Kitana Baker Nude Novels & Stories

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.

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,

The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Kiana had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet. Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff c*ck or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog – ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him.

Beneath her gown, Katie Medina, GHS's now-former It girl, was completely and totally naked. It was all of her almost exactly like I, and any hetero male at GHS, had imagined. (And we had all imagined.) A little bit thin, a little bit tall, and every single last piece of her about her just so goddamn cute you wanted to fuck it individually. She was almost the exact midpoint between Tabitha and Taylor. Tall, but not towering. Thin, but not skinny. Dark roots, but the bulk of her dyed pale blonde. Toned, but with all sorts of well-placed curves. Big tits, yet almost exactly one hair shy of being so big they distracted from the rest of her. A habitual smile from a lifetime of people who'd been u

"It's a great look for you. It's just a complete arsehole to draw. It's why we often draw or paint nudes. Less work. Fabric is hard" "I suspect you're giving away trades secrets." She glanced up at me, amused. "Maybe I am." I watched her, noting how hard she was pressing on her hands. "Cait?" "Yeah," she muttered, distractedly. "I could always... you know." "What?" "I could always be nude, you know." She paused for quite a while, then coughed. "I'm not going to deny that it wouldn't be a whole lot easier. But... Jenny... are you sure you're comfortable with that?"

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.

She stammered, averting her eyes, clenching her canvas and hiding behind it, “They’re going to be…na—naked?” Cattleya smirked, seeing her getting so flustered. She looked so adorable. “Haven’t you painted nude models before?” She baffled, “It wasn’t like… like that!” She seductively asked, “Mmh… Like what?” She let out a frustrated cry, “It wasn’t so damn erotic!”

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