Kerry Knuppe Nude Novels & Stories

Then, laying on her back, she slowly lets her knees drift apart, beckoning with a crooked finger. I stare, fascinated, as someone else comes on the screen. I slap my hand across my mouth when I realize that he, too, is totally naked. The man crawls onto the bed, slipping a hand beneath the woman to flip her over so that she’s kneeling down, her weight resting on her knees. When the man positions himself so that he’s kneeling behind her, I get the shock of my life. It’s Kent. I’m watching Kent Lippert’s homemade porn.

Finally seconds later Kerry exploded leaving me to lap up all of her sweet fluid. Frankie was so hot to feel Kerry I could see the passion in his eyes. Carl and I laid back and watched letting them do whatever pleased them. He was gently playing with my nipples and nuzzling my ear. My hand was running along his thigh squeezing gently while watching Frankie go at Kerry.

I turned, and watched as a gorgeous, tall, complete naked black woman came around in front of me. She had long legs and a short torso, wide hips, a narrow waist, and very generous tits with enormous, nearly-black nipples. Her pussy-which was right at eye level-was shaven, smooth, and very dark. "I'm Kiki," she said as she lowered herself to her knees. Titling her head toward my wife, she added, "You're the new couple, Holly and Ted, huh?" She reached for my belt, and went on, "You're the kinky voyeur who helped Lana out of her dickophobia."

"Connor? The Council? Everyone who wants me and this baby dead? Fine. They can have a war. They can all come at me. I'm ready." "You're not—" Killian started, but Annie was already moving again. She started stripping herself naked right in front of him—the blood-stained jeans, the ruined shirt, everything. Killian's breath caught, his body responding despite the horror of the situation, despite everything. Because he rarely saw her naked body like this. They've never been completely intimate or had sex. And now she was standing in front of him, bare skin revealed inch by devastating inch, and he couldn't look away.

It made Kane smile more than he expected. Her red hair, still slightly damp from her shower, fell in loose waves around her delicate face. The oversized white t shirt she wore, his shirt, slipped off one shoulder, revealing pale freckled skin along her collarbone. Kane stood across the room, flipping another pancake onto a plate with easy precision. He wore nothing but grey sweatpants, his muscles shifting with each movement, calm and controlled. Mona blinked suddenly, realizing she had been staring. "Wow... you're so good at that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

She let it all drop to the floor and picked them up in a disheveled heap. "Whoa, hey," Jesse was so taken aback seeing K stripped down to her underwear, that he had to look sideways again. He just finished locking up the windows, and was floored to see that K was now just wearing her wet little shirt and cute black panties. Yes, he might be a little too horny but he's definitely not a pervert.

Let’s make tonight unforgettable. He exhaled sharply, clicking the message open. Knox: When? Bree: Your place. Tonight. And I want you naked. His lips curled into a grin as he typed: Knox: Say less. But even as he stared at Bree’s I*******m-perfect face in her profile photo, fiery red curls, perfect tan skin, pouting full lips, his mind wandered to another image. Light caramel skin. Thick curls tied back. Glasses that hid a fire behind her eyes.

“You’re the only person in this entire building who actually looks out for my best interests. Everyone else just wants a piece of the crown.” The door suddenly swings wide open. Kerry parades into the office, wearing a stunning violet designer dress and a thick diamond necklace. She carries herself like a victorious queen waiting for her coronation. She’s utterly oblivious. She has no idea her secret lover is actively weaponizing her to destroy her future husband. “Honestly, June,” Kerry sneers, looking pointedly at my sensible black shoes, “if your secretary is going to insist on limping around the executive floor like a wounded animal, you should at least mandate she wear something more fl

"I shoved his shirt off. I put my mouth on his nipple; he loves that. He groaned, and I felt his hand slide under my shorts' waistband. I was horny. I pushed on Jack's shorts, and he lifted as I shoved them down. I slid off the bed, taking his shorts with me. On my knees between his, I collided with Kerry. We both jumped like we were electrocuted. She was topless too. I love her perky breasts. Your dad was naked on the bed, lying beside Jack, both hard and long. That was the moment. We were all shaken out of our dope lust haze. We could have stopped. We didn't'. Shoulder to shoulder, Kerry and I leaned forward and, you know."

she laughed. Stephanie took a deep breath but didn't answer. She saw Kelly get a funny look on her face. With a sheepish look the pretty woman said, "Will you watch me... watch me masturbate." Stephanie closed her eyes and moaned. This was too much. However, in spite of her reluctance, she nodded her head. Kelly stood up and pulled her top over her head, revealing her soft breasts. They were round and firm with large pink nipples that were as hard as pebbles and stuck out a full quarter of an inch. Kelly cupped her breasts as if holding them out to Stephanie.