Novel & Cerita Zelina Vega Sexy

Zelena finally noticed our presence, and she jerked back with wide eyes before she offered a small smile. “Oh hi, I didn’t realise anyone else was in here” she said quietly, while smoothing down the wild strands of hair at the back of her head. Her eyes were sunk in and surrounded by dark circles. The whites of her eyes were stained with red, indicating she had been crying. She looked tired, more than tired actually, she looked weathered. I smiled back and nodded to the plate in front of her,

she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. To say that Zarina wasn't beautiful would be a blatant lie. In fact, it was her captivating appearance that had led her into this troublesome situation. Her heart-shaped face was the epitome of expressiveness. She couldn't conceal or disguise her emotions. You could always discern when she was sad, happy, or excited. Her large cerulean eyes were like an empty canvas, onto which she painted vibrant hues of emotion. I knew she wasn't content here, despite her previous claim. However, I understood that her happiness was merely relative—a comparison to her time at the Perazzo mansion with Vladimir.

I couldn’t quite believe how lucky I had gotten. She was relatively short compared to most of our kind, and she was slim build. This in itself was unusual. Werewolves, even the she-wolves, tended to at least have some muscle mass visible under the skin. But Sienna, she barely had any. That wasn’t to say she wasn’t in good form. I could tell by her legs that she was a runner, it was more general strength that she was missing. The type of strength required to defend yourself from an attacking predator.

It really frustrated her. From the strength and speed of the fight, Zena was defeated by Levin. Her last option was to seduce Levin with her beauty, but the man was unaffected by her power. Zena got up from her position and looked at Levin angrily. “Wait, where are you going? Our fight isn’t over!” she exclaimed as Levin turned and planned to help Kaven. Zena had never failed to seduce a man before. Her self-esteem hurt every time Levin looked at her without interest.

TOP ON LEADERBOARD: NUMBER: SCORES: 1ST: FLORENCE MIL 09 - 9 2ND: AGATHA PEREZ 10 - 8 3RD: GAIL AMERSON 07 - 4 4TH: JENNIE LAZON 02 - 4 5TH: KRYLLE SU 04 - 3 6TH: JONNA KIM 01 - 1 7TH: SOLENE TIAR O3- 0 8TH: HELLERY JOES 05 - 0 9TH: BEATRICE SHUN 06 - 0 10TH: VENN TRICE 08 - 0

"Wait, does this mean what I think it does. You're sexually attracted to him aren't you? What about the whole bet stuff... Do you want a relationship with him now?" Vega sighed, seating up. " I don't. Zach might be fascinated with me now cause I'm not like his usual girls, but he'll dump me sooner or later. He's a playboy, they don't change, so before he breaks my heart, I'll break his first." She could almost see Andria rolling her eyes through the phone. "So much drama. Do whatever you think it's best ok. Have fun on the picnic, wear something sexy". "It's a picnic Andria, not a club outing".

I secretly swallowed because of the view. They were still shouting. I breathed deeply before starting to shake my body. "Shit! We missed you, Magda!!!" "You're mine now! I'll pay a lot!" "My f*cking hormones, sh*t! Shake it off Magda!" I could see in their eyes the admiration for my inherent beauty and charm. I felt like I'm a famous television actress that everyone is obsessed with, like pizza that will never be rejected when laid on the table, like wine and beers that can almost replace the water if swallowed, like a bad drug that when once you use, you will never stop using it and like a potion that once you have been subjected under its magic, you will never be able to escape anymore.

Zena never does things by half. "Fuck...." escaped me once more at the sight of her. Her leggings wriggled down and off, kicked towards the back end of the boat where the rucksack offered some leverage to the dangerous tilt we already had created. She shrugged the straps of her vest down her arms, still bobbing her head up and down as she slowly transformed into a naked siren before my eyes. The glowing moon never suited anyone better. Her eyes like the stars themselves, looking up at me as she slowly started to touch herself. The scent of her arousal hit me and made me groan all over again.

Every small movement against the ruined sheets sent sparks shooting through her overstimulated body. She should have locked the door. She should have cast every protective ward she knew. Instead, she picked up her phone with trembling fingers and sent another message. This time to Valeria. Valeria was different from Lena, taller, colder, a renowned rope artist and sadist who ran exclusive private sessions for the city’s most powerful women. She and Giselle had clashed many times, always with Giselle coming out on top. Valeria had never hidden her desire to one day see the arrogant witch on her knees.

Zina winked at the smiling Belle, assuming that her body was the reason Belle was smiling but she had no idea. Belle came down from the bed and walked seductively towards Zina. She got to her and pretended to be lost looking at her breasts. "I didn't your breasts were this big, you always wear clothes that hide them." "Do you want to see them?" Zina asked. "Yes, but I'll be the one to take the tube off." Belle made her seat at the edge of the bed and after that pushed her to fall on the bed. Zina didn't react when she did that, she was trapped by her desire for Belle