Soft Gamine Hair Novels & Stories

62 m tall but I call her Smurfette because she has a blonde hair and because of a blue glitter accident, outside to tease her since I'm taller but she doesn't care. Her hair was long and full, the roots were dark and lightened to the ends, her eyes, being a light brown, didn't stand out so much but she always had a glow in her eyes and heavy makeup that wasn't even a problem. She really had a beautiful body, her breasts were medium and she had a big ass, if she had posture and wasn't so relaxed she could be a great model.

She fought to ignore the delicious ache settling low in her pelvis. “Nope… Not wrinkled enough,” Dominic replied. “What about my hair?” Samaire asked. That would be the first thing the other guests would notice. Samaire bent at the waist and rubbed her hands through her long light brown hair. Then she flipped it back and looked at Dominic for guidance. He gave a soft laugh. “People are going to think that there was a tornado in the bathroom, Sam. Here, allow me.” He rested his hands on the crown of her head. His fingertips pressed gently against her scalp as he combed through her hair. Her world centered on his touch. Samaire bit back a moan of pleasure when she felt a sharp pull on her hair

I said before finally turning off the call. It was still dark outside. You can see from here in my room the twinkling lights of the stately houses in the subdivision of the demons. I immediately took a shower. I rubbed my body. When I was satisfied with myself, I immediately looked in the bathroom mirror. My hair is a bit long. I have a sharp nose, thin lips but I am proud becaus its super red. I look like a woman. I look like Mom. That's why I didn't often use my make-up kit back then in my previous missions because just wearing a wig was okay.

Everyone murmured as no one knew that name. They opened the doors and the young man appears, he is tall with long wavy reddish hair, his manly face with intense black eyes; although he is quite handsome his expressions are cold and dominant, his frown a little frowned and serious, his eyebrows of the same tone bushy but not exaggerated, what most captivated me was that red hair as intense as the fire or the sunset, I must admit that it is quite attractive that shade of hair so interesting, so much so that the maidens were more perplexed at his appearance, although personally Satoshi for me is more attractive, I'm just curious about the hair and his gestures so serious.

Gabriel is a demon disguised as a handsome man. Gabriel put my feet back down, then raised his face. His hair, similar to almonds in spring, moved slowly as he fastened the seat belt to my body. Gabriel has a rather long and voluminous hairstyle. Every time he moves, a few strands of hair fall in front of his forehead. This adds a charming impression to his figure. Damn! He's twice as handsome with this messy hairstyle. Gabriel is a mix of good and bad boys coming together to form a mysterious figure.

She gathered up all her thick masses of hair in two hands. With her long, slender fingers, she grabbed a double handful and tossed it over my face. Moving down my body, she dragged her hair over my chest, my stomach, my groin, and down my legs. And back again. It was an incredible feeling - so soft, so luxurious, so sensual. Her hair, her gorgeous long thick platinum blonde hair was her instrument of giving pleasure, all for me. Sweeping over and across my bare skin, her hair was alive, heavy, thick.

Sage half apologized and explained. “They’re cute, but they’re coming off.” I smiled, pulling them and the fishnet stockings down next. Jackpot. The bulge I’d felt in the car and saw as I’d been undressing Sage was not all material. I’ve sadly had that happen. It’s not bad. It’s just disappointing when they happen to be smaller than anticipated. Sage certainly delivered on size. I cocked my head, looking at the light blonde pubic hair. The carpet doesn’t match the drapes. However, I still didn’t know if their purple hair was because Sage was a hybrid or their choice.

He preferred to have his package on the back of his neck rather than on his face. I felt fingers in my hair and smiled softly. I loved those gestures. They made me feel special. Cute things made my toes curl. My skin crawled and I sank deeper into her thighs. I shouldn't have started touching my hair. Now I wanted to keep it as a hair- stroking slave (if that ever existed). - Don't do dirty things back there - G's hostile voice made my eyelids flutter open before they fell of their inertia - Speaking of dirty things. Sweetie, I don't know any name of erotic literature writer that begins with Samantha.

He was combing his hair as he walked, trying to put some order into his still wet black waves. “I think I should’ve had a haircut before I came,” he grumbled. Genie disagreed. His hair was wildly attractive and compellingly touchable the way it was now. Combined with his naturally olive complexion and that shirt, his overall look tonight was deliciously and sinfully sexy. When he glanced up to find her standing stock-still and staring at him, Genie adopted a casually thoughtful expression, as though she was studying his hair at his behest. “Actually, it suits you like this,” she said carelessly.

Gemini’s POV Oh my goodness, this is gorgeousness overload, was the only thoughts running through my head when the other hunk appeared out of nowhere looking so dark and delicious, I was first struck by how identical they were but also somehow desimilar, like the brooding one has blond curly hair that he wears messy as if his hands has run through it multiple times, while Nate had brown hair which he styled neatly and put together. My my, now I understood why people hard such racy things to say about him, he was just hot in a pull your panties down now kinda way while Nate was hot in a let’s take it slow kinda way.