Kirsten Storms Nude Novels & Stories

Against The Storm By: Joel Racheal ©All rights reserved Meet Cassandra Valdez A hardworking, gorgeous, twenty-eight-year-old redhead. She is a wonderful daughter to her parents and a good sister to her brother, Jake. When she goes on a trip to Andalusia, she doesn't expect to meet Princess Emelia and is quite surprised when she is asked to be a surrogate for Emelia and the prince. Due to unexpected circumstances, she accepts the offer, little does she know the prince is no knight in shining armor.

My knees dig into the floor as I lean forward. "I—Doc." Fingers tighten in my hair, tugging on the strands. "Oh my god. Oh, shit. That's—oh my god. There. Right there. Holy shit." My chatterbox breaks off with a weak laugh, and I grin against her slick folds. My tongue strokes along her slit, still teasing and exploring. Mapping my territory. I skate around the bundle of nerves, dipping down to her entrance. Not yet. "This is... oh, wow." Legs shift, calves draping over my shoulders, and heels dig into my back. "I've pictured this so many times, Dr Storm. Can't believe you're really down there."

Her face was gleaming, and she smelled the pleasant fragrance of soap after the shower "Oh, there you are, sweetie," the father said. "Are you ready to go to bed after your bath?" "I guess so," Kristy removed her bathrobe and revealed her naked slim body. Her father opened his eyes wide looking at her middle-sized breast whose pink nipples shone with the bedroom's white lights touching them. Her pussy was shaved and pink with a soft narrow opening, but Thomas could not see more details since he looked away and closed his eyes. "Are you insane, Kristy? Go get dressed now!" Her Dad gasped. "You can't show up like this in front of your own father!"

“More like…delicate.” “Hm.” She smiled at her lap, a mischievous grin I couldn’t quite comprehend. “You know what I want, Mr. McLean?” she asked me, pulling me back into a staring contest with those flirtatious lips. She licked her lower lip, knowing she had me hooked. “I want to release some tension.” Kristen stood up and moved towards the pool. “And I want to show you that I’m a whole lot stronger than I look.” I watched in utter disbelief as Kristen turned to face me and pushed the strap of her sundress off her shoulder. Her eyes were on mine, watching my gaze hover over her porcelain skin and dotted freckles. Then she removed the other strap, so she could slide entirely out of the dress.

Krystina's POV "Damn you, Stavros!" I grit out frustratedly. If he thinks he can get away from me, sure he is nuts. I'm not just someone to messed with. No other girl who can love him the way I did. I'll do anything to win him, come what may! My eyes involuntarily darted to my phone. I took like five photos of him lying naked except his boxers on. He looks completely wasted. Then, few photos of me and him together. My head leaning on his chest and other position.

Notifications stacked up like a goddamn storm warning. Some group chat. Kayla’s friends. [New Video: “LMAO our girl’s slaying”] [Kayla’s going global] I should’ve deleted it. Instead, I tapped. The screen lit up and my world broke. Kayla. Half-naked. Lying on a sunbed near some kind of pool cabana. Bikini top flung off to the side. Legs spread wide. One man between them, thrusting deep and hard. She was moaning like a pornstar. Loud, unfiltered and completely consumed.

ast. Her let go of her mouth and started nibbling her neck. "Oh yes Storm, more." Kira moaned in ecstasy as she threw her head backwards, giving Storm more access. She has forgotten they were outside and in the view of everyone. Feeling Storm's hard on pressed against her pelvis making her moan louder than before. Empress Rose hissed so loudly.

Hearing this, Krista stood up, removing her burnoose and letting it fall to the ground, then her miniskirt, then her blouse, standing naked, her hands on her hips, a smile on her face as the sheikh smiled broadly as he unabashedly looked her up and down, his eyes stopping at her pussy, the fiery-red brush of hair above her fat bulging clit glowing even in the subdued lighting of the tent. "And are you going to give us sanctuary?" Krista asked, approaching him and reaching down for his cock, her hard, thick ruby nipples grazing his face as she squatted down, guiding his cock to her pussy and sinking down onto it with a sigh.

Her thoughts were always in front of her. She did not like Adrian. She shouldn’t be thinking of him while touching herself. Kristen knew very well that she might not like the man’s arrogance, but she loved his body. She was wet because of him. She groaned and went on to dress up, the only way ten plan would work was if she could keep her hormones in line and that was already seeming impossible. The bastard was still outside laughing at her, and she could think about was how she could jump him. “Let’s get this plan done and over with,” she said to herself and put on the most slutty ensemble that she had.

My moans get louder, ah, ah, right there, please, oh fuck, and he withdraws again. Three times. Three denials. Each one leaves me wetter, more desperate, tears of frustration pricking my eyes. By the time the SUV crunches onto the gravel drive, my inner thighs are glazed and shining and I’m shaking so hard I can barely walk. The cabin is glass and dark wood. The lake glitters under moonlight. The door shuts and the air changes, heavy, charged, electric. “Strip,” Kane orders. I pull the dress over my head. Naked. Trembling. Nipples so hard they ache. My pussy visibly glistening, swollen lips parted, clit peeking from its hood, wetness dripping in a thin line down my inner thigh.