Wanita Mempesona Novels & Stories

That woman began to walk up but Davis stopped her to move further. Porishma looked at that woman again and observed her features. Her eyes were like an ocean, long slender neck and hands, slim body that held perfect curves in short Perfection. That woman was the epitome of perfection. Suddenly that woman looked at Porishma and asked her, "Who are you?". Davis's holds were tightened on Porishma's waist. "I am-", Porishma was about to introduce herself but that woman cut off her and responded with an evil smirk, "Oh wait I know who you are?".

“You’re right” Indra assented. “I didn’t find these out” he continued. “She did” Indra stepped to the side. With his body out of the way, Mane was able to see the lithe figure that stood behind the strange god. It was a woman. She was dark in complexion and had long wavy hair that cascaded down her back like a beautiful waterfall and stopped slightly below her slim and slender waist. Her hair fell onto her buttocks, yet even these beautiful strands couldn’t conceal the glorious arc of her buttocks. Although she wore a long robe, it did little to conceal her wonderful shape, only serving to exaggerate how amazing her curves were. The bulge of her chest was evidence of how well-endowed she was

she replied. She had some wicked curves. She wasn't a tall stick figure like half the women he usually met. Instead she was petite, very rounded with the kind of full curves, generous hips and lush breasts revealed in the tight singlet she was wearing. She wasn't putting on anything fashionable but still his heart pick up its pace and his recently dormant cock came awake in his pants. The woman was sexy in a way that women didn't seem to allow themselves to be sexy anymore. Her looks, however, merely started the fire in his gut. Her untouchable, out-of-place demeanor stoked it until it almost engulfed him.

Once she explained the model, the land that would be needed, and all the figures, everyone in the room was not only satisfied but completely delighted with her professionalism and her beauty. Wanda, who had a very elegant and gentle demeanor, moved with grace and sophistication. She was aware of all of them looking at her. Her seduction had been perfected over the years along with her presentation. Her only thoughts in the back of her mind were about her plan and how it was going to be a pleasure to make this one come to fruition. Her eyes stayed on Donovan most of the meeting, only glancing around the room to keep from being obvious. The man was absolutely gorgeous. Her heartbeat constantly

The woman smiled gently. Yasmin was rooted to the spot with astonishment. Her gaze went from delight to disbelief. She stared at them. The woman wore a light-colored, demure dress, and she was beautiful. Her long hair was glossy, and her eyes were bright. She exuded a cool yet bewitching air.

"This… is me?" The young woman staring back at her in the mirror had something more—something Etiennette did not remember possessing. This woman had the glimmering beauty of snowflakes. She had eyes bright and dazzling like diamonds. Every feature of her face was perfect. She had the look that could either heal a nation or start a war! Etiennette's beauty had always been exceptional, but now it seemed almost unreal. Her ethereal allure had reached new heights, captivating anyone who laid eyes on her. It was an enchantment that left people helplessly infatuated.

In this case, my wet dream. My wife is a beautiful woman, named number seven of the top ten of the most beautiful women in the world by several magazines but Aurora? The woman takes my breath away so effortlessly. I'm not saying she's the most beautiful woman I've been with because there’s no doubt I've been with beautiful women, some like her and others different but equally if not more beautiful than her but they always lack something, and in this moment, she too lacks it. Setting the bottle down I veer back to Aurora, slightly shifting in my seat. “Who says I want you naked, just yet?”