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Then, my eyes popped up. Damn. I couldn't see a single fucking hair down there. It looked so smooth and... Pink. Did someone apply lipstick on my lips down there?！ The tender tissue of my vulva was directly touching the cold, hard surface of leather. I felt more naked and embarrassed than ever. A girl took up a hairdryer and started to blow my hair. "You've got a beautiful mane," the girl said with admiration. "I'll cut your hair to shoulder length first. Then, after Jeremy brings your nightgown, I'll do a classic French roll for you."

“You should.” Fang finally looked back at him. “But…” The hall quieted once more. “If that lowborn can prove she has value beyond merely being your mating partner,” Fang continued, “then the Sabre Pack will acknowledge her.” Hevian’s face contorted. He knew his father was playing a dangerous game with him. At the expense of Una’s life. “What are you suggesting?” Hevian asked. “A battle of Luna candidates.” Several elders immediately stirred. Fang folded his arms behind his back. “What do you think?”

“Nana is still on the market and she will be out for a while. That’s for sure!” Lirah stares at the girl once again. But this time, she acknowledges her presence and observes her. “W-who are you?” “I am Joanne…” the girl said after taking a step toward her direction. Joanne has this weird black makeup under her eyes which she couldn’t imagine would suit anyone but her only. “Ah, this?” she asks while pointing to her hair. “This is called wolf cut. This haircut is popular nowadays, so I tried it!” Joanne has this weird ash blonde in several strands of her hair, the perfect upward eyebrows suit her well, she also has double eyelids and a little fat chin, which makes her cute even if she has th

You're too lovely for your face to be like that," Avilana said me as I lay on the floor of the shop where she works. 'It's nothing serious, I'm just looking to get a haircut,' I explained. Then I sat in front of the mirror and looked him in the eyes while leaning against the wall. "Ha, why are you doing this?! Lesley, please be considerate. "You're going to cut your lovely hair, aren't you?" she said, looking at my hair in disbelief. It's a naturally occurring brunette. I'm fed up with having long hair and the time and work it takes to blow and style it.

Lena withdraws the blade, wipes the blood with a black cloth, applies an ointment to the wound that sizzles, cauterizes, leaves a white, permanent mark. The right breast. Same gesture, same cut, same scream, same blood. Then the thighs. The inner thighs, where the skin is most sensitive, where my fingers have so often caressed, penetrated, possessed. Lena cuts, a fine, deep incision, blood flows abundantly, covers the altar, flows onto the black stone.

"I told you, Isabella. Behave, and you remain Mrs. Rossi. But you touched her. You crossed a line." Sophia looked up, tears sparkling. "Can I... can I make it fair? Can she feel the shame I feel?" Vincent didn't hesitate. "Of course." He turned to the bodyguard. "Get a doctor. Now." My blood ran cold. "Vincent! I'm your wife!" "An eye for an eye, Isabella," he said, his voice chillingly calm. "You should have thought of that." I was forced onto a gurney. The doctor examined me, then looked nervously at Vincent. "Mr. Rossi... your wife... she's... physically fine. This procedure would be... purely symbolic, but deeply humiliating."

"Stop!” “Why? Losing these pretty strands might finally teach you a lesson, you won’t be so arrogant.” I thrashed against her grip with every ounce of strength I had. But two more of them pinned my arms, locking me in place. “Don’t please!” My voice cracked. No! Not my hair. I had never cut it since becoming Luna. Every Luna bore her long hair as a symbol of her mate’s victory. And Kallias had never allowed me to cut it.

Chelsea had worked with Elliot for years, and not once had she heard of this woman called Shea. She noticed that Shea had a hime-cut hairstyle, and she was wearing a pink puffy dress in that missing person's poster. She remembered the time Avery pulled a prank on her. She could not understand why Elliot had gotten so mad at the time. She finally understood why after looking at Shea's photo. No other woman, save for Shea, had a haircut like that. Shea was special. No one could imitate her. Tears streamed silently down her face. Chelsea raised her wine glass and downed its contents.

We had decided we both always wanted to own a shop of some kind, and we'd both been discussing ideas all day it's been crazy fun. Next, she says we should hit a beauty salon and get a makeover. Brianna pays and leaves a big tip. Im having so much fun for once. im not even upset she's spending so much money as we head to the next place. Where she tells them to make us beautiful. The lady says that won't be hard and Brainna laughs. The lady who gets me says she's not gonna do much. She trims off the dead ends and gives me a slight layered cut, barely taking off any length, which is great because I love my long hair. Then she decided to do loose wavey curls, and after that, she did my makeup. W

Good; she hadn't lost it yet. "Would you mind if I held your hand and stroked your head while Lisa is spanking you?" "No, Mistress. I'd enjoy it." I sat on Lisa's left side and when Rose went over her lap to be spanked, Rose's face was near my cunt, smelling me, smelling ripe female. Not a bad plan when dealing with a lesbian. I held her right hand with my left and stroked her face with my right. Lisa started the spanking. I signaled her to go slowly, drag it out.