Kira Kosarin Porn Novels & Stories

I just wanted to move on like it didn't happen, and then make sure it doesn't repeat itself. Last night I was drunk on some sexual herbs, but I won't drink again. Kira raised her hand in mock surrender, "Anything you say, princess," then she leaned in, "How was it like?" she whispered. "I said I don't want to talk about it," I repeated. "Okay," she cleared her throat, "I uhm, will be on my way soon." "Orion knows about the clip," I blurted out. "You mean the sex tape you had with Keto?" she asked as she sat down on the couch.

She threw her head to the back, and begin to ride him. Kira closed her eyes, as the pleasure was beginning to fill her up. She kept bouncing on him, while Shedrack held her waist to support her. The sound of moan, and thrust filled the room. The both of them were lost in pleasure. "Yes…. Ahhhh….Yes, please… Harder, Just like that." Kira mumbled, riding faster. They were at the edge of ejaculating, Kira threw her head back, and increase her speed with the help of Shedrack. Soon, they both ejaculate inside each other.

The toilet sat at the far corner. The sight that greeted Sebastian as he walked into the room had him licking his lips. Kira was curled in on herself, her head laying on her knees. Her hair was wet and stuck to her face and back, her caramel skin glistened with water. She was naked and so deliciously good looking. Like that, she appeared almost serene , like the worry of the world couldn't bother her, mainly because she had her own personal troubles.

I would flat-out beg for the collar around my neck, for his hand around my throat, and for his cock to be buried deep inside of me. “I’m going to fuck you, Kira.” He pinched my nipple, sending pleasure throughout my body. “And you’re going to take it like the good girl that you’ve always been for me. Do you understand?” Unable to stop myself, I whispered, “Yes.” "Yes, what?” “Yes, sir.”

Suddenly the woman leaned forward, pointing the cock upward with her hand, placing it between her boobs. “Ahh...” Sienna smiled. “Tittyfuck!” Indeed it was. The voyeur woman slid those dainty fingers in and out of her runny slit. It was an amazing scene to behold. These random boobs being squeezed and squished around this random cock; the girl lifted and lowered her body, stroking the shaft with her boobs as it were. Sienna loved it! The sight of a lean, sexy body being subjugated by a rigid penis. Down on her eyes, pleasuring the man whether he wanted it or not.

“Two years for good dick? Ten months for bad? Girl…” “I got a B.O.B. It gets me by.” “Ain’t nothing wrong with a B.O.B.,” Kira said, “but sometimes you need the real thing. Like the man meat.” They all cackled, oblivious to the fact that three sets of ears were eavesdropping from behind the partitioned wall. Knox, Kole, and Crandon were frozen in place behind the wall, listening in stunned silence. “She hasn’t had sex in two years?” Crandon whispered.

his gaze snapped toward me, “you’re not man enough to stand where I stand. Not king enough to claim what is mine.” His voice dropped, turning vile. “I could give my little bride everything beyond the horizon, starting with pleasures beyond anything she’s ever imagined or felt. I could give her so much release and ecstasy in bed, you…” “OH MY GOD, AGAIN?!” Kira cut in before I could even say a word, throwing her hands up. “Is that all you talk about? Sex, pleasure, blah blah blah…like, we get it! You’re obsessed! You’re a horny bastard. Just shut up for a second!”

he said finally, voice low, almost a growl in its quietness, “we have no choice now but to confront it.” Her pulse jumped. “Confront what?” He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer, just enough to erase the last remnants of space between them. She could see every subtle line of his face, every shadow under his eyes, every flicker of emotion he tried to hide. “This,” he said finally. “This—what we’ve been ignoring. The tension. The awareness. The… desire.” Amara swallowed hard. She could feel it now, in her chest, in her throat, in the tips of her fingers that itched for contact but didn’t move. “It’s real,” she whispered.