Bradley Steven Perry Shirtless の小説・ストーリー

It was really bizarre. “Ashley. Eric. If this is a joke then it’s not very funny. Where did you guys go?” I asked, looking around. Basically turning around in circles. But when I turned back to the front Tyler was standing there. No one else had returned, only Tyler. Tyler wearing a pair of gym shorts and no t-shirt. He never wore that while we were training. He always had at least a sleeveless shirt on. “Where is everyone?” I asked. “They don’t matter.” He said.

Thinking about seeing an injured Rex or a dying Rex she was surprised by what mistakenly appears in front of her eyes. Rex just came out of his private closet “SHIRTLESS!” his fine abs standing out outside those casual clothes he always wears and his toned skin glowed beautifully like the sun. A drool nearly escaped Cherry’s lips as she digested his mouth-watering features. His back was turned to her so he didn’t know she was ogling him from behind.

Is it often passerbys would come in lacking foot coverage? “No shirt. No service.” She nodded at the back wall where there was a handful of shirts hanging on a rusted old Z rack. He found one men’s large it was the only one that wasn’t pink. The shirt was black and had the shape of North Carolina on it and it read Come on and Raise up. Well then. This is it I guess. He turned to the clerk grinned and put the shirt on. It was a tad snug on his biceps and he felt ridiculous. He looked in the reflection of the drink cooler and he looked like something from a wrestling poster.

I asked her slowly, enunciating each word carefully so I could be sure I heard her correctly. She smiled at me and nodded. “Matt likes her, and I had to admit that I was curious about her,” she told me. “So, yes. We were hanging out.” “This is fun and all, but do you think I can get some privacy?” Judy asked, turning her back towards us so we were no longer in view of her incredibly full breasts. “Oh, Goddess!” Irene gasped, finally noticing that Judy was completely shirtless and braless. Why the hell was she braless?

Marissa Justine was about to drop me off when the sound of footsteps on the stairs made both of us look up. Justin emerged, shirtless, in nothing but a pair of khaki shorts that hung low on his hips, and I swear—my soul flatlined. His lean muscles flexed with each step like he was handcrafted in a lab and then cursed with that careless kind of beauty that didn’t even try. He glanced up and caught me staring, and I had to blink and look away before I publicly embarrassed myself.

She started smiling and I shook my head unable to control my blush and smile. "Alex said-" I started and the guys came down in nothing but briefs without no shirt and practically they all are half-naked. I have never even seen Adrian half-naked here I'm watching these hella handsome guys swim in front of me without a shirt on flashing their hot abs. No doubt why the girls are willing to sleep with them.

Her perfect life was already fucked, might as well get some fucking that's truly wonderful. “You know what, Mr. Smith,” Sherry caught the hem of her wet t-shirt and with one pull, she took it off. She threw the t-shirt on the floor, the sight of her beautiful breasts secured in a red bralette in full view, and smiled. “I suggest we take turns.”

He continued guiding the route and I continued following him but…. I had to stop myself and guess, close my eyes too. Out of nowhere, he starts taking off his shirt and then his white t-shirt which he was wearing. What the hell? Am I supposed to close my eyes or open them? I have not seen any men shirtless before. What should I do? I tried peeking through my fingers while covering my eyes with my hands. So this is how they look like when men are shirtless. I have, not for a moment had imagined a guy can be so attractive without a shirt. His perfect 8 abs, white but bit tanned skin, broad arms….How can someone be so perfect?

"Come on in," she said, backing up into the house. As Peter stepped forward to shake my hand, I sensed Erika behind me take her turn to pause. Peter was wearing loose, knee-length gray cargo shorts, but the pause had to be for the shirt. It was a white cotton, button-down, short-sleeved camp shirt that looked about a size too small. At least the arms and shoulders were too small. It was unbuttoned halfway down, giving a broad view of a waxed smooth chest. 'Jesus, he waxes his chest?' I thought with a sudden competitive twang.

Timothy was speechless. Although it was acceptable for a man to be shirtless, as they were used to seeing them in public, he hadn't been shirtless since he could remember. The situation was urgent earlier, and it wasn't his car, so he wasn't sure if there were any towels or tissues with good absorbency, so he simply took off his shirt and threw it over. Now that he realized it, he felt embarrassed. However, it was even more awkward for him that Yara was staring at him shamelessly.