Unkempt Hair Crossword の小説・ストーリー

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” She flops into the chair with a huff. “I knew you’d hate it.” Reaching over, I run my fingers through the rough cut. A natural blonde like me, Heather has butchered her long locks into a terrible above-the-shoulders bob with streaks of black and red throughout. “It looks like a prison haircut.”

After that everyone is silent and tries to think about a solution but one uninvited guest who’s barging in here seems to not understand. “Excuse me… but why are all of you so down like.... the world would end tomorrow?” A sweet voice of an unfamiliar guest with a voluptuous body, beautiful face, and golden hair like a seductress. Her long hair bun at the top of her head with just a small simple robe that used to tie the small package. Her seductress-like charm has been mitigated a lot because of her uncaring attitude about her own appearance.

“Yes, you knucklehead. Take a bath and tidy your hair since you stink. Your bedhead is quite filthy.” After he finishes speaking, I have a disgusted grimace on my face. Is my hair that disgustingly dirty? I hung up on the call and turned off my phone as soon as Chase left the premises. I looked at myself in the reflective surface and was embarrassed by how unkempt my hair was and how greasy my face was. Yes, I was so ecstatic that I have forgotten to brush my hair and wash my face. I smelled my breath out of curiosity and nearly screamed when I realized how nasty it was.

Carrying a lot of sorrows, all chimed only one thing, " Nothing awful, should occur " A lady on a chair, Intertwining both palms and ending her uneasy eyes, mumbled under her breath. She appeared to be nervous and afraid. Her hair is trash. Arranging, she draped herself under a bun. And, the face had wrecked up. Anyone could tell she had been hauled from bed.

She smirked, satisfying herself after a long session of beholding Hazel and praising her before digging useless lacks inside her. After some time she saw that Hazel got up. She removed the scarf from her head, got up, folded it up, and put it in the cupboard. Her gaze then fell on her brunette hair which was very delicately twisted loosely into a bun. Some of the long strands dangled through the sides of her face, kissing her cheeks. They were always wild and willing to touch her cheeks.

They were soft but tangled. I ran my fingers in her hairs but it stopped midway. I felt a little frustrated with the knots and started sorting them unknowingly. She had long and heavy hairs, a few sweat buds started forming on my forehead because I took a challenging task. The more and more I was trying to sort them the more they were getting tangled. How girls manage their hairs?

Again. Jim watched, silent, as Emma’s hair fell in dark clouds at his feet. Her fucking gorgeous hair, so thick and warm, was every man’s fantasy. Every time he had looked at it, all he could think about was grabbing handfuls of it. And it was all gone in just a matter of a few minutes. Kat stepped back. “All done.” Emma sat and looked at her reflection. With a hesitant hand she touched her head, ran her fingers over the cropped hair remaining. She looked at Jim.

"Oh dear, that will never do. I don't want that mess covering my cumdumpster's cunt." Using his power, he caused every hair below her eyes to fall off her body. She would no longer have arm hair or leg hair. Never have to worry about any hormonal hair over her lip or on her chin. All the fine hair on and around her ass and pussy all fell to the ground. "Mom, sweep up all this hair please while I finish showing Mrs. James how much of a cumdumpster she is for me.