Kiara Liz Nude Novels & Stories

"The King asked me to give Kiara some clothes." Alessia turned her head slowly, her brow furrowing in annoyance. "And who the hell is that?" Nessa raised a hand and pointed right at me. Relief hit me so hard my knees almost buckled right there on the bed. Thank God. I was two seconds away from being forced to walk out into the cold halls stark naked.

At family gatherings, I often retreated to the bathroom to stroke myself because Kira would get me so worked up. She had a knack for wearing simple clothes and elevating them to the height of sexiness. She looked absolutely stunning in a pair of faded jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt. But as I sat in front of my glowing monitor, Kira smiled out at me wearing little more than nothing. First, she lounged in a silky robe. Then there were a few pictures of her in a black, lacy push-up bra and matching panties. Finally, and much to the delight of my cock, she wore only her smile.

Kiara Kiara was sleeping deeply on the couch, wrapped in a blanket that barely covered her belly. Her breathing was soft, steady, and every time she exhaled, a lock of her black hair brushed across her forehead. I watched her for a long while, longer than I should have. Something tightened in me every time I saw her like this: vulnerable, exhausted, and yet… beautiful. I had seen her almost collapse in my arms less than an hour ago. Seeing her sleep now was a relief I didn’t expect to feel.

she chirped. Across the aisle, a lady shot Kiara a disapproving look. I wasn’t sure whether the target of her disapproval was Kiara's wide curls, the mini dress she wore, or the unapologetic selfie she was attempting to take, or the volume with which she’d just said the phrase warm nuts. Adopting my haughtiest look, I leaned toward Kiara and raised my warm nuts high. Kiara giggled, laid her head on my shoulder, and snapped the pic.

He wanted to calm but the more he got the sight of Noah, the more he lost his mind. "If you are done, then now go and wear your shirt, we are leaving soon." "Shirt? What shirt." "Look down." Noah ordered. Kiara nonchalantly looked down. At first, her attention was to see her foot only, but to her surprise she saw lots of her skin completely unclothed, she looked down and realized that she was still in her bra. "What the heck!" Kiara hurriedly covered naked body with her arms. "Why am I naked. No wait, was i naked all this time in front of you? Why didn't you cover me?"

in frustration, attempting to pull me back into the embrace. "Just a second, baby!" I whispered, pressing a tender kiss on Kiara's fingers as they eagerly tugged at my shirt. With swift movements, I unbuttoned and discarded my shirt, revealing a bare chest. Kiara, catching on to my intentions, promptly pulled off her top, leaving her in a red bra that accentuated her features. A hint of shyness colored her cheeks, a charming trait she retained despite the intimacy we shared.

Not that I fucking cared. Kiara was dressed in a white halter top which was just about covering half her tits, leaving her stomach and the middle of her breasts uncovered, showing off her underboob chandelier tattoo and her entire back. I was going to fucking enjoy the view all fucking day. She had paired it with khaki cropped cargo pants and a pair of block heels. Her hair was up in a messy, stylish bun.

Kiara laid on her bed staring at the ceiling and clutching onto a pillow so tight around her abdomen. She heaved deeply at the thought of Nathan's reply, and immediately became angry when she recalled Talia. "Talia Daniels, you fucking bitch." Kiara cursed underneath her breath. She must have been the reason why Nathan refused to even look at her. At first, Kiara thought it was Taylor, and damn she was right because she had tested Nathan so many times without him knowing. She had monitored him and watched his every moves on Taylor without him knowing.

Since she had her loudspeaker mode activated, she could hear Wynette's enraged voice. "Kiara really is a shameless bitch! Even though her reputation is now in the gutter, she still has the guts to put on a performance! Countless people are bashing her right now! Is she seriously that shameless?" Before Stephanie responded to Wynette, the latter answered her own question. "Oh, right. If Kiara weren't shameless, she wouldn't have done those things in the past!" Stephanie lowered her gaze to look at the photo of Kiara dancing on her phone. Her lips soon curled into a cold smile.

She was wearing same colour pearl footwear with dress . She applied moisturizer and another little touch up on her face. She applied her lip balm and perfume and She was ready to go .She doesn’t believe in makeup as it smudges on her face and she finds makeup a waste of time for her .Truth to be told She didn’t know how to do it . Kiara was a girl of 5” 4” inches height. She has brown eyes which always beam with happiness .Her waist length hair swayed on her back. She was having a mole on her chin .A mole on her neck and collarbone was also present.