Kiara Rosario Nude Novels & Stories

Locking her eyes with his Kiara pulled him close. They were without any clothes and so her large breasts pressed against his torso in a compromising way. His manhood did no good in this case. It poked her womanhood making it wet for it already. Kiara massaged his nape as her other arm trailed down his throat to his chest then directly round over his back.

It was a world-class experience to be able to relax in the hot water while looking at the snow-shifted mountain ranges. Kiara was wearing an oversized shirt on top of her bikini. She was not intending to step inside the water at first and was just here to enjoy the party but she could not refuse the girls for too long. After a bit of convincing, the girl removed her shirt and joined the rest of the crew in the spring.

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.

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.

I took the drink and made a cheers to our happiness, praying the goddess would keep us and our baby strong. Then, I drank the wine, lowering the glass in time to see Ray staring at me in a strange way. It felt so beautiful to see his eyes on me. He must be admiring me now that he knows about his little one. "You're so beautiful, Kiara," He flirted, caressing my cheek with his finger. "Your body is just wonderful." I felt my body shiver at his touch, as I leaned my head into his hand, feeling his warmth. But I was beginning to feel uncomfortable from the inside. Something... Something was poking me in the stomach.

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

I say and that’s when I hear it… Soft, bare footsteps against the wood floor behind me. “Oh, I will _” and Damian's whole face shifts as he suddenly become mute. His breath stuttering. I frown. What is he looking at? I turn and I swear, for a second, my jaw drops at the sight before me. Kira is standing there like a dream that just punched reality in the face. She’s not wearing a hoodie and jeans she was wearing a moment ago. No. She’s in the sheer rose-pink lingerie that still has the price tag hanging on it. Her hair messily spills over her face, as her skin glow in the soft light...

Though it came with its consequence, the initial tryout was a success. “Nope, I’m not love. There were posters, Nikolay. The posters had MY pictures on them” Kiara said and I had to fight back every instinct which told me to get out of this room, find that woman, and shoot both her and the excuse she called a lover.

Heather frowned and even raised her voice. "He doesn't identify as my ex. We don't know them, remember? And besides, what's wrong with my outfit?" Kiara was dressed like any other day. High waisted white pants, a turtle neck and a cream blazer with a pair of black sandals to top it all up. Her dark black hair was up in a messy bun and she was wearing little to no makeup. "No nothing is wrong, you look perfect and you're Right, there's no one we need to impress." Heather finally surrendered with her both hands.