Mileena Kane Nude Novels & Stories

Pale eyes locked on me. He didn’t stand. Just watched. I stood there naked, collared, wrists tied behind me, cum from the brothers still dried on my inner thighs, belly carrying their child and felt every inch of exposure like a physical touch. Kane tilted his head. “Elena.” His voice was the same as through the speaker. Smooth. Low. Almost kind. “You look even better in person.” I swallowed. Throat dry. “Let me go.” He smiled small, slow. “No.”

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?”

Mathilda explained. "No! She is lying. I didn't kill her and what proof she has." Athena was confident that without any proof police won't touch her. "I have all the proofs of your illegal supplying of drugs and killing innocent children." Celestine nodded her head to Brad and he plugged the USB into the big projector. It was a short video clip where she choked a 10 years boy to death and threw his body to the wolf. The big screen flashed with photographs of Athena taking money for drugs and dagger in her hand.

She hadn’t posed for any of the photos and Kelley had to stop himself from crumbling the mouse in his hand. Kelley closed the pictures and folders and erased where he’d been on the internet. He had more than enough to take his plan in another direction. JenCorp’s shares were selling fast but Hanson Chadney still had to buy in and big. He had other problems to take care of now and that was finding whoever was taking the pictures of Milana. The asshole had to get up close and personal for some of the pictures. Some of them were of her undressing, meaning the asshole had been on her balcony.

Beside her, Ada gasped sharply and Ryan whispered a horrified, “Shit.” From across the room, her eyes met Camille’s, and the corners of her eyes twitched when she saw the smile Camille was wearing. Then, Camille tilted her chin toward the stage. Against her better judgment, Mirena turned. The massive screen on the stage was bright with a photograph. Not just any photograph, but a nude image of her, displayed for everyone to see!

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.

Colt dismounted like he’d hopped off a buckin’ horse and clapped Kane on the back. “Time for double trouble. I’ll be back.” He stumbled from the room with his bottle. Then Kade noticed not only was Kane naked, he already wore a condom. Jasmine sat up. “You guys really are identical.” Her gaze lingered on Kane’s cock. “In every way.” “Do you know how unbelievably fuckin’ hot it is how much you love givin’ and takin’ pleasure? Very few women are so uninhibited. You’re the ultimate fantasy woman.”

Arianna read her passcode to Dom Kane who unlocked her phone, hit record, and aimed it at her. "Now, show us the plug in your ass, whore." He told her. Oooh fuck! I've wanted this for so long! Fuck it! Arianna faced away from him, bent over and pulled her thong to one side. One of the men cheered when he saw it. "Dirty fucking slut," Dom Kane shouted. "Get on your knees and crawl here." She did as she was told, sinking down to her knees in just her underwear. She even looked and smiled at her phone as she crawled over to him.

The announcement sent shockwaves through the dark web. “Kane Sisters – First Joint Stream.” Over 2.3 million viewers flooded in within minutes as Sophia and Aurora stood together in the center of the studio under harsh red lights. Sophia stood behind her little sister, her hands possessively gripping Aurora’s narrow waist. The air was already thick with the sweet, musky scent of feminine arousal and warm skin. Both were completely naked except for matching silver collars. Sophia’s body was a battlefield of past use — bruised thighs, bite-marked breasts, and heavy tits already leaking thin, warm streams of sweet milk that trickled down her skin. Aurora’s was still fresh and untouched — perky

a high pitched, familiar voice gasped. It was Mia. The nosy, chatty brunette from our class stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide, taking in the scene of me with my top pulled up, tits out, skirt around my waist, and Professor Kane on his knees with his face buried between my thighs, fingers still deep inside me. “Shit.” Kane pulled back quickly, wiping his glistening mouth. His massive cock strained hard against his slacks. I tugged my top down, heart pounding.