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Before answering, Ashton peeled off his damp shirt and crumpled it in his fist. I stared at him, my eyebrows arching in surprise as I admired his perfectly sculpted physique. His body was a masterpiece, with broad shoulders reminiscent of a professional swimmer and a lean, glistening torso adorned with beads of sweat. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine, a prime target for paparazzi searching for that flawless shot. Some of his clients specifically requested that these ‘money shots’ be blocked from the camera's view, while others proudly displayed them on I*******m, rendering them worthless to the paparazzi. It might seem like a trivial concern, but Ashton lived by his own

Not just aroused, but we feel appreciated by our mate, liking our body. Sometimes nature can be so unfair that at times one could find their mate, and they wouldn't like the kind of body that one has, which one love, and not to defy them, one would either work hard or less to either reduce or gain more rigidity of that body. In Anastasia's word, "woah, that's crazy." I can sense her eyes on me, burning into my body as I walk away from the room, and after I have, I hear her exhalation. She's been holding a breath she didn't know she was.

"Your vitals are stable, but your muscle mass is deteriorating. If you want to walk into a boardroom or even wheel into one and command respect, you need to look like you can survive the flight. Right now, you look like you’d crumble if someone sneezed on you." I hated that she was right. I hated that she’d bypassed the 'compassion' route and gone straight for my ego. "Fine," I spat. "We do the session. But if you try to make me 'visualize the movement' or play some meditative flute music, I’m calling security." "Deal," she said, standing up. "I don't believe in visualization. I believe in physics." AVA's POV He was a nightmare to move. Not because he was heavy though he was solid muscle fro

As I watched, he spread his thighs apart, giving me an unobstructed view of where he was wet and dripping for me, his hole a pretty deep pink. He was so far into his heat that he was actually presenting. I laughed in shock, unable to help myself, because I knew fully well that once he was sober, Asai was going to hate himself for this—if he remembered anyway. Tossing aside my tie, and jacket, I took position behind him, running my hand down the pale expanse of his back. His skin was flawless, and soft, his waist trim and small, the perfect omega physique. For a brief, indulgent moment, I let myself wonder what he’d look like draped in silks of my color, cinched at his waist and flaring towar

One word, no three, hot as hell. I swear he was a Greek god, serious. He has muscles in all the right places. Hi has an eight pack; I mean, how much time does he spend in the gym? He has a v line and man, I swear I was drooling as I took in every inch of his body. I swear I was about to have a heart attack. His legs are strong; man, how can anyone look this hot? My eyes moved to his dick and fuck me to death. He is huge. My eyes almost popped out as I looked at the bulge showing through his boxers. “Rosa, take a pickture; it will last longer,” Ashton said when he caught me staring.

Asher noticed as he lifted his jeans. "Goodness, for what purpose do you resemble that? Have you just seen a man dressed?" Asher asked Haya. "Ahhh" is the answer. Haya didn't have the foggiest idea what to say and just scratched the side of her head. "Tssk!" Asher smiled at him and took the shirt out of the closet and put it on. As Haya slowly picked up the towel that had fallen to the floor, Haya just gulped as she saw Asher's sculpted body. His body is impeccably bended, smooth, and white and has abs, ideal for a main character in the film.

Lisa says removing her hoodie. Her abs instantly claim my gaze, then her chest muscles and shoulders, and last but not least her biceps. When I had been around Lisa naked I hadn't observed her body. She is solid muscle. A wall of intimidation. Her face is so beautiful like a barby doll but her body just doesn't match. I instantly feel inadequate. My body is that of an undeveloped 16 yr old while I'm actually 20 years old. I have no muscle definition or strength.

“Lysithea, I was just going to test you, but I never thought you’d have such a huge reaction to it. You’re hiding something for sure! There’s definitely a hidden motive behind your many visits to Guineve over the past three months, so you better not let me find out what it is. If I do, you won’t be able to escape my grasp and I’ll thoroughly subdue you when the time comes!” When he imagined that scenario, the smile on his face became even wider as he maliciously said, “I heard that Lysithea has Hera Physique. So, when I get my hands on her, she’ll certainly be highly beneficial for my training. When that happens, I could very well become an unbeatable fighter!!” Those with Hera Physique were

Rhys was standing on the other side as the door opened. Despite her attempt to stay composed, she found herself breathless, her heart quickening at the sight before her. He sported comfortable grey pyjama pants, his upper half revealing a smooth expanse of bronze skin accentuating well-defined muscles. A sparse trail of dark hair adorned his chest, framing masculine nipples. Broad shoulders descended into a slender waist, highlighting a sculpted abdomen boasting an unmistakable six-pack. His powerful physique displayed no hint of excess weight. Amara swallowed to help the dryness in her throat.

His toned physique is a sight to behold, and my heart races as I take in the sight before me. His chest is like a work of art, so sculpted and perfectly shaped, as if chiseled by the hands of a master artist. I can’t tear my eyes away from those well-defined abs, each muscle seemingly carved with precision. They’re practically begging for my fingers to trace their contours, but I manage to resist that impulse (barely).