Novel & Cerita Any Man

Sol Ming looked up to the sky, and then heard an angry roar of a man. “What do you think you’re doing to my partner?” Up the high-slope of the ground, there stands a tanned, colored man. He is bare-naked at the top with the similar animal hides down on his dog waist, eight-pack abdominal muscles look so majestic, and the long vertical scar made by a beast was shown all over him. The facial features of the man are seven-points, near perfection if only it weren’t for the beard on his face that wasn’t shaved hiding the lips of this person.

Always act in a way that your face is never worth remembering. “Alright, well give me a shout if you need anything.” The man walks by and I glance towards the door. Where is he? I'm on edge, there’s no contact for weeks prior to locking in on a target. Why is he even in this city? The door opens after a while, and a man who is nothing out of the ordinary enters. He’s wearing a cotton jacket over loose pants and a white shirt, a cap on his head and normal boots that any middle-aged man would wear.

"Leaving!? Which motherf*cker thinks he can run!?" A man in his 40s emerged from the inside—a bald, snarling, topless man bravely showing off his beer belly and rattlesnake tattoo. Logan swore some colorful language in his head. He had really gotten trapped in a den of crooks now, had he not?

A man with a clean hair cut and cleanly-shaved face in a black suit wearing a serious face greeted him. 💜

Pаrt оf mе ріtіеѕ all the mасhо guуѕ оut thеrе thаt dоn’t have thе сарасіtу or opportunity tо open up. Yes, I’m a mаn. I’vе a сосk аnd tattoos. I lіkе tо сuѕѕ аnd lіft wеіghtѕ. I’m ѕtubbоrn аnd wіllful and jealous sometimes, but I’m still human.

A man with full concentration is reading a file right now. He is wearing a shirt of grey colour and a black trouser , it showing his perfect body . He had folded the sleeves of shirt upto his elbows . His facial features are so perfect , with a straight nose , sharp eyes and a perfect jaw line.

THE MAN IN YELLOW

I'm grateful for the government of the day and for this opportunity to hear from the people but we shouldn't open our doors and our ears to hear crabs and nonsense from gangsters. He spoke so calmly due to his age as he stretched his hands to Jefsexy and his crew. “How on earth do you ever imagine a man fucking a man and it seats down well with you?." “The anus isn't meant for fucking but for you to used it for your damned poop.” “ It's so irritating and disgusting when ever I hear a man will have the audacity to fuck a fellow man man.” Mr. Kitty said a little bit loud as his voice began to show his anger gradually.

What type of man is that? ....

“Let’s go home and you can tell me all about them.” We turned to walk to where the driver Clara insisted on waited at the curb. Then a voice called out. “Maya? Maya Surman? Is that you?” The voice was familiar in a way that tugged at a much older, simpler part of my brain. I turned. A man was walking toward me, a friendly, confused smile on his face. He was tall, with kind eyes and dark hair that had a few threads of gray. He wore a simple, well-fitted button-down and chinos. He looked… normal. Warm. Real.