Nana Visitor Sexy Novels & Stories

His bodyguard followed him in a distant. Yaze give a massage to Lexter Montero for an hour. Sex will never be left out after the massage. Yaze had to satisfy the unquenchable thirst of Lexter for sex, until he was fully satisfied. Nana saw Yaze coming out from Lexter's room, walking slowly to go downstairs. She pity her so much as Lexter made her a sex slave. "Yaze, there's not much to. You can stay in your room." Nana said. Yaze walked back and went to her room.

CHAPTER 85 CASTLE WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Nana nodded her head and greeted Augustine politely. She then ushered them to their seats and asked for their order. Allana thought she was a worker here but one of the waiters walked to them and called Nana.

She muffled her mouth full, attempting a conversation. “My nana,” Theo blurted with a fond smile curved on his lips. “She was an excellent cook.” “I don't doubt she was,” Alicia admitted. “This tastes heavenly,” she confessed shyly. Theo chuckled. “Then you should try my lasagna. Xavier says it's orgasmic.” “Xavier is the brother?” She asked curiously, wanting to know more about her baby daddy.

Unfortunately, the captive woman was able to finish off her second visitor, so she was left unsatisfied. Shamira lost track of the next hour, but she was visited by everyone still in the house at least once. She had orgasmed two more times, swallowed multiple men's seed, and was dripping more down the inside of her thigh. Her face felt sticky from all the female expenditures that she had coaxed forth. She knew Renata wasn't there, and she thought Banshee and Reaper were both off on business, but that left Shane, Monique, Raul, Bjorne, Lillian, and Clara --

Jabal went back to his seat and the game continued. It stopped in front Kelly and Lucas. “Truth or dare?” Kelly asked. “Hmmm Dare” “Dare you to kiss any girl here for 40 seconds” Nana’s eyes widened “you kiss any other girl and you are dead!” She said to herself frowning. Her heart started skipping when he walked towards her. He gave her a knowingly look. “Why me?” She rolled her eyes. “Because it's you I like” He answered and slammed his lips on hers.

So he has to know even just a little, and then I could teach him gradually. “That would be hard to find here, I must say. We could get all sorts of good looking guys, but not the businessman type,” Nana said. I looked out the window and saw the sun was almost out of the sky. “You should get back. People would start looking for their boss.” A tired smile was all I could offer her. “Thanks for today. I really appreciate it, Nana.” I hugged her. She tapped me on the back. “You’re always welcome, dear. Don’t worry, there’s still tomorrow, and more guys in the house are getting interested over this mystery job you’re offering to them. But of course, I wouldn’t let anyone shady get to you.”

Focusing on her face when I knew that there was a sweetness just below her abdomen was impossible, so I stopped trying, and gave in to looking at her pussy instead. "Let's talk about the bitch some other time. Come have a taste of this." Nanisca said, and dipped all five of her right fingers into her pussy, forcing more slimy fluids out. My dick which had become flaccid wasn't flaccid anymore. It was aroused and hard now, and ready to explore. Nanisca's finger moved deftly in and out of her pussy while her eyes were fixed on mine. My eyes were fixed on her fingers and pussy which was as enticing as fuck now.

Each piece there carried memories of submissive bodies, of pleading voices, of moans between pain and pleasure. But as I walked through the space, memories did not surface. It was Kyra. Her mouth compressed when she apologized. Her eyes always fleeing mine. Her soft voice, so easy to bend. It was her I saw bound to the chains. It was her voice I imagined saying "yes, sir." Just like when she calls me Blackthorne. I needed to end that. I could not allow a nanny to consume me. I then chose a woman from the club. Brunette, light eyes, similar to her in an almost sick way — or truly sick.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

The way she looked at me when she thought I wasn't watching. I let out a low growl and unleashed a flurry of punches, my adrenaline spiking until my vision blurred. I needed to forget she was in the next room. I needed to forget the sound of her laughter. The door creaked. I spun around, my chest heaving, my hands still poised defensively. Nina stood there. She looked like a vision I shouldn’t be having. Her hair was messy from sleep, falling over her shoulders in dark waves. The silk of her sleepwear clung to her curves, the pale purple fabric nearly translucent under the bright lights. She seemed small, delicate, and utterly breathtaking.