Kira Kosarin Naked Novels & Stories

Those dark eyes dragged down my body—over the thin T-shirt, my bare thighs, the way I was already shifting my weight from foot to foot. I didn’t give myself time to second-guess. I walked straight up to him, heart slamming against my ribs, and shoved the hem of my T-shirt up. Then I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of the tiny sleep shorts I’d thrown on and pushed them down my hips until they hit the floor. Bare. Soaked. Gleaming under the kitchen lights. Riley’s jaw flexed. “Kira—what the fuck are you doing?” “You know exactly what I’m doing,” I whispered, voice already shaky.

Kira was kneeling and sucking on his dick while Ezekiel moaned delightfully. Goodness. Kira wasn’t just doing that. She had only her panties on. Her bra was gone too. Who knew if they had just finished a round of sex?

His shoulders are bare, skin glistening under the sun, his waist deep into the water, and his head tilted back with his eyes closed. Kieran stops and shamelessly stares. He looks relaxed, his silver hair falling back, his eyes closed. He looks like something straight out of a dream, a wicked one. Kieran gulps, his pants tightening painfully, his entire body aching with need. He can't believe he's so attracted to that freak. It's just the rut, he tells himself. It's just the rut that's making him crave what he shouldn't. Without hesitation, Kieran grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it off over his head, discarding it at the side; his pants follow, leaving him bare and naked.

She was a very beautiful and alluring lady, with long hair that rolled down to cover her breast, she was just there on the ground, lying stark naked and breathless, with bruises all over. Bare and breathless, she lay there trembling. With her wide eyes, darting around, she checked and hoped for a saviour, she knew there was nothing she could do for herself anymore, her heartbeat drumming so fast and loud, she could not only feel it in her chest, she could hear it in her ears. And then, her fears caught up with her. The relentless wolves had already closed in on her, they surrounded her. In a swift twist, they turned into humans too! They were three in number, three of them, looking like they

Kira. "Hello, I am Aries, Caesar's cousin." Her words caught me off guard, and it was evident on my face. A relative? She is a relative? My eyes never left her face, and neither did hers with that sly grin plastered on her face as if she were amazed. The maids behind me only took their heads to the ground and did not dare to look into her eyes. They behaved as if they knew her. "So, you are the bride of Hercules?"

to be sacrificed to the Great Earth Mother. His skin was sheened with sweat, phallus jutting aggressively from the tangled mass of pubic hair, balls cushioned on the sheet between splayed legs. Karen smiled to herself as she shed her dress and knickers, seeing Sinclair’s weapon thicken at the sight of her naked breasts, slim thighs and wet pussy.

I took my phone from my black trouser pocket and went straight to YouTube to watch the video of me being humiliated. Pressing the search button, I just couldn't see the video of myself. I tried the hashtag that I saw those YouTubers use, but there was still no video of me. It was as if there had never been a video there in the first place, which both surprised and scared me. I was still looking for the video when my manager told me to get ready because my practice was about to begin. Cornelia rose from her chair and grabbed a Halter neck tulle dress embroidered with a baroque organza bodice strapped with a Taffeta overskirt on the waistline.

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.

Kira didn't reply, but instead, she shut him up by kissing him continuously while her hands roamed around his body. Derek, on the other hand, felt hard down there. His body reacted to her touch. His hands moved slowly around her body, feeling her skin through her dress, which Kira didn't like. She wanted to feel his arm on her bare skin. The only way to make it possible was to strip herself. She stopped the kiss and stared into his eyes and slowly pulled her crop top, making her front nude visible to Derek's eyes. Derek swallowed his saliva the moment he saw her breasts and pink nipples as his Adams apple popped in and out.

“Then let’s begin your first channeling.” The silk slides off my shoulders and pools at my feet. I’m standing completely naked in front of three strangers and every single one of them is looking at me with varying degrees of professional interest and personal attraction. Kiera’s eyes move over my body with the assessment of someone evaluating a sparring partner rather than a sexual one. Then she strips off her own clothes with efficient movements that suggest she’s done this many times before. She’s pure muscle and strength, with scars across her ribs and thighs that look like they came from blades and claws. When she moves toward me, the mark over my heart starts to glow red.