Hot Short Women Novels & Stories

The hotel offers an extensive list of pay-per-view sex flixks. He choosed one called "Suck girls No. 18" He order it. The movie has no plot, just an endless series of guys cumming on chicks' faces. 10 minutes flies by. A knock comes at the door. He opened it. Franca struted by him without saying a word. She was looking sexy as ever in her tight, gray business suit and black high heels. She reminded him of Sara Palin, except with bigger tits and red hair. When he close the door behind him, She looked him over from head to toe.

I groan as we walk together to find Malison. “You mean your hot cousin?". Yeah, Gabby had a thing for my cousin. Infact, she wasn't the only one who had a thing for him. I mean, he is so hot, and undeniably, I might have a thing for him too. “He is not so hot". I sigh. Pftttttttttt, what a big lie! He is literally the hottest guy I've ever set eyes on. “Whatever miss four eyes". She retorted.

"But it seems like what you heard is a bit exaggerated." Arletta flashed her best smile. "No... no... what people say is true. You are truly handsome, Mr. Edward. Until now, I've only seen you in magazines or news articles about business. And now, having the chance to meet you in person, I feel very lucky. From here, I finally understand why women compete to be your date or partner." Edward furrowed his brow. "Why is that?" Without averting her gaze from Edward's hazel eyes, Arletta leaned slightly forward. Unfazed, she approached the CEO and whispered, "Because Mister has everything that women desire. Honestly, I've been enchanted since the first time I saw you."

With trembling fingers she reached for the hem of her rompers and reluctantly peeled them off her shoulders, her lips quivering in embarrassment as the peak of her bosom came into view. “Damn. Can't wait to see those perky tits.” Scarface groaned, unbuckling his belt with the gun pointed towards her. “Let's take her at once. That'll be so fucking hot.” The repairman suggested, his breath going ragged as he imitated Scarface's movement of bringing out their shafts. Screwing her eyes shut to snap out of the visceral images of their manhoods, tears trickled down her cheeks as her hands curled up against her fabric, refusing to let it go.

I want to pound Carina so badly that she’ll regret leaving me behind, hanging with nothing. A list of thumbnails with sexy positions and beautiful women flood before me. By just merely seeing tits and pussies before Iget hard. I scroll the screen while as I look for the best one. I stop scanning the selection when I spot a hot blonde bombshell with a body of a p**n star masturbating on the screen. I click the window and play the flick.

It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.

When she scraped gently over the surface of them his breath hissed out slowly. "Darlin', you do like to light my fire, don't you." He dipped his head to capture the lobe of her ear in his teeth, then trailed his tongue along the column of her neck. Anya shivered in anticipation. She never would have dreamed that a woman of such sexuality lived beneath her skin. Her experience had been limited and her self-esteem low, especially after Virgil sweet-talked her for the sole purpose of selling her body to the highest bidders.

He was watching her the same way he had earlier—like he was trying to understand something that didn’t quite make sense yet. And suddenly, the room felt smaller. “I do my job well,” she said carefully. “I know you do.” Another step closer—not physically, but something in the air shifted, tightening, narrowing the space between them in a way that had nothing to do with distance. “That’s not the same thing.” Amara held his gaze this time. Just for a second. Just long enough to feel the line between them—clear, defined, immovable. And yet— “I should get back to work,” she said softly.

The summer heat in the suburban house was stifling, even with the AC humming at full blast. Emma sprawled on the living-room couch in her panty shorts—tiny black cotton that hugged her ass like a second skin—and a matching bikini bra that barely contained her full breasts. The fabric was thin, damp with sweat, her nipples faintly visible through the material as she fanned herself with a magazine. Sarah, her roommate, lounged beside her in similar attire, scrolling through N*****x on the big screen. “Horror?” Sarah suggested with a grin. “It’s too hot for anything else need something to give me chills.”

she orders with a whisper and moves even closer. Why is it so hot in here? I should shut up but…Kandy says I should speak…I will speak. “Everytime when I get hard…a-and when I touch myself, I say your name and I can’t stop” I say with a broken moan before I can stop myself and Kandy looks pleased as she leans into my space. She smells like sex and sin. “Kandy, baby…” I say her name, with my voice straining and we move closer, breathing hard and heavy, fueled by our dark confessions of lust.