Kitana Baker Nude Novels & Stories

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.

No, Lou could not hit Kit out of jealousy and drown her in the Thames, because he knows perfectly well where she is, with whom and what she is doing. What's her name, Keith? Full name, surname, age, special signs. - Kit, Kitsune - this is a nickname ... - Tom gave her real name, described her appearance, then realized - there is a photo, as much as you like. And on his phone, and just on the network. The sergeant chuckled meaningfully, looking at her image, and asked: — Drugs? - Not! - Tom felt that he was about to break loose and destroy half the site here. What fucking drugs? She doesn't even smoke! Two cocktails for the whole evening!

His heart was racing as the steps were coming closer and closer then finally he saw someone he never thought could do this. "Surprise! Surprise! How was your nap doll face?" Satanika asked as she folded her hands. Satanika wore a back tank top with a black sweater on top, black miniskirt with black net stockings and black sneakers. She packed her hair pony with a part of her hair sticking out in the front and added black and purple streak ribbons to her hair. "You! You're the killer?" He asked as his eyes widened. Satanika took the chair that is facing him and laid on it.

She drank two glasses of ice water before grabbing her jacket, opening her laptop, putting on headphones, and forcing herself to focus on the artist profiles on the screen. Just as she was starting to calm down, the bathroom door suddenly opened. Killian walked out wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, water droplets trailing down his sculpted abs.

When he removed his boxer shorts, bending just enough to reveal the strength of his legs and the curve of his ass, Jaiyana’s cheeks flushed—but she did not look away, drinking in the sculpted lines of his body. Once fully nude, he turned his head over his shoulder, whispering, “Don’t be afraid. We won’t hurt you.” And in a heartbeat, the figure of a massive white tiger, striped in black, shimmered into existence before her. Jaiyana jumped slightly at the sudden transformation, her pulse racing—but she stayed rooted in place, curiosity and trust holding her fast.

Rita says. “We don’t have to do anything neither of you are comfortable with,” I say, but Lena is already pulling her hoodie off and exposing her gorgeous, ample breasts. Rita helps her out of her bra and kisses her while squeezing her breasts. I pull my shirt off and Lena’s eyes widen as she takes in my muscular tattooed and pierced form. Her eyes trail down my body and I see lust swirling in their depths. SHe gestures for me to join them and I step closer, trapping Rita between us and pulling at the hem of her shirt, which she allows me to pull over her head easily.

Encouraged, I bring out the sketchbook lying on top of the others and flip through to the first page. A gasp escapes me as I stare at the picture staring back at me. It's me... completely naked. It is a picture of me lying down on a bed, one hand cupping my breast and the other between my legs with my head thrown back and a look of utter pleasure on my face. I flip to the next page expecting to maybe see the nature drawing that Lorenzo talked about. That's not what I see. Instead of a picture of a bird or a waterfall, a picture of me wearing just a bra and seated on the countertop at the beach house is what I find.

“Are you ready?” Katrina asked, standing in a room filled with smoke as some pop music plays in the background. She cast the black fur coat she adorned aside, revealing a very short black top and mini skirt. Then she slowly began to take them off as well, even her bra and panties. “Well, fuck me!” Santiago exclaimed at the sight of her birthday suit. Fully naked, Katrina was truly a sight to behold. Her figure was immaculately sexy, if that made any sense.

“Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—” “Calm down!” She laughed, cutting her off. She could clearly see Nelly’s shock and concern, and she appreciated it. It only proved how loyal Nelly was to Phillian. “I didn’t strip in front of just any painter, so chill.” “Then who—?” “Your boss painted it. I posed for him, silly.” Nelly’s eyes widened even more, her face baffled. “Oh, of course, you didn’t know.” She gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

They say as they turn to me and I had heard Raff joke they weren’t little, but compared to their petite size their cock is enormous. “How does someone so tiny have such an enormous dick?” I ask in disbelief. “Easy, I’m a kitsune and I’m special,” they giggle, unbuttoning the shirt and throwing it aside as they pull it off with lightning speed they have a shibari harness that leaves their little pierced breasts exposed and their pierced nipples ready to devour.