Invincible Debbie Hair Down Novels & Stories

I let out a low groan, my hands instantly moving to her waist to keep her steady as she sat astride my hips. Debbie reached down, gripped the hem of her large grey shirt, and pulled it entirely over her head, flinging it away as she sat there bare-breasted. Then, she leaned down, her fingers grabbing the waistband of my sweatpants and boxers, and helped me push them down past my thighs, flinging them anywhere on the floor. I was hard as fuck, my length standing straight up against her stomach, glistening with a bead of pre-cum at the tip.

After a few seconds, she flopped down on Ivy's bed again and flailed her arms and legs in the air like she was fighting a very hated enemy. Since Deborah was only wearing a short-sleeved hanging blouse and a pair of denim shorts, the skin on his arms and legs were exposed, the smoothness and lack of scars or any blemish made the sight blinding. But of course, if her complexion was compared to the black-haired beauty next to her, she would appear two levels lacking. Ivy munched on her food while rocking her chair. The creaking sound it made annoyed Deborah. The blonde woman got up and stared at the other fiercely.

he whispered against my cheek. “I’m learning from the best.” I felt myself smiling once again. * * Half an hour later, I snuck out of the hospital suite after Brandon was sound asleep and I had to force myself to keep my eyes open. As I had expected, Debby was sitting inside her mom’s car in an oversized t-shirt and shorts that looked like something she would usually sleep in and her hair was pulled up in a messy bun at the top of her head. Good thing she didn’t appear to be as sleepy as I was, considering it was nearly nine at night.

The simple things— She greeted her neighbors whom she had became acquainted to a little while back. Struggling to find her keys in her bag, she let out a relieved sigh when she felt them. Opening the door to her apartment, she heard giggles. The only thing she could think was maybe just maybe it wasn't what she was thinking. "I love when you speak Spanish..." Debby heard. "What can I say? I get that a lot, can't say you're the first." The woman giggled. Coming into view, Debby saw a woman with a jet-black bob cut... a few piercings here and there. She was laying on Eric's naked chest. Debby could only let out a gasp.

Debby vigorously blew dry her hair, and the loose neckline of her robe exposed her delicate collarbones, her eyes conveying affection and suggestive glances at Arvin. She was seducing him.

Debra rose from the piano and bowed, her hat tumbling off as her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Gasps echoed through the crowd as they took in her striking appearance. The light makeup on her face didn't weaken her beauty. On the contrary, it made her stand out against those heavily made-up socialites surrounding her. She exuded a fragile beauty that was both breathtaking and alluring. Yvonne froze, shock etching her features as she realized Debra had come down so quickly. With calm confidence, Debra approached Drake. "Mr. Lowe, care to join me for a dance?"

As soon as they got into the living room, Debbie run to Robyn with her arms open wide. "Aunt Roby, are you going to protect me from bad guys too?" Robyn looked around at the others with a confused look. Layla just nodded and smiled at her. "Yes my princess. I will protect you." Debbie hugged her even tighter and would not let go till they sat down and she started stuffing her face with marshmallows. Robyn mouthed a thank you to her friends. The last thing she wanted was a sweet girl like Debbie seeing her as a violent person.

"No, I don't want him. I can't trust him. I believe he will hurt me like before." Debra let out a sigh and said, "Babe, you need to calm down first and... OH MY GOSH!" Debra's loud voice caused Ava to turn her head to her. She noticed Debra's eyes were fixed on the jacket. Ava lowered her head, noticing that the jacket had moved away from her neck, leaving her neck exposed. "What the hell, man! So many hick-mmmmn." Abigail got up quickly and pressed her palm against Debra's mouth.

It was the first thing he thought of by looking at her full jet-black hair. "Thank you," Debra whispered. It was the second time he complimented her beauty which made her insecurities lose. "Can I touch it?" Kevin asked politely, more like asking her not to refuse him. "Huh?" Debra narrowed her eyes at him which made him chuckle. She was cute and funny. "Just your hair." He brushed away her misunderstanding. She just nodded. There was a feeling deep inside her that wanted his touch but she couldn't admit it. Maybe, it had something to do with what Ketra explained to her.

She was too tired from the alcohol and exhaustion. Debbie lit a cigarette and leaned on the sofa to smoke. She looked at Vivian who was sound asleep after her smoke. There was a smile on her face. She started to kneel in front of Vivian after a moment, and she chanted something in a low voice. Spiritual energy started to move in the room, and Debbie started to shapeshift. Her body started to soften like a snake. Then, she slowly slithered onto Vivian. Her body became thinner too, and she wrapped herself around Vivian.