Katara Hot Novels & Stories

Kenny gave a small smile and asked, “Why? Are you in a hurry to go back to your place?” “No, boss,” Kata answered quickly. “That’s not what I meant.” Kenny leaned back in the wheelchair and looked at him closely. “Do you have a girlfriend waiting for you at home?” Kata laughed, scratching his head shyly. “No, boss, I don't have girlfriend. I live alone.” Kenny smiled again. “Then what do you want to go home and do all by yourself?” Kata laughed louder this time. “You are very right, boss. There is nothing much to do there anyway.” He looked at him as if he was trying to curse him.

Alfi replied awkwardly. “What if they get lost?” Katon asked in amazement. “At least, they are alive, right?” Alfi replied awkwardly. “Oh god sake!” Kartika sighed. “Hang on, do you guys think it’s getting hotter?” Indra asked. “Oh yeah, you are right, I feel scorched here,” Alfi replied. “Take off your jacket, Alfi! That what makes you feel so hot!” Kartika scolded him. “No. I did use my Iru to make my jacket feels cooler.” Alfi explained.

Then she placed it on the chair and turned towards us, chest heaving, eyes wide. Shit, this is hot. My tingling balls and lengthening dick reminded her that it was about to happen. We were so close and yet so far still. And slowly, Kara got into it. Wriggling slightly, Kara stepped out of her khakis. And slowly, like a dream sequence, her hot ass showed itself. Big and tasty. Round. Dimpled and gorgeous. A ripple of heat moved through my hands and fingers before traveling down to my dick.

It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.

An eternity later, they arrived at the hotel. Before them stood a modern building with little throwbacks to old world charm. Terra cotta pots overflowed with bright geraniums and carts run by fast-talking locals boasted their wares. The front door was opened with a dramatic bow by the concierge. Other guests of the hotel craned their necks to see what celebrities were arriving. Neither Katalea nor Dakari noticed a thing. It was as if the world had ceased to exist around them. They were whisked to a private elevator and escorted to the floor that housed their rooms. Katalea’s werecat, Kaya the black panther, growled low in appreciation. “Down girl” Katalea thought. “Let’s take this slow.

I open the door that leads outside and see six women sitting under a large umbrella speaking to Danita. All talk dies when I head in their direction. When I’m at the table, I lay Danita’s card on it. “No offense that I’m passing on your offer. I have a wonderful job as a private investigator.” I place the sunglasses over my eyes before making my introduction. “Hi, everyone. Please make yourselves at home. My friends call me Mak.” I receive a few mumbled hellos before I walk past them to a reclining chair grouping that’s also under an umbrella. It’s over one hundred degrees and within a short time, I’ll need to take a swim to cool down. I sit, open the book, and begin reading.

“ Aaaah my god... “ Kataleya moaned, feeling a shock of pleasure. “ Move that ass... “ Igor ordered, slapping one of the buttocks hard, leaving a mark on it and continuing to explore her intimacy with his bold tongue. “ Igor, I… “ Kataleya...you're so hot, let me in... “ Igor appealed, feeling the enormous desire to penetrate her. “ Let me feel how hot your pussy is! “ I…, I can't…” Kataleya continued moving her ass, feeling enormous pleasure

katara’s watching me with her cool gray eyes. I don’t like this new quiet katara. It makes me nervous, wondering what she’s up to. I like it better when she blurts out whatever she’s thinking as soon as it comes into her head. Even if it really pisses me off at the moment. The penthouse is a large, open room, currently stuffed full of potential donors getting sloshed on free liquor. Of course, it’s not really free—I’m going to try to milk every one of these fuckers for every last bit of support I can get out of them. But in the meantime, they’re welcome to gorge themselves on high-end cocktails and fancy finger foods.

"That's not true, Kai. You didn't just learn about your powers today. If you said that to quieten me, then you're wrong. You're deceitful, you never told me anything," She said more calmly. She was angry now and so was Kai but he choosed not to show his anger. "You already know now. Don't get yourself worked up over anything. My powers will never fight against you, it will protect you and shield you from all harm. The Dowager mother knows nothing of the powers we possess yet, you shouldn't let her know," He explained calmly. Katara nodded. She was scared of fire and she had an unsettling feeling that she might get burnt by him but his reassurance calmed her. She mustn't tell anything to the

Jesse kept mum, his lips pressed into a thin line as he thought and contemplated hard. "What if she shows up on you again? Are you like- still going to see her?" She pried, asking him an honest question. The real question. He looked up at Charlie, having struck a realization. K was karma, K was danger, K was seduction personified. He was willing to risk it all.