Kayla Kent Nude Novels & Stories

She said for Kayla to smile. “Mom, you know in all this, I just want to see Alex nakedness, like before he met that bitch, he sleeps around with girls who are into him and when it gets to my turn he met the one he thought it’s his soulmate.” She said with a disgusted tone for Martha to smile when a notification popped into her phone and she opened it to see pictures of Hazel and Harden. “ do you know this guy?” Martha asks showing Kayla Harden's photo.

He was sitting on the bed in the same state, wrapped in a towel from his navel to his knees. He immediately switched the phone call to a video call. Overcome with an undirected feeling of rage and jealousy, Lucia finally pressed the camera symbol on the screen. The girl rolled her eyes as she looked at the cell phone screen and found Kent shirtless. She immediately looked away from Kent, whose face was on the screen. Lucia inwardly cursed herself, regretting her decision to pick up Kent's video call. Now the sight of his bare chest on her phone screen tempted her not to look in that direction.

Kyle was still watching boring soccer, so I got my stuff and headed for the shower in my robe. There was one other girl in there, about Kyle's age. Nude, getting ready to shower, and not the least shy. Mid five foot, and she had an amazing body. I've never seen a woman naked. I mean in p**n, but not in real life. This girl was perfect. Curvy, tall, big, I mean BIG breasts, a shaved pussy, and no trace of tan lines. Wow. Blonde hair and blue eyes, of course. I felt like a turd on a plate next to filet mignon.

“It’s because they have other strengths, and no man is weaker than when he goes up against the woman he loves.” Riley tilts his head, giving Kent a funny look. “I don’t get it.” “You will one day,” Kent ruffles his hair. Ironically, Ela chooses that moment to shift back into her regular form, standing before the whole crowd stark naked. Most look away, but some just can’t seem to tear their eyes off her. Her beauty is otherworldly, like an angel from heaven or a fallen one in hell with the amount of blood coating her body. It’s not her blood. I can smell that it’s not. I breathed out a sigh of relief.

“What are we gonna do, Ethan?” I took a long sip, eyes glued to the way the jersey shifted when she moved. “You could start by putting on some actual clothes.” She laughed. “Why? You’ve been staring at my ass for this long. Don’t act all innocent now.” Her words made my heart skip a beat. “The fuck are you talking about?” Kayla spread her legs wider against the kitchen counter. No panties. I saw everything-- Her smooth, pink pussy was right there on full display.

"I'm just gonna go get some cond-" "I don't like using those fuckers," she hushed while stealing kisses from him. "I'm safe... are you?" Jesse nodded, then went on to pull down his boxers. K reached for the hem of Jesse's Nirvana shirt and pulled it up over her arms and head, now completely bare and undressed right in front of Jesse.

Torches flickering weakly against stone walls. And in the center— A figure. Kneeling. Bound. Head lowered. Blood on the floor. Marcus stood nearby. Still. Silent. Watching. Kael stopped. Slowly. Dangerously. “Look at me,” he said. The figure didn’t move. Didn’t respond. The air tightened. Something felt off. Very off. “Kael…” I whispered. He stepped closer. One step. Then another. The bond pulsed. Sharp. Warning. “Look. At. Me.”

The room where, in three whole years of being his official fiancée, I had only been permitted to step inside twice. ​And he had brought Amara Everhart directly into its depths. ​I walked down the northern corridor with slow, measured steps, forcing my face into a mask of total, unbothered calm while my internal thoughts raged like a localized storm. ​Why? ​Why would Kael bring that wolfless, rejected girl into his private sanctuary? What could he possibly have to discuss with her in absolute secrecy? ​And more importantly... what did she possess that was forcing the most powerful High Alpha in the continent to bend his own rigid rules?

Flora was really shy about undressing, but hearing her sister’s past, I was patient. I sat in the chair next to the tub, heating the water up, as she walked over. “I’m ready…” I looked up at her. She was covering her chest and vigina. Her shoulders were scrawny. You could see each bone clearly. Her collarbone looked like it was sucking in her skin. Her rib bones showed on her ribcage. Her hips were so visible, it looked like she did not have any fat. She had a small belly… Barely there. I was not disgusted at her, but at the way she came to look this way.

"But I'm curious. You keep saying you love Adam, but why does it look like you're having so much fun with all those other men?" "Argh!!! It's none of your business! I'm going to kill you, Renee!!!" Kayla kept shrieking. "Oh, but you've already lost, and you're going to jail soon. What can you really do about it?" Renee kept gloating before gasping, as if she had just remembered something. "Oh, that reminds me—back when you were still abroad, you had five abortions and… twenty-seven boyfriends. Just so you know, I have videos of your orgies, so tell me: what would happen if I posted all that stuff online?"