Kitana Baker Nude Novels & Stories

I asked. “Tsunade,” he replied automatically. “Who is that?” “The fifth Hokage,” he replied. “She’s got great tits, so there’s that.” “You’re an idiot, Beck Ryder,” I said, rolling my eyes. I was getting ready to slip out of the room when I saw a photo sitting quietly on his nightstand. It was the picture of a beach, with a bright blue sky above. And Beck was in the picture, probably sixteen at the time, shirtless and sunburnt with a man and woman beside him who looked so much like him, I didn't even need to ask.

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.

He never came off to her as that kind of person, but sitting there dressed in the half-length sleeve compressor top, the only thing she could think of was the way her nails had dug into his muscles while she begged him to let her cum. “Planning to run again?” Damian asked, finally breaking the long thick silence. Kira snapped her head in his direction, and when she did, she realized that he was the only person in this room who hadn’t seen what she looked like without clothes. How pathetic of her to hate them, yet want more from them. “It was your fault that I tried to escape,” she finally replied with a pout, taking a seat in the presence of her hungry predators. Yes! They are predators! Eve

When she pulled off with a pop, a string of spit connected them. “Come closer,” Lena said softly. “You can see better from the couch.” Kira moved on unsteady legs, perching on the edge of the couch just feet away. The scent of them—musky arousal and Keith’s clean sweat—made her dizzy. Keith pulled Lena up and untied her robe, letting it fall. Lena was gorgeous naked: full breasts with dark pink nipples, soft stomach, shaved pussy already slick. She straddled Keith on the couch, facing Kira, and sank down onto him inch by inch. Both women moaned at the same time—Lena from the stretch, Kira from the sight.

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.

Renowned artist Lucian Vale, is a 42 years old perfectionist with a dark reputation. He needs the perfect muse for his most provocative collection yet. When 23 years old aspiring model Joshua Hart walks into his private studio, Lucian knows he’s found more than just a body, he’s found raw, uninhibited inspiration. What begins as classical nude poses quickly spirals into explicit, boundary pushing sessions filled with erotic poses, intense oral worship, masturbation, and eventually full gangbang scenes orchestrated by the artist himself. In Lucian’s world, art and lust are inseparable, and Elias is willing to surrender everything, his body, his limits, and his pleasure to become the ultimate

I wasn’t starting to like this ass was I? “Is that what I look like when I’m thinking?” Ari joked. “You don’t look constipated though, you look like a cute librarian frowning. A cute and very naked librarian. You just need the glasses.” I saw his eyes go down again and linger on my breasts. “My eyes are up here.” I said, pointing to my face. “Goddess, you’re perfect, Kyra. I know I need to focus more on the inside, but it’s really hard when you’re standing in front of me naked. Your body is just as amazing as the rest of you.”

Kane stood directly in front of her now, so close she could smell his clean, masculine scent. “Interesting,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “You wrote an entire pornographic fantasy about your professor. And then submitted it as coursework.” “I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, mortified. “It was a private document. I must have copied the wrong file.” Kane tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. “Do you touch yourself while writing these stories, Lila? Do you imagine my cock stretching that tight little college pussy while you finger yourself at night?”

Whether it was photography… or design… or anything she decided to touch. She didn’t just do it. She mastered it. A faint smirk tugged at my lips. I swiped to the next slide and the air left my lungs. It was Chris. But not the Chris sitting across from me. This was a side of her I’d never seen. She was captured in a bikini that left very little to the imagination. Her teeth sinking into her lower lip with a look of pure provocation in her eyes. Her hands tracing the curve of her butt. And her breast,

“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.