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Cover Artist, MARTINE JARDIN
Publication date: July 15th 2008
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I followed the sounds until they became increasingly
louder. I halted mid step when I found them on the bed in another
room. I gulped, taken aback at the sight of Kahanu on his belly, his
stiff cock poking to the side, legs spread as Nohea fucked him like
he was taking no prisoners. Kahanu’s ass rose to every single
thrust, crying out as Nohea pulled out and plunged back in again in
a savage display of sheer ownership.
“You think can bring that little bitch whore to our bed and get away
with it?” Nohea asked. His hand was at Kahanu’s neck, holding on for
support as he plunged back inside him again.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Kahanu whimpered, as he took increasingly
harder strokes.
“Gimme that ass, bitch, give it to me…that’s it.” Nohea was
relentless.
I must have gasped because they both turned to look at me.
“Nohea…Are you angry he brought me here?” I asked, wrapping my arms
around my now shivering, naked body.
“Katie…baby…it’s just love games, baby.”
Kahanu was wild-eyed. I couldn’t keep my gaze off his muscular ass
rising to take the internal beating he was thoroughly enjoying.
“You want to make it better for him?” Nohea grinned.
“Can I suck his cock?” I asked.
“No. His cock is mine right now. Just watch and tell him how
beautiful he looks getting fucked.”
Kahanu’s gaze was on me. “Let her have her cock. It belongs to her,
too.” His voice raspy.
“Not yet, bitch. I want her to see how hard you come when I’m
fucking you in the ass. Look at his cock, Katie. Oh…man, I’m gonna
come. Kahanu…” He pulled out, gushing fresh cream and putting his
cock right back into Kahanu’s insatiable ass.
“You better come, bitch, or I’m sending her home.” Nohea slapped
Kahanu’s ass. Something registered with Kahanu because Nohea was
pulling him toward him by the belly, drilling him deeper and harder.
He didn’t even put a hand on that raging cock and Kahanu, whose arms
went up to encircle Nohea’s head in a passionate embrace, came,
shooting hot, sweaty cream all over the sheets.
“That’s better, bitch.” Nohea pushed him down on the bed. Kahanu was
breathing heavily, still joined by the ass to Nohea’s body.
“I expect Kimo has the same problem with Lopaka.” Nohea stroked
Kahanu’s neck and back.
“What problem is that?” I asked, still trying to absorb what I’d
just seen.
“He fucks his man like a bitch in heat all day long and he still
can’t knock him up.” |