Kiara Rosario Nude Novels & Stories

"You'll go there and kick some asses, be the Kiara that we always see and know. Give it to them hot, hot." I chuckled. Rosa was someone I would describe as the life of the party and that implied that there was no dull moment with her. She doesn't even act like most British elites would, with her constantly switching between American and British accents. She was bubbly, cheerful and fun to be with. We had been together over the weekend but got separated on Sunday evening after our outing. "Which Kiara do you know?" "The badass young lady who has sarcastic and witty replies to your questions both sensible and senseless questions." She answered. "Although, it can be annoying that's just who she

Dante the little asshat, was on his tablet at a table. Rose and Lola were dancing, their little one fast asleep and being taken care of by one of the omegas. Raihana and Chris were sitting in the corner fucking making out. Me and Del were sitting around with Mom, Marcel, Kiara and Uncle Al. "I love how all of your dresses coordinated so nicely." Delsanra was saying, looking at Mom and Kiara. "I know, I think the pictures came out amazing!" Kiara added, holding out her phone. Kiara was in a pink gown, now that I think of it, there was a pattern going on between Mum, Kiara and Raihana, only my kitten was different. But then again, she would fucking stand out, even in a sack.

Chris woke up to the weight of a small body on top of him. He partially remembered blacking out in bed before they could put the pillows between them, as they’d done the other night. His eyes, almost naively, glanced to Kiara’s leg above his own and trailed up to find a slightly wrinkled top. It exposed a piece of skin and… fuck. A new part of her tattoo was showing right below her waist. He was simply unable to break the stare.

Taking off her shirt, she smiled at me as I took off my own shirt exposing my toned body, she ran her hands over my chest and down my abs until they reached the waist band of my jeans slowly fiddling with my belt, she took it off and unbuttoned my pants raising herself a little as to help me take my pants off. “I think that you’re wearing too much clothes, aren’t you?” I asked Kiara who smiled as she got up from my lap and unbuttoned her on pants and took them off along with her panties watching as I completely removed my pants from my legs. Getting on top of my dick, she positioned it in front of her wetness and slowly slid down on it. I smiled at her and watched as she slid down completely

Taking off her shirt, she smiled at me as I took off my own shirt exposing my toned body, she ran her hands over my chest and down my abs until they reached the waist band of my jeans slowly fiddling with my belt, she took it off and unbuttoned my pants raising herself a little as to help me take my pants off. “I think that you’re wearing too much clothes, aren’t you?” I asked Kiara who smiled as she got up from my lap and unbuttoned her on pants and took them off along with her panties watching as I completely removed my pants from my legs. Getting on top of my dick, she positioned it in front of her wetness and slowly slid down on it. I smiled at her and watched as she slid down completely

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?"

Instead of answering, I simply nod in agreement. After a nap and some chill time on the couch, we get ready, or shall I say, Kiara gets ready. She's wearing light blue torn jeans hotpants. Jesus, that ass on display is a heavenly sin, her ass cheeks slightly plunging out of them. A black cutout t-shirt with Guns'N'Roses on it. The bottom part is cut off, showing her perfect navel and belly. Her back is nearly totally on display due to string kind of cutouts. One shoulder slips out of the cut off neckline, and of course, her cleavage is a killer again. She's swapped the blue lace bra against a pink one, which doesn't look less hot. And it definitely pops up underneath that shirt, causing her

As I headed through the hallway, I felt a pair of hands pushed me from behind. I stumbled across the hallway but managed to regain my footing before I hit the ground. At that same moment, I felt the sheets that I used to cover Lusia slip off my hands. Lusia had been stripped naked. I turned around and saw Kiara holding the sheets in her hands. Her brows were narrowed, indicating that she was infuriated by my words. Kiara burst into a laugh as she stared at Lusia’s naked body. “Just look at her! Is that what you prefer over this?” She asked, gesticulating at her curvy body.

Kiara's pov: After having a douche, I sat in front of the mirror dressing my face. With the comb, I dressed my messy hair, letting the soft strands fall over my shoulder. I looked beautiful and I was beginning to like the ginger wig. In a way, it constantly reminded me of the reason why I was here. I dressed my contact lenses as well, before finally putting on my glasses. Grabbing my phone on the cupboard, I ambled towards the kitchen. Florida and Cleo were playing cards.

Raymond stood rooted to the spot. For a brief moment, he forgot why he had come. Princess Kiara stood before him dressed entirely in black training attire. Her raven hair was tied into a high ponytail, allowing the afternoon breeze to sway the loose strands framing her face. The fitted black top revealed a physique sculpted through countless years of relentless training rather than vanity. Well-defined abs, lean muscles tracing her arms, and powerful shoulders contrasted beautifully with her delicate, angelic features.