Sexy Mina Novels & Stories

I was panting when I reached the end of the corridor and opened the door leading to the basement. Lalaine is the epitome of a beautiful woman. She looked gorgeous in her black sleeveless dress, moving fluidly as she ran to Sky, an unmistakable personality of an elite and a classy woman. With her, Sky didn’t need to get drunk to look at her with desire and… love.

The woman continued to scream at Arya as she inched closer not noticing the security staff that were arriving. “I didn't seduce anyone and who are you?” Arya defended herself and asked. “I'm Ryker’s fiancee and you're just his mistress! A woman who can only achieve something using her body and- hey!” The woman was interrupted when two security guards grabbed her harshly. “Let me go! You witch! You're just like your mother! After all, all she could do was sell herself for money!” The woman continued t shout without stopping. Arya was getting fed up with her screams, she was embarrassed and the odd looks she was getting from the crowd wasn't helping. Neither was Ryker coming closer to her and

Across her bed is a picture of another Naomi and Damon , a picture she took without either of their knowledge. She approaches it, a frown on her face. “Mine!” She taps Damon's face with her index finger vigorously. “Not yours! Mine!” Soonie smiles and lays down on her bed slowly, her eyes fixed on the picture. She pulls off her top slowly like she was putting up a show for the people in the picture, caressing her breast slowly and moaning softly. She squeezed her nipples gently, arching back on her bed as her second hand slipped into her panties which was soaked.

she replied, “I am only stating facts. You know you can not kill me off that easily and that’s what I am leveraging on. I will be waiting for your call anytime you are ready to get the facts checked” Leaning closer, she pecked me lightly on my cheeks before smiling at someone behind me. I turned my head and my gaze came in contact with Dominick—his face was expressionless and devoid of any kind of emotion. “You always seem to surround yourself with handsome men, Lucian,” Amira said out loud as her eyes traveled over Dominick who hadn’t said a word. I wanted to rip her eyes out looking at him like he was some kind of snack. “I will see you around”

The VIP room was small and dark, lit only by a faint purple light that made Layla’s skin look like glowing silk. She stood in the center of the room, and the three men, Marcus, Jax, and Leocouldn't breathe just looking at her. She was built with incredible curves, her waist tiny and her hips wide and heavy. Her breasts were the best part; they were huge, round, and so heavy they swayed beautifully with every step she took. The skin on her chest was pale and soft, and her nipples were dark and hard, poking out like they were begging to be tasted. She reached back and unhooked her gold bra, letting her heavy breasts fall free, bouncing softly as they were released. The men groaned at the sight

Kenji turned and saw her. Mina Lee, 28, a Cape Town fashion designer with smooth golden-brown skin, long dark hair, and striking almond eyes. Her body was a masterpiece — full, firm breasts, a narrow waist, and long, toned legs. She wore a short black dress that clung to her curves, the fabric riding high on her thighs. Their eyes met, and the spark was immediate. Kenji smiled slowly. “Then I need to see what it looks like on you again.” Mina’s lips curved. “Book two nights. I’ll show you.”

I sat wedged between Rose and her boyfriend, Marcus, feeling every inch the awkward third wheel. “You know, I’m still surprised you’re a virgin,” Rose said, leaning in so her glossy lips nearly brushed my ear. Her perfume—something sweet and floral—mixed with the sharp tang of alcohol on her breath. “When are you gonna get a boyfriend, Miles? Or at least let someone pop that cherry?”

But the asshole came out like a fallen angel. Min-a was a student at a private university in Seoul, South Korea, and an influencer model. He loved basketball and had a passion for painting. Min-a had long, dark brown hair, and it was currently packed into a loose ponytail. He was 187 cm tall, wearing ripped joggers, and a basketball jersey. He had a glorious jaw, and a high cheekbone, with the most beautiful set of natural rosy lips, a trait they both shared with their mom.