Novel & Cerita Pretty Girls

I don't want to seem like I made an effort because he might know that I wanted to be with him tonight. I pull out a black skater dress. The top part is tight and gives my breasts a great look. Thought we didn't wanna impress. Shut up! I walk over to my vanity to do some light make up. I fill my eyebrows and apply some mascara and nude lipstick. I put on some nude flats and look at myself in the full body mirror. I look cute. Like a school girl. I put my hair into two buns just for the fun of it. Deciding that I look good enough, I grab my phone and walk down the stairs.

In a large black sofa, Cliterella was being seated, the whole room was painted black and dim red and purple lights were enhancing the darkroom. "Start..." she said softly and the girls started dancing, shaking their bodies slowly and seductively. Blair was just sitting there with a straight face when anger boiled down in her veins recalling the talk she had with Sierra. The twp girls then caressed their bodies... they were wearing a pushup bra and a G-string panty. The girls kissed each other sucking their tongues out. "Come on, make me horny..." Cliterella said and the girls faced towards her and pulled their bra and the breasts were sprung free, pointed and hard.

"Sure, polite. Got it." She dressed deliberately. Her softest black tank hugged her curves like silk, showing the arch of her waist and the generous curve of her breasts. She paired it with snug jeans that framed her hips and long legs. Her dark curls were tamed into a high ponytail that bounced with every step. She bit her lip in the mirror, spritzed the faintest vanilla-amber perfume on her neck, and smiled. She wasn’t just going to drop off herbs. She was going to be seen.

But instead of mockery, Riley's gaze lingered on me hungrily, her full lips parting slightly while a few others chuckled. Someone dared a girl to chug her drink. Dares escalated slowly at first – stupid stuff like singing badly or doing push-ups. But the energy shifted. A couple kissed sloppily in the middle of the circle. Shirts came off. A girl stripped down to her bra amid whoops, her skin glistening under the dim lights.

they all giggle like a bunch of school girls. Kill me now.

The three young girls, Lily, Mia, and Ava, found themselves in a foreign land, far from the comforts of home. Desperation had led them to this point, with their wallets empty and the weight of the world on their shoulders. In a moment of desperation, they had decided to try their hand at acting in p**n, hoping it would be a quick way to make some much-needed cash. As they approached the sleek, modern building that housed the p**n studio, Lily's heart raced with a mix of nerves and excitement. Mia and Ava exchanged nervous glances, but they all put on brave faces as they entered the lobby.

People just like pretty girls. I won’t say our society is doomed. I have more faith in people than I should. I turned to face my best friends with a huge grin. “Soooo what do you think?” Chiara shoved a bunch of tiny pretzels into her mouth and gave me a thumbs-up. “Hot,” she said over a mouthful. Classy girl. Jade whistled. “You’re gorgeous, haven’t I always told you that?” “Thank you. And yes, jade, you’re always right.”

I’d seen it once — in a photo in Eden, my moms old shoebox, the one with all the people she’d hated or fucked or both. Sabrina, age seventeen. Standing next to Caleb. Smiling with a hand on his chest like she didn’t realize what it looked like. Maybe she did. Maybe she’d been trying even back then. Now she was wearing that same skirt again. No tights, legs smooth, no single shame. I didn’t say anything. I just walked in behind her and reached for the coffee. I made sure to press in close, chest against her back, bare thigh brushing hers. She froze but stepped away.