روايات وقصص ضمن Chicas Calientes

Other girls in our class suddenly begin to swarm around me like bees who've just spotted a flower. They keep asking stupid questions like my surname, best color, opinion on our class and senior boys, and the list goes on. It's either they're trying to know more about me or get some personal info out of me. when they all leave, "You've got to be careful. "Johan says, and I raise a brow at her. " With? "I question. " The girls. Many of them will act to be your friends, but trust me, there are winter witches in our class especially.

Elara asked carefully. “He didn’t even read them.” Selene laughed bitterly. “Oh.” That single word carried so much fury inside it. Selene leaned her head back against the seat, “He was with Chloe,” Another silence, then Elara cursed viciously. “I’m going to set his building on fire. I need to set his building on fire, and as for that bitch...I'll first tear off that tongue of hers, then I'll...” “Please don’t.” “No, actually, I think this situation calls for arson, and a crazy amount of blood-spillage,”

💦Shared Ride, Shared Heat💦 “Fuck, it’s hot tonight.” I fanned myself with my hand as I climbed into the back seat of the Uber Pool, the Miami night air thick and sticky even at 11:45 PM. My tight black mini dress clung to my curves, the hem riding high on my thighs from the movement. I had been out dancing with friends, but they’d paired off with guys at the club, leaving me to head back to my hotel alone.

Cassidy burst out laughing. “His pooch! Oh that’s a classic!” Cassidy said breathlessly. Calypso shrugged with an innocent smile. “What? I couldn’t think of a better word.” Cassidy shook her head. “You are an evil little girl Calypso Henriques!” “I plead the fifth,” Calypso smirked. “WHOA!” new voices joined the lounge. “Hey girls!” Calypso smiled. The girls were changed into shorts and tanks with their bikinis under.

the girls cuddle my arms and hug me, “Oh, honey!” There are plenty of hot chicks in this house, Victor was the one who invited all of them, but I happen to know some of them. The girls surrounding me, Cassandra, Daria, Laetitia, Naomi, Tiffany… I knew them from the last few parties Victor threw on my birthday. They are supermodels, and they are not just gorgeous and sexy, they are sweet too! They are just like clones of Henrietta! To be honest, earlier, I might have felt a little reluctant to show up at the party, but now I am glad that I came. I am feeling so happy to see my kind here! I mean, Henrietta’s kind!

she teased. After last night she couldn't even imagine going to bed with anyone older than she was anymore. Mitch was older than his years with a toned body and incredible stamina. She felt as if she should growl like a cougar, the nickname for older women who paired with younger men. Now she knew why they loved it so much. And she hoped now that he could see her in in the light of day Mitch would not feel differently.

But to my surprise, she responded in an extremely gentle manner. Casually, she said, "I can help you if you want it. I'm your wife. What are you afraid of?" I felt the tension leave my body immediately. I waved my hands repeatedly, saying, "No, that's not necessary. Let's get back to watching the movie." The scenes on the television became increasingly explicit, to the point that my entire body began to burn with heat. Then, out of nowhere, I felt a warm and snug sensation of being enveloped down below. It came with a sucking motion, accompanied by something slick and tender sliding all over me.

I countered, trying to sound sensible. ‎Cami threw her phone onto a velvet cushion. “*Boring*,” she drew out the word. “Look, this is Madrid. You’re single, right? You need a palate cleanser. Something to remind you that men aren’t all lying, unfaithful pieces of trash.” ‎

“I don’t feel that good today. Can you tell Lacy that I’ll skip tonight? I have this shitty feeling that I’d puke on some asshole’s dick, if I do the round today.” Gia talked over the phone as she paced in her mini kitchen, only clad in a thong and fish net bra, she shook her ass to the tune of her favorite song, RODEO by LAH PAT booming softly from her speaker. "You have fine luck today. Lacy also called in sick. I’ll make sure you don’t get a spank on the ass tomorrow.” Rachel chuckled.

she asked, ending it with a chuckle — mocking and obvious. I knew exactly why she asked. I still answered, because the thrill of putting her in her place was worth it. “Yes.” I tipped my chin up, trying to look condescending. They shared a look. I glanced around again. “Now, where is he?” I asked. Another girl snickered. “He can’t possibly date you.” I pursed my lips. Oh, two-faced bitches. “Have a good time in believing or doubting,” I said dismissively, brushing past them. I was not in the mood for chit-chat with girls who thought they were better than everyone else.