Kat Dennings Desnuda Novels & Stories

"Well, hello, handsome." I heard her sultry voice rang out. I looked up and saw Kwen coming down the steps. She had on a long, oversized, deep green cardigan with a black, round neck one-piece and sneakers. The top showed her cleavage just enough to have your imagination go wild with thoughts. The one piece stopped mid thigh, exposing her tattoo and tone thighs and legs. Her long silver coily hair was pulled up into a ponytail with a big hair claw clamping the rest of her hair up. A few coily pieces framed her face as she wore her black glasses. Even when she isn't all done up and comfortable, she's absolutely gorgeous. I smirked at her. "What?"

Katerina With the utmost patience, I pull my dress upward. The hem is at my knees, and it's a thrill to have his gaze drink in my every movement. Shimmying my leggings down with my other hand, I expose my creamy thighs. I don't have any panties on, and he inhales lustily at the sight. "Do you like seeing me stand before you like this?" I whisper slyly. "Knowing that you've been strutting around with your delicious pussy easily accessible to me? What do you think?"

“I am truly saddened and appalled by your wickedness.” “She’s leaking their pockets too, look at this expensive shit.” Kira piped in. She stepped forward, grasping a bit of Denise’s dress in her hands and holding it up, her cake-soiled hands tainting the white fabric. She widened the part that was split at the side, giving way for the creepy gazes of men to trail further up Denise’s thighs. She grinned. “You’re showing a lot of skin. You must be confident.” Denise quickly reached down and tugged the dress out of her hand, stepping back. “Don’t do that.” She mumbled.

"You're going to have an escort over here to strip and get all sexy for you. Not telling me you're not going to fuck her." Kenny stepped over to the other side of the bed where his Nikon was set up on a tripod. "She's not an escort, she's model," he insisted. "Can I see a picture of her?" "Yeah, why not?" He tried to sound casual but couldn't pull his phone out of his pocket fast enough. He pulled up her page on the RI Models website and handed the phone to Danny. "Jenna Styles?" he laughed. "Sounds like a pornstar to me." He shook his head. "Goddamn, look at her!"

Beneath her gown, Katie Medina, GHS's now-former It girl, was completely and totally naked. It was all of her almost exactly like I, and any hetero male at GHS, had imagined. (And we had all imagined.) A little bit thin, a little bit tall, and every single last piece of her about her just so goddamn cute you wanted to fuck it individually. She was almost the exact midpoint between Tabitha and Taylor. Tall, but not towering. Thin, but not skinny. Dark roots, but the bulk of her dyed pale blonde. Toned, but with all sorts of well-placed curves. Big tits, yet almost exactly one hair shy of being so big they distracted from the rest of her. A habitual smile from a lifetime of people who'd been u

She clicked the door shut behind her and rested her back against it. Denzel glanced around the room before focusing on Cinnia. "So..." His words died in his throat when Cinnia undid the loops at her back and let the dress fall to the ground and pool around her feet. Denzel gulped as he took in the blood-red, two-piece lingerie and the body jewels Cinnia draped over herself. She stepped out of the dress and stood right in front of Denzel. Flipping her braids to the side, she lifted her lips into a seductive grin and Denzel found himself involuntarily grabbing the graceful curve of her neck and pulling her face to his.

“Take off your panties and come here.” Kendra’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t argue. She reached under her dress, slid her lace panties down her smooth legs, and stepped out of them. They were already damp. She handed them to me without being asked. I brought them to my nose for a moment, inhaling her scent, before tossing them into my drawer. “Sit on the desk. Legs wide apart.” She hopped onto the edge of my desk and slowly spread her thighs, exposing her pretty pink pussy to me. She was glistening — already wet. The sight made my cock strain against my trousers.

“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.

JINHAI’S POV. Jeneta… I stared at the image on my phone, and the rest of the world narrowed to a single and searing point. She was breathtaking. Jeneta sat perched on a sculptural, wave-like white leather chaise, her body relaxed and at ease. The black lace lingerie clung to her beautifully, a bra that barely contained her full breasts. The matching panties sat low on her hips, accentuating the toned plane of her stomach and the gentle curve of her waist.

My eyes roamed hungrily all over her body until they landed on the tattoo inked right below her navel. Holy fuck. “No fucking way…” I muttered. Katricia’s eyes went wide with panic as she tried to cover her tits and pussy with her hands, but it was useless cause I'd already seen everything. "Nelson! How dare you walk in without knocking?! Get out!” She shrieked, pointing frantically at the door. Ignoring her, I stepped inside and locked the door behind me, drinking in the sight of her naked skin. “All this time you’ve been walking around the house in those baggy hoodies and loose jeans, pretending to be the perfect innocent little stepsister… and you’re actually Lunar Katt? The masked slut w