Sasha Lane Teeth の小説・ストーリー

I felt helpless. "It's nice to finally formally meet you Channing. Tate's told me all about you," she greeted with a smile. The crows feet under her eyes picked up with her grin and her olive skin creased in the corners of her mouth. Her short brown hair was styled in a pixie cut along with a pair of chic eyeglasses. I can't believe she's able to beat Tate and Cristian around like they say she can! "I-it's nice to meet y-you t-to-too Luna F-Frances," I sputtered. Her smile faltered a bit. "Hon it's just Frances. You're the Luna now. How are you feeling? Are you in pain. I can get Dr. Geeson in here," Frances said quickly.

Tina said with the same calm attitude from earlier. Sasha on the other hand is fuming. She didn't miss how red and swollen Tina's lips are. "You s*ut, if you think that I don't know what you are doing here, then think again. Look at how dishelved you are, as if someone just used you to their fill before kicking you out. If this is the way you live here, I wonder what your dad has to say about this" Sasha tried to intimidate Tina by mentioning her father whom Tina is scared of.

Her hands flat on Ansel’s naked back. Sasha bit her lower lip as fists solidified on her side. Yet she kept her flames within, chained around her soul. Her former bestfriend whirled her childhood bestfriend to face her, and Sasha’s eyes widened when Klea clutched Ansel’s face and kissed him.

Sweet birch and pine assault me as Princess Sasha makes her way around my black SUV. She looks as if she just ended a photoshoot with a high-end magazine. She is in a tight but modest knee-length red dress. She has wavy blonde hair that reaches the middle of her back. Her legs are long, and her bust is full. She might be young, but her body is all woman. Someone clears their throat, and my mind snaps back to attention. "Welcome to White Crest, I am Alpha Ben, and this is Luna Chelsea," I recite the line before meeting Sasha's big brown eyes.

Louis face turn crimson red realizing who the woman is. She was dressed in a blue crop top and green tight pant, her red hair neatly plaited into a ponytail, her ocean blue eyes shining, and she put on a light make-up on, she looks absolutely gorgeous. Sasha Mack twenty six years old, the owner of ISAB fashion store named after her friend and chair woman of XANADU an orphanage for children, she's also the fiancee of Micah codds. "How's that monkey ? I can't believe you guys came after a long time and went straight to the office" she said smiling.

“Of course I am, baby.” “You sure? Your grip loosened on my hair and you didn’t exactly seem into it like earlier. Am I doing something wrong? Is there something you don’t like? You can tell me. I rarely suck off guys, but I know I’m not that bad,” Sasha complains and I shift against the wall as my fingers thread through her curls. My lips turn in a tiny smirk when she yelps as I pull her hair back roughly. “Like what?” I whisper to her. She smiles. No. She practically grins, telling me that’s exactly what she wants. “Yeah, just like that.”

Sadie teased, tickling her side until Sasha squealed. I trailed behind, shaking my head with a smile. “Careful, Counselor. You’ll spoil her more than Misha does.” “Impossible.” Sadie straightened, balancing Sasha easily on her hip. “That man gives her anything she so much as looks at. Last week he bought a pony plush the size of my couch because she pointed at it in a store window.” Sasha giggled. “It’s Sparkle.” “Of course it is,” Sadie said, kissing her cheek.

Xander asked, his voice a bit calmer. Sasha's eyes darted quickly to me. "Don't look at her," Xander said, turning her chin toward him. "Look at me. What did they say?" Tears welled up in her eyes again. "Sasha, knock it off!" Xander said. "You're a wolf, for heaven's sake! There's no excuse for you to be afraid of your own shadow! Now, tell us!" "Okay." She squared her shoulders, her tears stopping abruptly.

Blake smelled her orgasm and fought hard against the want had also however heard the car pulling in snapped to his sense and swore. He gently removed his fangs, licked/sucked the wound, and pulled himself off Mackayla with a hell of a lot of reluctance. "I believe Sasha is home" he whispered to her. Damn she tasted like fucking distilled sex, she's too damn innocent, and he was in for holy hell, where all thoughts that crossed his mind.

It was Sasha and two other girls that were pretty and well groomed too. ‘‘Heeeey, Cage,’’ Sasha greeted before her eyes danced around all of us. First, she looked at Barbra in amazement then me before changing her facial expressions to that of disgust. After her eyeballs had danced around all of us, she straightened herself for no good reason, and assumed a posture that was both prude and rude. ‘‘I hope her rancid and terrible breath didn’t make you nauseous,’’ she commented while looking at me then back at him.