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Four of them stood facing the hallway but one had his back towards me. “How are they so hot? Why are nerds always so hot Tina? But my standards cant stoop so low, eh.” Ava whined and I chuckled. The girls were beautiful. One of them had a bob-cut hair style, her eyes were bright green, you could almost see the forest in them. The other one had wavy hair that rested against her back, her eyes were hazel. Both of the boys were equally handsome, tall and dark brown hair.

He loved to see them moan and cry, tremble and pulse… And now, 3 cute sexy hotties, graced with perfect bodies, were at his service doing whatever he wanted to see, 3 of them: a sultry blonde, suntanned brunette and puffy ginger were having fun in front of him, a blonde was sitting in armchair with legs spread wide and fingers in her cunt to masturbate, while ginger one was lying on her back, and hot brunette settled on her, moving her hips like if she was gonna fuck this slut. Their clits touched one another what made them moan repeatedly, the brunette was kissing her partner’s neck, face and lips, then, very slowly, she moved down her stomach, after then when her tongue touched ginger’s pu

She was speaking so faintly but I heard her pretty clear as if she’s just speaking right beside me. “I don’t care. He’s way hotter than all of the boys in here combined.” The other brunette giggled. “I know right. He’s a ten out of ten.” The blonde giggled back. “Do you think he prefers blonde or brunettes?” The brunette asked. “You know what, why don’t we take a race. First to suck his…” “AHEMMM!!!!!!”

When we are all close, I see that the girls are all beautiful and different from each other, two are blondes, one redhead and one brunette. “What's up little sis?” Bryan asks as he hugs the blonde who waved at him. So, this is his sister, Ness, you can see some similarities, like the green eyes and blonde hair. “Yes, you are, now let me go.” Ness pushes him. “Friends, this is my sister Ness, this is Liz.” Bryan indicates the other blonde. “This is Sarah.” He indicates the redhead. “And this is Rayka.” Bryan indicates the brunette. I can't help but notice that she looks angry at him when his name is spoken. If the brunette is beautiful, I imagine that smiling must be even more beautiful.

My entire world, in one go. Quinn and Dee reported a skinny, sad looking brunette, drew maps of the setup. She has short brown hair, same eyes as me. Dee’s eyes shimmered with tears as she described the bulky, cruel men and the scrawny, drunken villagers who were paying to use the women. When she mentioned seeing needles and drugs, I had to walk away.

This must be what people mean when they say they would rather breathe the air rather than drink it. I was grateful that I wore my hair in a high ponytail and off my neck. The heat and humidity made my skin feel sweaty and sticky and Gloria’s wild hair was French braided in two braids, but it didn’t stop her crazy curls from framing her face in wild flames. Her normally light cheeks were bright red with the heat. The only one of us that didn’t seem fazed by the heat was Bren. The crazy girl had her hair down, but I did notice a ponytail holder on her wrist. No doubt her hair would be pulled up before noon.

my friend called. A tall, well-dressed brunette looked us up and down with a big smile and said yes, thanking us for holding the doors. For a second, I thought we wouldn’t all fit—there were only three of them, all handsome, well-groomed, and smelling great—but their energy was so loud, it felt like we were a group of twenty. "Are you sure we can all fit?" I asked. "Sandra, maybe we should wait for the next one?" "No, beautiful, we’re fine," the same brunette said, then paused, studying me with narrowed eyes. "Do I know you?"

“I’ve been doing all right–having fun, studying, and all that stuff, nothing major. But I’m really having a great time in my fashion courses.” “That’s good, sweetheart.” “Since I started my modeling class, I was blown away by the fun facts of the trade.” “Oh, yeah?” I asked. “What have you learned?” “Did you know brunettes use cocoa powder to wash their hair?” “Really?” “Yeah, it takes oils out of the hair without damaging it.” “You think it’ll work for me?” I asked, and I had the pleasure of hearing Needy laugh like my little girl again. “Dad, I think you’re not the type to worry about things like that.”

the brunette gets up from the floor, holding his side. “I’m not going to tell him, but you’re done offering yourself! Then try proving that you’re the one whoring yourself out here, not me! What, you don’t have anyone to screw?!” “You know that’s never a problem,” I see the brunette’s gaze drop to somewhere behind my back, and he smiles in satisfaction. “Speaking of which. While we haven’t found your missing girl yet, I’ve got some wonderful girlfriends.” Turning around, I see two long-legged girls walking toward us, smiling seductively and eyeing us up. Fine mares—one redhead, one brunette. You can tell they’re skilled in every way and know a lot.

She moaned against him as he spoke softly against her ear. "I don't like blondes at all. I like brunettes with green eyes and large breasts. With intelligence and wit, with strength and the ability to hold their own. I like women who know what they want and take it. The ones that won’t hit their knees for you until they've forced you to hit yours first. What kind of girl are you, Beth?"