Kathie Sanders Nudes Novels & Stories

Nathaniel Rhodes sat on his chair while his suit jacket lay discarded carelessly across the floor beside him, his white dress shirt completely unbuttoned to expose sweat-slicked skin stretched tightly over a broad muscular chest that rose and fell unevenly with every ragged breath leaving his mouth. His head was tilted backward while one large hand worked through his huge cock. My eyes widened, shock filling my body as I watched this untouchable man moan while his hands were wrapped around his cock, moving up and down in fast motions. But that was not the worst part, the worst part sat directly beside his laptop. My employee identification photograph. Nathaniel stared directly at it while hi

CASSANDRA The silence weighs heavily, thick as a damp sheet. They stare at me. All of them. The three harpies recoil, one with a shredded wrist, another with a blood-streaked cheek, the third breathless, eyes wide open. But behind them, other silhouettes have approached. Thin shadows, emaciated bodies, but with greedy gazes. The inmates. Those who do not strike, who observe. The silent witnesses of every humiliation, every fall.

Rene is in Sandro's room. The man only wore shorts without wearing any top. Rene looked at his broad chest with six-shaped abdominal muscles. She had seen him naked before... but why is it so awkward now?! Rene looked at Sandro up and down repeatedly, she was astonished and amazed at the sight of the man in front of her.