Novel & Cerita Hot Brunettes

It was the greatest discovery he’d ever made. Most of the girls he saw there were either brunettes, red haired or blonde. Matter of fact, there were just three blonds out of twenty girls. Hayden didn’t stop to count, but red was obviously the dominating color. He saw Jarrod walking around the place like a wallflower—lonely and in need of companionship. This was the kind ladies like to jump on. Hayden pulled back before he would be caught.

I swear that all the women here are ridiculously attractive. “Where did you find all these sexy women?” I ask Brett. “They actually found us.” He says. “Well Davina is my cousin and you brought Kaycie to me,” Darryn says. Well, these are some lucky bastards. I would love to live with all these beautiful women. Especially Kyra. This woman is something else. I am guessing she is about 5’4” since she comes to my shoulders since I stand at 6’0”. She shoulder length chocolate brown hair and these beautiful golden hazel eyes that have flakes of green in them. She has the perfect olive complexion. Her thick hourglass figure has me drooling. Damn, she is sexy as fuck. I will definitely be

She turned in another direction then nodded to someone. Another brunette emerged, another stunning beauty. With long brown hair and green eyes, she looked similar to Cassini in some ways, but those similarities also highlighted their differences. “You look lonely.” I wasn’t lonely. I was just alone. “How about the four of us get out of here?” the first brunette asked. “I’m sure we can arrange a discount.”

Not only was I not bothered by this arrangement, it made me want to make love to my wife that much more. Since I can't post pictures of these three hot women, let me describe them to you. They all are in their early 40's, are beautiful, and have slim bodies. Beth has sandy blonde hair, stands 5 foot 10 inches, with large breasts and a tiny butt. Sally is a redhead, stands 5 foot five inches, with small perky breasts and a sexy butt. Janet has black hair, stands 5 foot 8 inches, with beautiful C-cup breasts and matching wide hips.

She paused for a second, unsure of what to do before she instantly grabbed a strand of hair that cascaded on her shoulders, staring at it, hoping to confirm or dispel Leonardo's words. Brunette. Hayley's golden yellow hair stared right back at her as she brought it before her face. Confusion engraved Hayley's expression as she looked at her hair, still in disbelief. Brunette meant brown-haired, right? But Hers was blonde. Yellow. There's a huge difference. Leonardo couldn't have mixed up his words, could he? Even if he had, he wouldn't dare to taunt her in this situation?... Hold up... Did that mean? Had his plan actually worked?!

No disrespect to blondes, but brunettes will always be far more superior in my eyes. "Hey, we're having a sex party downstairs. Why don't you come and join us?" She whispered in my ear, her blue fingernails clawing at my chest. I wished they were pink or red instead. Her touch didn't have half the heat I craved from a particular brunette in mind. Unlike this blonde, just the way Rosalina Russo looked at me with those fiery hazel eyes lit my fucking body on fire. Why the hell was SHE living in my head rent-free all day, everyday?

Piolo whispered to me. "No worries," I smiled. My friends whistled while looking at the entrance of thebar so I looked up. That woman in the middle captured my eyes, she's goddamn beautiful. My type of women is a brunette, simple, and modest. She is also sexy, like the models on television. "Shit, those are going to be beautiful! Let's go and ask for their numbers," said Harold. "That one in red dress is mine," said Bruno. "Cut it out, Bruno. She's mine. She is my type," I said and took a sip of wine.

” Karen’s POV: After some time, two girls came in; one had light brown hair, while the other had blond hair. They looked around 23 years old. The girl with brown hair came to me and asked, “I have heard good things about your salon. I want you to dye my hair like my friend,” she said, looking at her blond-haired friend, who was smiling.

I watch the video intently why my mate is watching me watch what's being played on her cell phone. "Was it sluty of me that I gave you a hand job last night?"did Bobby girl ask guy, whom she has been talking to since the video starts who stop the Barbie girl as a blonde hair, a bit messy, and he's wearing a typical pink cheerleader uniform. Then another Barbie girl comes, the new character as a brunette and it's braided, on top of her head is a red french hat. She's wearing an off shoulder stripped cropped top, and a short green skirt. "Hello Blaine, hello Brittany."

It’s hot to the touch. And my skin—it’s crawly. If only we had air conditioning like at the Academy. If only I could look away from this picture, but I can’t help staring. Brynn’s hair is shiny, her diamond studs twinkle, and with her khakis and fitted button-up shirt, she looks like a grown female, the kind who works alongside the males in the High Rise. I wrap my arms around my stomach, tucking my wrist under my forearm so I can’t see the watch screen. My throat is swollen tight.