Tinakitten Hot Novels & Stories

Why should I give her a face? From a ticklish play, we started kissing. Katalina without warning, went for my crotch and started sniffing my cock through my pants. Her dog-in-heat gruffle sounds were erotic and very stimulating. Though she was eager to get it in her mouth, she waited for permission. “It's yours for the taking, Kitty." I declared loud enough for Ane to hear.

Kane's fingers doing wonders to her sensitive and overstimulated clit. ‎With a final curl of his fingers, she shatters. “Beautiful,” he mumurs. ‎She snuggles into him and mumbles a greeting. ‎“How do you feel Kitten?” he asked. ‎She responded, “full, sore, wrecked, used, destroyed—you choose,” to which Kane chucked proudly. “I love when you know who you belong to Kitten. you took everything well yesterday like a pro.” he said She smile in contentment.

Nick did the same thing he did earlier with his chin closer to her clit. "Ahhhhh Hmmmmm... Nick..." Kate moaned in reply. Her hands flew to grab hold of his hair and face as if she wanted to guide him where to touch her. But Nick had other plans in mind. He hooked a finger to move her panties' crotch to one side, and with the other hand, Nick spread her labia to reveal her clit to poke it with the tip of his pointed and hardened tongue.

As for the other traditions, we can find a solution! — Would you be willing to face any obstacle, Kitten? — I would be willing to do anything for you! — I say and take his mouth eagerly, but he pushes me away slightly. — Take it easy, we're just taking a shower! — Really? At that moment when you were moaning, was it also bathing? — I ask with a cynical smile on my face. — Why are you so fired up lately? — Maybe it's because I date a really hot guy, who knows how to satisfy me in many ways, and who has made me learn a very different perspective on sex than I knew... Maybe that's it! Ah... I just remembered something!

I growl into her ear, "Watch while Luka teases those perfect little nipples beneath your shirt." Katrina lets out a low moan as Luka pinches both of her nipples with his thumbs. "Do you want to feel his skin against yours?" I whisper, making sure my hot, heavy breath fans her neck as I let my finger gently brush against her clit. "Yes." She begs, nodding frantically. "What do you think, Luka? Do you think our girl is ready for that yet?" I ask my partner in crime.

My kitten was gone,never to be the same. “Does it feel good hitting against your hungry, throbbing clit?” “Ahhhyesss!” She screamed,now bouncing on my cock wildly. I couldn't take it anymore and raised my waist,pistoning into her slippery hole,her pussy gripping tightly against my cock. “Take it all,you horny kitten.” I panted, pounding upwards into her. She held my shoulders for support. “Arghhhh,slooweeerr Ethhargghh!”

The whip swings again, hitting my ass. Dropping the whip, his hand slides around the front of me, his fingers pushing again my clit. The candle drips over my nipple. Moaning, I push my head back against him. “You can choose one thing. What one thing do you want, Kitten?” One thing that I want for sure… While anything is possible on that list, what is the one thing I definitely want? “Needle play, Sir.”

he replied deadpan. I squeaked. “My little kitten is a little mouse now,” Nathan chuckled and placed me down on the floor. “I like kitten better,” I revealed. He sat in the chair by the balcony doors that faced the bed. “Strip for me, kitten.” My eyes went wide. “You mean take my clothes off?” “No strip… tease me… release that inner sex kitten,” he purred. Then he turned on the song Pony by Ginuwine. I know he’s seen me naked before, but the thought of stripping for him was a bit intimidating. I started, though, because I knew I needed to own my sexuality, and I realized how much Nathan wants and loves me.

This has to be a joke. The fabric flows down to the floor, with two giant splits exposing my legs clad in thigh-high net stockings. “You've wasted enough time in there.” Nile’s voice permeates through the door, “Come on out.” My cheeks are red. “I…I think there's something wrong with the dress..!” A delicious, low chuckle reaches my ears. “There's nothing wrong with it, Kitten. I know you look delectable in it. Come out before I drag you out myself.”

His tiny caged cock, locked in a pink steel chastity cage for four straight months now, leaked constantly whenever she even whispered about her plans. It was Cindy’s 29th birthday. She had rented out the entire top floor of an exclusive rooftop club in Manhattan that catered to the city’s most discreet high-end swingers and kink community. The venue had a glass-walled penthouse suite overlooking the skyline, complete with a large circular bed platform in the center, multiple couches, a fully stocked bar, and a raised stage area with spotlights.