Kanasiu Nudes Novels & Stories

Kane opened the door wearing only low-hanging grey sweatpants, his sculpted chest and abs on full display, the prominent bulge already obvious. He didn’t speak. He simply pulled her inside, kicked the door shut, and shoved her against it. Clothes were torn off in a frenzy. Kane dropped to his knees, threw one of her legs over his shoulder, and buried his face in her pussy. His tongue licked long stripes from her entrance to her clit, sucking her swollen nub while two thick fingers plunged inside her cum-slick hole.

He stroked it slowly, looking down at the mess he had made of me. “Look at you,” he said with a low chuckle. “The famous influencer princess leaking cum like a cheap whore. Your perfect little pussy is ruined and still twitching for more.” I moaned softly and pushed my ass higher, presenting myself to him. “I do want more. Please don’t stop. My pussy feels so empty now.” Kane grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my back. He pushed my legs wide apart and stared at my cum-filled cunt with dark hunger.

Everything was for her. And then there he was. Cassian stood shirtless, his body a map of power—defined chest, lean muscle, a line of ink that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. He held a leash in one hand. The other held a camera. “You’re late,” he said. She wasn’t, but she didn’t argue. She let the coat fall from her shoulders and stepped forward completely naked, the plug glinting under the light. Cassian’s lips twitched.