Kira Kosarin Naked Novels & Stories

I peel off my clothes, letting them drop to the floor. From the drawer, I pull out the silk slip—the sheer one that shows everything. I slide it over my skin, the fabric cool, nipples hardening instantly against the thin cloth. One glance in the mirror makes me smirk. Every inch of me screams invitation. I slip barefoot down the stairs to the lower deck. They’re waiting for me. My crew. My men. “Fuck, there she is.” “Queen Jenner.” They holler, whistles sharp, eyes hungry. The air vibrates with the kind of anticipation that makes my thighs slick before I even touch them.

He felt the strong force coming from his palm, he breathed quickly in ecstasy. Kevin hasn't been that angry yet. However, he weakened throughout his body and became extremely sensitive due to the woman’s body contact. But he felt that his eyes were dirty even if he looked at it one more time. And in a short time he also met the woman in front of him - Irene! So Nicole and Irene are the ones playing him? "Out!" When Irene lifted her shirt and her fingers touched her developed chest muscle, Kevin could not control the power of the universe in his body.

We left very simple to just a warm space, essential oils with the best fragrance floating through the air, and not forgetting the quiet hum of our own hearts, ready to give it a try again, slowly lowering their defenses for old time sake. Kira was the first person to take her seat, not wasting time to strip off her robe to a shoulder level. Her hair was carefully wrapped up, covering everywhere with no strand of hair showing. Her stomach wasn't prostating as many would think, it was still normal, like nothing was growing in there yet. She looked very tired, and I knew without being told that she was hurting inside, totally broken.

I held my hand out for him, wanting him closer. Kairos, who had extended the invitation, looked at Max expectantly, as if wordlessly prompting him, well? “You want this?” Max asked me. “Yes,” I said simply. “Do you?” He glanced from me to Kairos and back again. “Yes,” he said, sounding breathless. “Lift your arms like a good girl,” Kairos growled. “You need to be naked yesterday.” I agreed and lifted my arms. Kairos slid my tank top up over my head and tossed it aside. My shorts went next, until I was left in only my panties and sports bra. Kairos grumbled about them as he dug his claws in the fabric and started to tear.

"I guess this discussion will have to wait, Kiara smirked mischievously. I ripped her gown off easily, baring her completely naked. I stared at her naked body, her firm perky breasts down to her broad hips and to her thighs. She is all mine, this goddess in front of me belongs to me alone. I pushed her on the bed and she parted her legs, giving me a good view of her clean shaved pussy. "This is gonna be a pretty exciting day,"

I’m naked under a fresh silk robe, heart hammering so hard I feel it in my throat. Kane is already there, wearing only a black robe that hangs open at the chest, showing off his sculpted body. Lena sits behind the main camera, legs crossed, looking far too excited. “Drop the robe, Aria,” Lena says calmly. “We’re starting from the beginning. And this time… I want to feel how much you want him, even if you hate admitting it.” I let the robe fall. I’m completely naked in front of both of them. My heavy tits are exposed, nipples already stiff with unwanted arousal. My shaved pussy is glistening — visibly wet. I can feel their eyes on me.

We all congratulated them when Katherine asked to have dessert before going to the hospital. We were back home after making sure Katherine and Ryan were in the hospital. They had asked all of us to leave and said they would call us if we were needed, so we complied. I was removing my suit when Kiara walked in, completely naked, her dress pooling around her ankles as she stepped toward me. My eyes widened looking at her beautiful body, her face when she kneeled across from me. Looking at me, Kiara whispered, “I want you, Ethan.” My cock pressed against the confines of my pants when I heard the pleading in her sultry voice as she gazed up at me, her eyes half-lidded and wild with passion. My e

Freya POV The room was loaded with colorful home items. “You need to wash up now, Gi—” “Lila, Mary. My name is Lila down here,” I whispered delicately enough to sound like a mosquito. I sat and sighted everywhere from one spot. It’s a guest room, one of the old apartments where the lasses used to be. I wonder where they sleep now. After having my bath, I changed into a pair of pants and a tank top that Alaric bought for me while we were coming down here. I didn’t think I needed it but it turned out I did.

Now. If Rachael knew I was using an anonymous account to follow, pay and watch trans p**n she'd ruin my image, go the media, slander my name. Right now, I didn't care. My cock was hard as steel, pushing out of my pants. I clicked on my favourite video, one that I've watched way too many times to count. The video played. Kira was on her knees, thighs open, black lingerie hugging her thick curves. My eye zeroed on her shaft. Thick, veiny, impossibly hard, jutted between her smooth thighs, leaking lots of precum.

“Bye.” I stared at the screen the moment Mom hung up. My fingers were barely on the glass again when a voice cut through the silence, startling me. “What are you doing?” I snapped my eyes toward the sound to see Kariana standing there with no clothes on. My gaze roamed over her body, tracing curves I was now coming to know. She was stark naked, the light catching the glow of her skin and the dark circles of her nipples. My eyes dropped lower to the groomed shadowed curls protecting her core. The light caught the damp sheen of her skin, and I swallowed hard, forcing my eyes not to wander any further.