Kay Cannon Nude Novels & Stories

Brandon's POV: I entered inside the room and my eyes widened like fucking donuts. Kayla was wearing a black lacey panty and nothing else. Water dripped from her long hairs, she was applying lotion on her thighs, facing her back to me. Her tight round ass made my hands itchy to squeeze it tightly. I felt tightening inside my boxer. A semi wet towel was on the bed, along with her clothes. What the hell was wrong with that girl? What was she doing standing here almost naked while keeping the door open?

she says, cheeks burning. I push her onto her back, yank the panties off in one motion. She’s completely shaved, lips already puffy and wet. “Look at that,” I say to the camera. “Little sis is soaked for big brother’s cock.” Katie whimpers, “Please be gentle…” I shove my sweatpants down. My cock springs out, thick and already dripping. Chat loses it. > “tip 500 he’s huge” > “tip 1000 wreck her”

"If your clothes aren't off by the time it beeps, I'll upload that video. Five, four, three, two—" "Okay, Okay!" she screamed, ripping off her shirt. She yanked off her bra with less vigour and knelt there looking ashamed of her chest. The male students perved on her boobs all the time, but it seemed to Kai that most of it her sizeable chest was padding. 'What a manipulative bitch.' Still... what did it matter to him? He wasn't going to use the picture for anything dirty. He opened up his camera and pointed, letting the focus find her face. She looked way too sad for his liking.

she corrected, though her pulse was racing. Kai shrugged, then without warning hooked his thumbs into his board shorts and pushed them down in one smooth motion. Lila’s breath caught as he stood completely, gloriously naked under the moonlight. Broad shoulders, powerful thighs, and a body that looked like it had been forged by the sea itself. He didn’t hide. He simply stood there, confident, beautiful, and entirely unashamed. “Your turn,” he challenged, voice low and teasing. “Unless you’re all talk, Lila Jonas.”

The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Kiana had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet. Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff c*ck or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog – ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him.

She was intrigued, unable to stop herself from flipping back yet another page. Another risqué image of herself presented itself. Nude once again, but once more, with her back to the viewer. She was sitting on her knees in this one, her toes peeking out from under her bum. Her face was not visible in this one, but she knew it was her from the hair. It was wild and wavy, and in the image, she seemed to be trying to tame it with both hands, holding it up against her head, exposing her back aside from the few loose tendrils that always managed to escape. She flipped back another page. This was by far the most risqué image so far. It was her, of course, but full frontal nudity in this one. It was

That was all the warning I got. The studio was dim, heated to 95 degrees, mirrors on every wall, the air thick with eucalyptus and sweat. I unrolled my mat in the back row like a coward. Then he walked in. Kai was sex incarnate in human form. Thirty-one, 6’2”, with the kind of sculpted, sun-kissed body that looked airbrushed. Broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, every muscle defined but functional—long, corded arms, powerful thighs that flexed under thin black compression shorts, and a chest dusted with dark hair that trailed down into a sharp V disappearing beneath the waistband. His tank top clung to him like a second skin, already damp. When he turned to face the class, his hazel e

"Oh my goodness! You are killing me now, girl!" Kayden shouted with amusement and surrendered to her teasing. He knew that she was capable of making him come without even touching. And the penile sounding rod was helping in her favour to tease Kayden. "Oh really now? Am I?" Medusa chuckled and straightened herself while keeping her skirt off her butt cheeks. Kayden released a groaning noise as his fangs grew longer upon seeing her plump round naked butt. His heated stare trailed towards her back to see the arch and admired her figure.

Her other breast begged for justice as he brought it out and placed his mouth on it and his other hand massaging her other bud. Celestine closed her eyes and threw her head backwards, sweet soft moans left her mouth. Damien left her breast and kissed her hot lips again. He stopped suddenly and looked down at the panting little kitten under him. He removed his shirt and threw it away. His toned body was before Celestine's eyes. Something she had never noticed before. His sexy abs were before her and she was mentally counting them. His chest was broad and hard so were his muscles, there was no doubt that he worked out a lot. His muscles weren't to be exaggerated but they were just the perfect

The lewd, dirty photos left nothing to the imagination — her tits and open cunt-hole on full display for other men to see and lust over. We had fantastic sex that night. When the opportunity came for her to appear in her first proper porno film, I agreed to accompany her and watch. I stood behind the lights and cameras as Kamilla lay there wantonly on the bed, her pussy on full display and her lovely soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud.