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I was ready to see some teenagers or something close to it. Instead, my eyes landed on mischievous brown eyes. A light amount of makeup highlighting her eyes, cheeks, and lips that I’ve been longing to kiss for days. Her long black hair was neatly pulled up into a traditional updo, with red and white flowers that match the kimono that hugged her voluptuous body. “Yūri…” I managed to breathe her name in a whisper.

I stopped when the door of the bakery opened, Luxian and I both looked at the person. There saw a Woman who is in five-foot-height, with a rosy skin and an aurora pair of eyes, she has a little mole in the side of her aurora downturned eyes. She has a perfect jaw, an average eyebrows, reddish lips and a bit thick eyelashes. Her body is slim and she has a pierce in her nose and so many minimalist tattoos in her arms and neck, her hair is wolf cut brown hair. She's wearing a black crop top with a brown coat and a black pants, paired with her black high heels. She also has a black sling bag. She also has black headphones in her neck. The woman is gorgeous and has a black cat vibes.

I took in every detail, my eyes tracing the contours of her form. Her attire, a tight pencil-black skirt falling just past her knees, paired with a white top boasting bell sleeves. Her dark hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she wore unadorned black flat shoes. There was no hint of makeup on her face. Her skin was unembellished and enchanting. I could sense the gazes of a few men, their lustful stares enraging me. Someone might meet their end today. Anis’s confused voice broke through my thoughts. “Ahem... Sir?”

Carmen laughed as Camila pushed her away. "Is Seth gone yet?" The kitchen door opened to reveal another maid. This one was beautiful, very beautiful she could be a model. She had long blonde hair and bright grey eyes. She was tall and wore a short and baggy shirt that spelled "Demon Slayer" with an animated character on it with a sword.

I licked my lips and my pussy grew moist as the needs of the flesh took control of me. He suddenly got up, and walked out of sight. I groaned in frustration feeling cheated. as I was turning away he just as suddenly reappeared in the room and began working out again. In the doorway a tall, slender black woman loosed her hair from the bun on her head. Her long, silky black hair fell along her shoulders to the middle of her back. She gazed upon the man as he pushed the weights up and down. She too admired his brute strength.

He had short black hair with streaks of grey running through it. The second was a tall, slender woman with the build of a top class model. Her long legs were wrapped in a tight black pair of leather trousers that made one wonder just how she was able to move in them in the first place. She wore a short crop top, exposing her pale belly and her adorable belly button. And her long black hair stretched all the way to her thighs. The third was also a woman. She was just as tall as the first, but more curvaceous than her. Her hair was cut neatly into a low fade and she chose a knee-length skirt over her counterpart’s trousers, exposing her dark toned beautiful legs and an angel tattoo on her calf

I'd be a liar if I say I've not been tempted to leave this shit of life behind, but except for my mom's investigation, a certain girl is holding me back. A certain fierce black hair girl with hazel eyes. Ashanti. I've never met a woman who is intriguing as her, she's different and a badass. There's just something about a woman that can handle her own that is so fucking beautiful. If I had my choice, I'd bend her over and eat her out, get on my knees and worship her cunt like the beauty she is. “We've got something information concerning the burnt warehouse” I spun around at the sound of my most trusted man's voice.

I can tell she's about to kiss me, so I reach out to meet her halfway with a smile on my lips. I make myself blink, but the memory fades once more. Perhaps the reason is that they're usually blonde. I go to the toilet to get dressed and wash. I wouldn't normally leave at six, especially after finishing a bottle of whisky and without having eaten anything. But I've never let it stop me before. Maybe I ought to try a brunette. Amanda "Thirty minutes." My eyes shift from my reflection to the woman with dark hair, dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt, a slim knee-length skirt, black flats, and two braids that rest flat on either side of her neck. Dan's voice catches my attention.

PARADISE II KENYA POV “You uncultured swine!” I smacked Anna’s arm, frowning at her beautiful face. She looked like the woman everyone with a vagina aspiered to be. Long black, shiny hair pulled in a tight bun on top of her head, a black dress that hugged her perfect latino body, revealing that plump ass no amount of plastic surgery could afford. Her skin almost glowed in the dark, happiness radiating hot from her. She was happy; and that humbled me to docileness.

I shout, marching over to rip her a new one. As I lock eyes with the woman, a shiver runs down my spine. She appears to be in her twenties, with flowing black hair and piercing white eyes that seem to glow. She's wearing a simple, black maxi dress with a low neckline that highlights her fair, generous figure. I can sense everyone's aura in here but hers. A wave of recognition washes over me, causing me to freeze in place. It's her. It's the Moon Goddess. Or at least the form she has taken.