Cameron Monaghan Shirtless 소설 & 이야기

~Aria~ “Who's there–” “Me.” Right there, Damon was shirtless and cladded in nothing but a white tight boxers that had the full print of his cock lined in it. My eyes went wide. A quiet spark flared inside me. In a flash, I spun and covered my face. “You–whh–put on your clothes!” He came behind me. “Why are you acting so shy…you already saw it all.” A lump landed straight into my stomach. “Still…it's a bit—”

I was wondering, when you were going to visit, how is your mom? "She is fine, I was planning to but I was looking for the right time, don't worry nanny Nancy, I will come visit some other time for now, where is Cameron?" "Oh that kid, over there, I don't know what's up with him." She said pointing to the room over there, I followed her direction, I just made my way towards the room, only to see Cameron was working on the punching bag, he was shirtless right now and he was hitting it like he was extremely angry muttering something to himself as he went harder than the previous time, I look at him surprised, he is super hot even when he does that

Everything was for her. And then there he was. Cassian stood shirtless, his body a map of power—defined chest, lean muscle, a line of ink that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. He held a leash in one hand. The other held a camera. “You’re late,” he said. She wasn’t, but she didn’t argue. She let the coat fall from her shoulders and stepped forward completely naked, the plug glinting under the light. Cassian’s lips twitched.

Chloe said. Monroe turned. “Don’t I?” Then he grabbed her by the throat. And kissed her. They barely made it through the door of the house. Camila’s hoodie hit the floor first, her hard nipples poking through the thin tank she wore beneath. Chloe was right behind her, yanking off her shirt and sliding her shorts down her thighs, soaked panties clinging to her dripping slit. Judge Monroe didn’t speak. He kicked the door shut behind him, tossed his guns on the table, and grabbed Camila by the hips, spinning her around, pinning her to the wall.

Nothing helped. Then, I heard banging on my door. “Mona! Open the door. Please! I want to apologize for being stupid. Mona!” I ignored him at first, but after a while, I turned off the shower and stepped out. My hair dripped, my clothes clung to my body. I walked to the door and unlocked it. Jayden stood there, shirtless, looking guilty and scared. When he saw me, his eyes widened. “What happened?” he asked, shocked.

Watching Damon step out of the bathroom, Dean instantly regretted suggesting the shower. Damon had draped nothing but a towel around his waist, and Dean recognized it immediately as one of his own. That realization alone was enough to make him cringe inwardly with embarrassment. The towel hung precariously low on Damon’s hips, exposing the expanse of his toned chest and defined abs. His muscles, highlighted under the soft glow of the bathroom light, gleamed faintly with a post-shower sheen, carrying an undeniable allure. The dampness only added to the understated sensuality, an effortless confidence that Damon seemed to exude without trying.

, I mentally guessed who it was. I turned to look at Pearl only to find her wide-eyed and clearly drooling. "Close that mouth of yours, girl, you're embarrassing us," I told her. Just as I guessed, Cameron took off the helmet, and then in a deep voice I hadn't heard him speak before, said "Hey there you Beauts, hope y'all having a splendid day" Pearl and I just stared at each other, wide eyed, in total shock and then back at Cameron. He looked so sexy in a body fit white tee shirt, black leather jacket, and black leather pants. The outfit did wonders in flaunting his muscular body. This dress code was not what we were used to seeing Cameron in. He was always attired in smart, designer casual

Peered in. Cameron stood in front of the mirror, shirtless, water still glistening on his chest. A towel wrapped low around his hips. He was drying his hair with a smaller one when he looked up. Their eyes met in the mirror. He didn’t move. Neither did she. His chest rose and fell. Slowly. Like he was controlling his breath. Her eyes drifted down his body. Her mouth went dry. He didn’t cover himself. Didn’t make a joke. Just turned slightly, giving her a full view of his sculpted torso, the V-line disappearing beneath the towel.

“Why? I kind of like you as a ghost. Your skin is already pale enough.” Cameron’s head finally emerged from the sheet. “Ha. Ha. Ha. So funny. Get over here and help me lay this out.” We set up the blanket, and I sat down. I pulled my tank over my head and searched the bag for some lotion. Cameron stood, undressing to reveal what I thought would be a regular bathing suit—perhaps board shorts in his favorite color, blue, and goofy, like every pair of underwear he owned. Instead, he pulled down his shorts to reveal an honest-to-God white thong with gold trim at the waist. My fucking heart stopped.