Novel & Cerita Average Looking Male

“How are you so calm?” “No wife, no fiancé.” And then he stood up ever so casually, completely, wonderfully naked. He looked to be in his late thirties so I did not expect his body to be so . . . perfect. I've seen Max in his underwear and he didn't look anywhere near this good. I guess it's true men peak in their thirties. “A few more seconds and I'll have to charge you.” He winked before disappearing into the bathroom, recognizing those words my face turned what I was willing to bet was beet red.

Even with the smirk on his face, he looked handsome. The other one was only a little bit shorter than the first, standing at 6'0, his long curly blond hair bounced on his head as he walked beside the taller male. His skin looked golden and soft under the direct sunlight of the early afternoon. Both of them have a slim but muscled build and are insanely handsome.

“Well, I hope it’s curable.” I looked at him disbelievingly. “It’s not a disease!” I turned back to the other guy. “What did he look like?” He thought for a moment. “Caucasian. Tall. Good-looking fella.” I stared at him, waiting for him to say more. He shook his head. “I really can’t remember any more distinctive features.” “You just described at least thirty percent of the male population of South Carolina. And I’m not even sure what you consider good-looking for a guy!”

But there were two new faces that demanded her attention. One was a male, older than the rest, appearing to be in his mid-thirties. And when Jane saw him, the phrase "alpha male" reverberated strongly in her mind. Before he sat down, she could see he was easily six-and-a-half feet tall and as broad at the shoulders as a bison. He was dressed in the clothes of a transient, but even those could not hide his formidable physique. He had blue, piercing eyes staring out from beneath a mop of dark curly hair and he had the beard of a Viking warrior.

"What's he look like?" "Average, really. He's either really tan, or has medium brown skin. Dark hair, either black or brown. And brown eyes. Clean shaven. He was maybe two inches taller than me, so probably six foot. Like I said, utterly average looking. Nothing really stuck out to me. No scars, tattoos, moles or piercings. It's probably nothing, but he even gave me the creeps." "I'll send out an email. If he breathes within the vicinity of Lux, I'll know."

"Let me have a look." "You want to see the male models?" "Yes." "Follow me," he said. "Excuse us gentlemen. We'll be right back." I shook my head. These men would not work. Are they pleasing to the eye? Well, on a scale from one to 10, they averaged a five, and that didn’t include poor Eddie who looked like he could have trouble lifting a toothpick. And the wardrobe wasn't right either.

His features were so pretty that it felt as if God carved them Himself. Lina was stunned. She would secretly read romance novels when she was in middle school, and they would always describe the male lead's eyebrows to be sharp like a sword and eyes big like stars. She thought the description was unrealistic. It must be the authors' imagination! However, today, at that very moment, she suddenly felt that the description really existed. The man was approximately 1.9 meters tall. The petite Lina had to lift her head to look at him and couldn't help but notice the subtle display of his chest muscles beneath his white tee. His arms showcased well-defined muscles, exuding strength.

His fair face looked almost pale, but his athletic body which could be seen due to his perfectly fitting 3-piece suit signified that this was a man whose body was at the peak of human condition. His glossy black hair was combed back neatly, while his high cheekbones and sharp jaw gave his face a musculine look that would make anyone turn back to take a second glance. The straight, thin lips and the slightly sharp-pointed nose only served to enhance the image that Ethan Urkel represented:that of a perfect human male specimen which could take anyone's breath away, simply by looking at them. It wasn't any different with Aviana. This sight made her stop in her tracks as she stared at him for a s

There was no other word for it. His dark hair was greying at the sides, that distinguished salt-and-pepper look that made him look sophisticated and powerful. He looked to be in his late fifties, maybe early sixties, but he was incredibly fit. Not soft or out of shape like some older men. No—he looked like he took care of himself. Like he worked out. Like he was strong.

He is about 6-3 200 pounds of pure muscle; he looks a little like Tom Selleck, only better looking. Looking at him got my juices flowing. He asked if he could use the phone, I said of course, and showed him to it shaking my thonged ass while walking in front of him. While he was on the phone, I bent over like I was looking for something giving him a great shot of my very fine ass, I stayed that way for quite a while, I was sooooo hot for him.