Sasha X Mikasa Novels & Stories

Zella “We need to talk,” Sasha said, wringing her hands together. Isaiah pressed a kiss to the side of my head. "I'll give you two some privacy," “Thanks, Uncle Zay,” She mumbled. Once we were alone, Sasha's eyes filled with tears. I quickly sat by her side on the couch, holding her hands. "Sasha, hey, what's wrong?” "I know you were telling the truth," she mumbled. "About Anthony. About him kissing you, not the other way around."

Sasha’s followers scrambled to do the same for her, but she shoved them aside and stomped up to Mia. “How dare you touch me with your filthy skin?! Do you know how much I spend on skincare?!” Mia calmly shoved a finger into her ear. “Can someone turn down the volume on this banshee?” A crowd began to gather. “I said I was sorry,” Mia offered, brushing herself off. “I didn’t see you.” “Oh, please,” Sasha snapped. “You did it because you’re jealous!” Mia’s head snapped up. She let out a flat laugh. “Jealous? Of what? Your layered makeup that still can’t hide the three rounds of Botox you’ve denied for four years? Or that adorable squeaky voice?”

The prospect of a significant token of appreciation only served to reinforce her belief in the power of their collective purpose. As their paths had intertwined in this extraordinary journey, Sasha and Monica had developed a profound understanding and connection. Their shared destiny had brought them together, uniting their efforts in pursuit of a greater cause. Now, Sasha's promise of a substantial reward further solidified their bond, a testament to the trust and appreciation they held for one another. With their hearts full of satisfaction and a shared determination to continue their respective journeys, Sasha and Monica bid each other farewell. Monica carried the weight of Sasha's promis

I blinked at her. “See who?” Sasha let out a slow sigh without even looking up. “It’s Mikhail,” she said flatly. “The Delta of Thornmoon. Elena has been obsessed with him since forever.” I frowned. Mikhail, the cruel one who I was sure hated me now. “That is not true,” Elena hissed, offended. “It is completely true.” Sasha said, completely ignoring us as she grabbed a syrup from the cabinet. Elena locked both hands around mine like we were sharing a secret.

I walked over to him first and took both his hands in mine. “This is your real gift, Dominic. I planned everything. But only if you want it. If you say no, I close the door and it’s still the best night of our lives.” I went to the door and opened it. Sasha stood there looking like a real pure temptation. She wore a long black coat that reached her thighs. Her makeup was perfect, lips painted red, and her eyes sparkled with excitement. She smiled warmly at Dominic, then looked at me with that familiar heat we had shared during our secret planning talks.

Seriously, how old were these people? "Who do I look like?" Sasha asked. "Grace." Makaria answered. "I'm Sasha, not Grace." "I know, you are Sasha," Makaria said with a soft smile. The guards immediately came rushing into the celebration and intended to attack Makaria. Everyone else was also on high alert, ready to attack her anytime soon. Rayla looked anxious but Makaria was calm like water. Before the guards could attack her, Sasha raised her hand stopping them. They immediately halted on their steps, watching her with a frown. Makaria smiled at her and Sasha at the moment felt no bad energy radiating out of her.

Sasha got up and took me into her mouth, making sure she got every last drop of my sperm. When she was done, Sasha lay snuggled up against me, her naked body pressed to mine. After a few minutes, Jessica got up, covered up both with the sheet and bedspread, went and washed her face, and then came back and kissed us both on our foreheads. "That was the hottest thing that's ever happened to me." She said. "I hope I see you guys again sometime. I'll leave my number." After Jessica had left the room, Sasha gave me a kiss on the cheek. She'd wiped the cum from her face on the bedspread, but some of it was still matted her hair.

Sasha smirked, watching Lina leave before making her way to the hospital's rear entrance. The area was deserted. She calmly wore her mask and arrived punctually for her meeting with Kasey. The cafe adjacent to the hospital was tranquil, with Kasey already seated by a window. Spotting Sasha, she waved enthusiastically. Sunlight poured through the window, casting an unusual gleam on Sasha's golden mask, which seemed to dazzle Kasey. "Sasha..." Kasey began hesitantly, "When can we do the compatibility test?"

Sasha stood up before walking over to him, settling down on his lap, she began moving her ass slowly, straddling him and making sure her ass touches his d**k. "F**k" Dylan muttered, lowly and she continued. "Time up" Mavis said after exactly one minute and Sasha stood up from Dylan's lap before going back to her seat, Mavis faced Dylan. "How was it?" He asked. "Good" Dylan breath out. The next bottle from Sasha got Carina. "Truth" Carina said. "Virgin or not?" Sasha asked. "Virgin" Carina replied. Woah!!!!! "Nice" a guy said and Carina faced him.

he growled, hand fisting her hair to arch her neck. “I’m his,” Sasha rasped to the room. “Only his.” Victor rewarded her with a brutal pace that had her toes curling, another climax building impossibly fast. When it crested, he pulled out and spun her around, forcing her to her knees. The troupe closed in. Cocks, fingers, the slick silicone of Lila’s strap-on; they painted her face, her breasts, her tongue with release until she glistened under the harsh fluorescents.