Novel & Cerita Kira Kosarin Nude

He at least had the decency to smile, a smile I wasn’t buying. Kira, on the other hand, didn't even bother to mask her disdain. She stood behind Nicole with her arms crossed, dark red lipstick perfectly intact. Her straight jet-black hair was slicked back into a ponytail, not a strand out of place. Her hazel eyes glared at me like I'd personally offended her existence, and her black leather outfit looked more suited for a nightclub than any professional setting. "This," she motioned toward me with a dramatic wave of her hand, "is what the Luna looks like now? Sleeping till noon and sulking in a room she didn't even earn?"

I turned on my laptop, deceiving myself that I needed to work, but the tab I was opening wasn't for any work related shit. Guilt pooled below my gut, my emotions waring with each other but I didn't stop. I scrolled over to the pinned video. There she was. Kira. Long dark flowy hair, dark brown eyes, sultry smile on her full lips, staring at the camera. My cock twitched. Rapidly growing thicker and faster by the second. I clicked on the second picture, her naked breasts on display, legs pulled together, big cock leaking between her thighs. Kill. Me. Now.

She'd gone without underwear for the occasion, something that Arthur seemed to appreciate. Shamira removed her hand and scooted back. "Kira, would you mind?" she asked pointing towards the top of her pants. Kira dutifully knelt and pulled them, pressing her face against Shamira's muscular ass. The vampire kicked her pants away. "I seem to be the only nude one here," she said. She grinned. "Is that how it's supposed to work? Kira, help Arthur with his --" She looked at his cock straining against his pants. "-- problem."

Her pretty mouth flew open, and I assumed she had slipped a finger inside herself. She looked so gorgeous on the video camera, and I put my hand on Ked's shoulder so he could wait there with me. "Get undressed, Kiara." I ordered, which made her eyes shoot open and stare at the camera. A naughty smile was on her lips as she stood up and pushed the skirt off, so that she was just in the mesh bodysuit and a black thong. Next, she unclipped the button of the bodysuit between her legs and, in a sexy, swift motion, pulled it over her head. Kiara bit her bottom lip as she slowly turned around in just her underwear, her sexy ass cheeks on display as my eyes loved that "yes, sir" tattoo on her ass.

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?"

She knew Zoe would still be knocked out from that hyperactive beach hangout with her dad, but Rachel always liked to check on her daughter as many times as possible just to make sure her baby was resting comfortably. When she returned to the massage room, her eyes almost fell out of their socket in shock. Kira was wearing the tiniest string bikini that Rachel had ever laid eyes on, while massaging Derek who was lying face-down on the massage table, butt naked! “What is going on here?” Rachel asked. Her high-pitched voice startled Kira and the masseuse jumped away from her client in surprise. Derek lifted his head to look at Rachel. “This is what she’s here for,” he said.

She made me wear my knee-high black boots again and lent me a gold necklace with green jewels and matching gold earrings. I have to say I did truly like the outfit and felt very comfortable in it. I had put minimal makeup on, as usual, a little mascara, and some light pink lip gloss. My lip was still swollen and still had a small cut from our training this afternoon when I took that punch. It wasn’t too bad; at least there were no black eyes today! Kira was wearing her brown curls loose as usual and was sporting a red silk dress that came halfway down her thighs, topping off the look with cat eyes and deep red lipstick. And some black open-toed heels. She looked amazing, like a true Luna.

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.

Her eyes grew wide, her pulse raced at her neck, her skin became flushed and damp, her stomach churned with the release of a storm of butterflies, and her sex flooded with moisture. “What is this place Dom?” Kira whispered shakily. “A place for you to unwind. To be yourself. To explore and discover your needs.” Dom said softly against her ear. Kira just swallowed in response. “Here comes someone I want you to meet.” Dom told her. Kira watched as a stunning woman glided towards them. She had to be one of the most beautiful women Kira had ever seen. She was black african American, her skin was like flawless, smooth black onyx, wrapped in a red leather corset and skintight black leather pants.

Darius ordered when he noticed her expression. Someone splashed water on Kiara which revived her consciousness. Kiara was glad that she still had a bra on her body at least no man was able to see her naked boobs and a black tight on her thighs unlike other prisoners in this room who were standing unclad while receiving punishment. This place is hell. "General Darius, how about we undress her completely." One of the female vampires suggested. Kiara’s head snapped up to look at Darius even though she was weak. Her eyes pleaded with him not to give in to the suggestion. "No...no...I beg you…don't undress me." She pleaded in a low tone.