Makima Pose Novels & Stories

Here's the translation: "Look to the left, then pose," the photographer ordered, and Maica immediately followed. Denver quietly slipped away to head to the changing room, where it was quiet and he wouldn't be disturbed. He felt tired, but he knew he couldn't mess up his plan, especially since his future was at stake. He took a deep breath and leaned his hands on the large vanity table. He bowed his head for a moment and thought. After a few moments, he felt arms wrap around his waist, making him startled and look up. "Good job, baby," she said.

Maybe I belonged here. The rest of the session was a blur of sweat and repetitive motion. Amara was a hard taskmaster, pushing us until my muscles screamed and my shirt stuck to my back. She didn't offer much more praise, but she was thorough. She corrected my hand placement and made me repeat the same pivot thirty times until it felt natural.

She grinned briefly. "Okay, let's get one of you bent over and looking back. Just like that... so hot," Camille commented. She put her through a dozen more poses and finally had her on all fours on the ground, her hair splayed over her back and Kelly looking smolderingly back at the camera while she had her hips low to the ground and her thighs spread out widely. There was an incredibly tantalizing view of her pussy and her deliciously round rump. The pose made her want someone to come and shove a cock in her, though the thought of the act made her blush again.

Why so slow to pick up simple instructions of this model we got? I took off my coat and let it fall to the floor. Only the black long sleeve see through was left on my top, revealing my flawless body to the audience. I took Lea's place earlier and put one of my legs on the chair. I curved my body, showing to the camera my perfect crescent hips. Glancing at the camera with my seductive eyes, I turned my back while facing in front, butt out while my knee popped on the chair. Two hands are slanted on the armchair as I want my butt to do all the talking. And finishing the pose with my fierce-look.

Bima touched his own throat, feeling his pulse still racing wildly beneath his fingertips. "Do you see that, Bim? Beautiful, isn't it?" The deep, raspy voice emerged from the darkness behind him. Arka stepped into the mirror's frame. He wasn't wearing a shirt, only black basketball shorts hanging low on his sturdy hips. Arka stood directly behind Bima, creating a lethal, visual contrast. Arka’s broad, athletic shoulders seemed to completely swallow Bima’s slimmer frame. Arka’s veiny skin looked remarkably dominant as he placed both of his large, calloused hands firmly on Bima’s waist.

AMALA It's been three days since I've agreed to do the training. As long as Finrel is physically present to prevent Marie from sabotaging the preparation, I can continue doing this without any worries. However… “Splendid, Amala! You did great!” Marie fakes her applause after I demonstrate the perfect kneel. According to them, this kneel is essential the moment the Alpha will make a declaration for the whole pack to hear. If anything, the pose is easy for me, given my street performing background.

You understand that? "I will teach you just two for today." She said, giving Rose a naughty look. "The next one is Splitting the Bamboo. You know how sometimes after a hard day, the last thing you want to do is strap on your chaps and ride your way around the bedroom? Well, rest easy, cowgirls, this Kama Sutra sex position is your friend. I repeat, it's your friend! Start by lying on your back and having your partner get on top of you to assume a missionary position. Then raise one leg and rest it on their shoulder up by their head. Keep the other leg stretched out on the bed. You’ll find that with one leg in the air, penetration with a penis, finger, or sex toy will feel a lot deeper. If yo

Malkia gestured for Mwajuma to step forward. Mwajuma moved to the center of the balcony, the heavy iron-shale armor moving flawlessly with her broad shoulders. She looked out over the sea of faces—Kesi, Nia, Binta, Chausiku—all looking up at her with absolute, unwavering trust. "Mwajuma, the Earth-Breaker," Malkia proclaimed. "Kneel." Mwajuma dropped to her right knee, the heavy stone of her gauntlet resting against the polished wood of the balcony. She bowed her head, exposing the thick, muscular column of her neck and the dark collar resting there.

"I had my wound tended to by your medic." "It looks somewhat inflamed," I pointed out. Miyako's eyebrows flinched. "Yes, starting right here," I kissed her big toe, "and here," the first toe," and so on. Miyako was strong in the enduring, athletic way of all competitive (and combative) gymnasts. She patiently held her standing split pose until I tired of the pretense, and the neck crick I was working on as I licked her vulva, and pulled Miyako's sex box up to my face.

"It’s a fact. Hold that pose, Mia. Feel the stretch in your hips. Deepen it." I do. I sink lower, my muscles trembling. "Good. Now, lower your knees. Wide. Child’s Pose." I drop to my knees, spreading them to the edges of the mat, and sink my hips back toward my heels. I stretch my arms out, pressing my forehead into the rubber. It’s grounding. Safe. "Stay there," Echo commands. "But you need support. Grab the pillow from the couch. Place it under your chest." I hesitate, then reach out blindly, dragging a throw pillow onto the mat. I slide it under my torso, resting my cheek on the cool fabric.