Novel & Cerita Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

But when she saw the blonde man rummaging by the side table for a condom, she forced herself to talk. “What are you doing? We ran out of condoms—your luck. I don’t mind… I like to feel the veins.” He turned, grinning. “You are one naughty little slut.” Selene smiled internally. Easy. ~ The next night came again, and not giving up yet, Selene tried to get Lennox’s attention, yet no matter what she did, he didn’t even glance at her. Giving up and walking away, the blonde young man found her. “Give up. He never fucks the same slut twice,” he said. “And although I’m supposed to follow in his footsteps…” He smirked. “I actually like you.”

His room is a little dark, he's lying on the bed, two blondies hovering over his body, both moaning madly. Oh, Jesus. "Good evening, brother." Mahone greets him, his hands caressing their shoulders. "This isn't a brothel, Mahone," he groans, looking away. "Do it outside." "C'mon it's just one night. Uncle Kramer has no problem with it, so why do you?" He kisses the first blonde. "Don't mind, baby. My brother's a bit shy." First blonde winks at Lynn. "He's hot." "You want him?" Mahone pouts.

sahut Velos sengaja menyindir Blair. Sang wanita sekejap mendapukkan alisnya. Dia tak terima karena Velos begitu angkuh dan seakan meremehkannya. Dengan dahi mengerut, Blair langsung menyanggah, “apa kau bilang? Siapa yang juga tertarik padamu, hah? Kau sangat jauh dari tipeku, tahu! Aku lebih suka pria yang senyumnya manis, tinggi, gentleman, humoris dan tampan. Bukan bajingan mesum sepertimu!”

It was the greatest discovery he’d ever made. Most of the girls he saw there were either brunettes, red haired or blonde. Matter of fact, there were just three blonds out of twenty girls. Hayden didn’t stop to count, but red was obviously the dominating color. He saw Jarrod walking around the place like a wallflower—lonely and in need of companionship. This was the kind ladies like to jump on. Hayden pulled back before he would be caught.

“Are you that desperate to get my brother?” I didn’t answer. Did he just ask me to come here to tell me that? Was he just curious about it? Wasn’t he going to fire me? He wanted us to talk about his brother instead? “Listen very carefully. Henry’s preferences have always been precise and consistent. He prefers tall, honey-skinned—the supermodel type. And most of all, blonde.” What? Was I really hearing this? “And you,” he continued as he studied me, “… you’re not very tall, but fine. You are pale, and definitely not the supermodel type, and also a brunette.”

"I said, Jenny, is back." "Really?" "Yes." After saying that, Glenn saw that he was so excited and couldn't help teasing him. "Hey, why are you so excited that she's back? If I hadn't known that you like men, I might have misunderstood that you wanted to pursue her!" Speaking of this, Glenn suddenly remembered. "Hey! You, you like men, don't you? If you live in my house... Ah! Are you looking at me like that too?" Hearing this, Damon rolled his eyes, "Even if I like men, I won't like everyone, okay?"

The second flute goes down easier than the first, and by the third, the room feels warmer, a little softer around the edges, with laughter and voices too loud, while I ignore the worried look the guys pass me because I’m too busy staring at the stage with disdain. The ladies are right. Christian and his lady friend do look great together. She looks like someone who can command a mafia family, navigating them with poise and expertise. Does she even know he’s a mafia head aside from his shiny identity as a businessman? Or does she know and doesn’t care?

“Nothing but the best.” So I figured. I was beginning to suspect he’d preferred tall blondes because they represented the most populated in the city he was in. He’d had no problems with my looks Monday night or tonight. “Back to the subject at hand,” he said. “Could I tempt you to tell me about yourself if I paid ” “No.” I replied as he was about to say more He raised his brows. “I’m to ask you zero personal questions, but you can read whatever you like about me?”

Rolling slightly so Kyla was on her back and he was propped on one elbow above her, he gazed in awe at the feast before him for just a second before he circled one rosy nipple with his tongue. "You're beautiful, Kyla. But I suppose, being a nymph, you know that." Her smile was blinding. "I am glad you find me so," she said. "Beauty is a matter of taste, is it not? I have heard that American men prefer blondes." "Not this one," he replied, giving her perky nipple a quick kiss. "I've always had a thing for redheads." Then he sucked the tip of her breast into his mouth so there was no further talking.