Lucian immediately forced his cock down her throat, bulging her neck visibly.

“Just… your shirt and pants. I need your warmth.” ‎ ‎Kane chuckled darkly. “So, leave the underwear on?” ‎From beneath the covers, she groaned, “Kane!” ‎ ‎He teased her with a wink but obliged—pulling off his shirt slowly, revealing the dark living vine tattoos that seemed to pulse against his skin. Then his pants, leaving him in fitted briefs that hugged his sculpted hips. ‎ ‎He slipped into the bed beside her, gathering her into his arms. Castelle immediately tangled her legs with his, soft body melting against his hard one, her head resting in the crook of his neck.

TELLEN. Kane pushes me back onto the bed and I go willingly, watching as he unbuttons his jeans with quick movements. He slides them down along with his boxer briefs and his cock springs free, already hard and thick and curving slightly upward. "Like what you see?" he asks, stroking himself slowly. "Fuck yes." "Good. Lose the jeans." I shove my jeans and underwear off and kick them aside. My cock is already hard, leaking at the tip, and when Kane's eyes drop to it his pupils dilate.

I looked over at Kane and smiled a devilish little grin. I watched as Mr. No-Name became so hard his dick was twitching in his pants. I reached down and sliced his pants away, exposing his rock-hard cock for all to see. “You like looking at your Luna in those positions?” He opened his mouth to respond. “Don’t say a word, stroke your dick, here in front of everyone watching, stroke your dick.” I kept the visions playing in his head. “I’ve given you plenty of visions to work with. Stroke your dick like you mean it.”

I was still sprawled on my back across the leather couch, chest heaving, pussy throbbing from the aftershocks of that last orgasm. My asshole felt slick and slightly open from his tongue, empty, needy, pulsing like it was begging for something thicker. Mr. Kane stood over me, stroking his thick cock slowly, the veins standing out, precum beading at the slit again. He looked down at me like I was his personal p**n show. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered, voice low and rough. “Show me everything.”

Sometimes I try to explain to Kane that they need alone time for just them two but the male will just chuckle and bring up a joke to divert the topic, and I'm not that stupid to not know when someone doesn't want to listen to a particular conversation. But since both of them don't seem to mind I just wave it off. Kane is a handsome and gym freak guy and it showers on his body because there's no part of his body that doesn't scream muscles anytime his body gets exposed even though he is lean. But his can't compare to that incubus...

Some stood up to get a better look. Kane made me stand in the middle of the room under bright lights. He lifted the front of my dress with one hand, showing my bare pussy to all of them. "See this?" he said. "I fucked her twice today. She is still full of my cum. She cried and said she hated it… but her cunt stayed wet the whole time." The men laughed and shouted dirty things. "Turn around," Kane ordered me. I turned slowly. He lifted the back of the dress to show the red welts on my ass and thighs.

“To hell with that damn outfit. Don't come near me Laurel. I'm really itching right now. Look, my skin is starting to turn red.” "Let me see." “Stop right there. Don’t come close." "But I want to see it." I was really amused to see the panicked expression on Kane's face. It's actually not as bad as Kane thinks. I'm still wearing my jogger pants. Only my upper body is slightly exposed. The bra actually covers the places it should cover perfectly. This isn't porn at all, trust me. Even if you go to the beach or the pool, you'll get worse views than this. But Kane has really gone overboard about his phobia. He made me look like a bitch naked in front of him.