Nana Visitor Sexy Novels & Stories

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.”

slowly I walk up to her and grab her shoulders, I feel her tense up and I start to massage her, her skin is so soft and she is so beautiful, by god I was horny as a kid "I called Natalia but she didn't answer and I didn't know if you would answer if I called you. what did you do?" "Is that her, Gabriel?" Ana's question doesn't surprise me, she is so sincere and doesn't mince her words, I like her, I turn her around until I have her face to face and I get closer feeling her breasts close to my chest, small, pretty I could swear she had beautiful nipples, I look into her eyes trying not to lower my gaze and shit I have to focus on the subject. Her legs and hips were screaming for my attention,

I informed the gate security of Nat's room to only let the immediate family to enter. Natalia rolled her eyes,blushing furiously. "Why, Zita bear are you jealous?" Zita scoffed. "Huh,jealous and me.Etienne is not my type." Nat and I looked at each other. I got up from the bed and move towards Zita confidently. "Wow,Zita you look beautiful today.Red suits you well."I winked at her. "Umm...m".She blushed profusely. "Not your type right?"I said huskily.I was teasing her.

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.

I kissed him again, soft and lingering, then slipped off the bed, my bare feet silent on the hardwood as I headed downstairs. The kitchen glowed warm under the evening light, and I froze mid-step. Nana sat at the bar counter, her elbows propped on the polished wood, a glass of amber liquid in her hand. She looked up, her gray eyes sharp, and I crossed the room, sliding onto the stool beside her. “You’re quiet,” I said, tilting my head. “What’s up?” She swirled her drink, the ice clinking softly. “I’m quiet because I’m wondering about you, Liv. How’ve you been holding up these nine months—shuffling between two men, two mates?”

"Tell me, which one makes you drool more?" Ana's voice dripped with seduction, her words laced with a playful yet intoxicating allure. With a subtle tilt of her chin and a smoldering gaze, she exuded confidence, embracing her newfound role as the temptress. Ana deliberately spread her legs apart so Richard could see her soaking wet cooze.