Novel & Cerita Celana Zara Pria

Down there, Zaha's knees tried to separate her legs, while Arai herself began to remove the neckpiece on her beautifully ornamented dress, covering the cleavage that was so appetizing and bouncing softly from Zaha's touch. Zaha's outer robe had come off and he threw it on the floor. Now, only the man's white inner robe and trousers remained. Because they were covered with long multi-layered robes, the Eastern Continent style trousers Zaha wore were slightly thinner than the Euclase Continent trousers. The style was also looser, and the shape made it easier to move around. But at the same time, it made something hard and long in his crotch more obvious. As Zaha pulled his body back for a mome

Medias are bunch of leeches hiding in human form. They are always waiting to find a small fault and talk about it on and on for some little money and followers. Zara is dressed in a obsidian block colour ankle length dressed that is made from rich chiffon and has plain v-neckline, short regular sleeves, fitted waistline and back zipper. She has a huge catlike glasses covering half her face then rolled a blush pink veil around her shoulders with matching slippers then the small Gucci pink cross bag that stopped by her left hip. Though she wanted to dress to hide herself, she looks beautiful and eye-catching with her tall figure.

ZARA I am standing in front of the big mirror in the bathroom. I am wearing a short, cream-colored bodycon dress with a square neck and the back and sleeves are in lace, and a pair of matching flats. Mom is helping me to put my hair in a bun, with a few strays of hair framing my face, and putting a light natural makeup on that makes my blue contacts pop.

He fiddled with his sleeves before holding his arms out, spinning around for them to see the entire thing. Safiya practically drooled over him every time he stepped out of the changing room. Celus was still in his, taking his time to make sure everything fit. He had to admit, Salen was good at choosing his clothes. It fit his form perfectly, even the length of the pants. He usually has to specially order his to fit the way he wanted. The black looked good against his dark hair and tan skin and made his green eyes pop against the fabric. "Celus, we're waiting!" Safiya called out, elbowing a blushing Salen. He growled lowly, checking himself over one more time before opening the door and stepp

CJ whispers in my ear as we go down the stairs. I just smile at him since he had told me the same thing not too long ago as he was zipping the back of the dress. It's an off shoulder floral flary yellow with a little bit of detail at the bottom. It's what you'd call a simple busy dress. Not my type of clothing but it's beautiful. Zara has always had taste in her choice of clothing. And since I'm a bit bigger than her, my breasts have been squeezed and the waistline is a bit too tight.

Zarla says as she sees me struggling to choose professional-looking clothes. “I am utterly confused as to what is considered as ‘professional, casual, yet elegant clothing'. What even is that? Zarla laughs first, then says, “I’m pretty sure that just means nothing sexy. No cleavage, no tight trousers. Just wear something you feel comfortable in.” “I feel comfortable in my boy shorts, Zarla, but I can’t wear that,” I groan. My whole room was a mess. I had dug through my entire wardrobe, yet I still couldn’t decide on what to wear.

As they drove down the road, Kiara kept sneaking glances at Zane who was busy on his phone. “What is it? Do you want to say something?" Zane questioned as he dropped his phone and turned to her. “You look great in casual wear" He was literally dressed in black pants and a black button up shirt. He tucked half of the shirt in and didn't button his shirt up fully, revealing his chiseled chest. Gosh! He looked like he just got down from a runway but then again, he looked like that no matter what he wore.

Chapter 8 Zara did not panic. Panic was a luxury reserved for people who hadn't spent the last five years preparing for war. Instead, she ended the call with Priya, walked smoothly into her massive walk-in closet, and selected her armor. She chose a tailored, razor-sharp suit in deep charcoal, paired with a pair of terrifyingly high stilettos. She applied a coat of matte red lipstick with a steady, unshakeable hand. By the time her private driver pulled up to the Frost Industries building, the terrified, heartbroken twenty-two-year-old girl was locked securely in a box in the back of her mind. Only the CEO remained.

Zara’s POV By morning, the power was still out, the storm was raging, and Caleb, well, was still infuriatingly hot. I padded into the kitchen barefoot, my oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder. He was already there, leaning against the fridge, shirtless again, sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, and his V line on display for me to lust after. I didn’t say good morning. I didn’t need to.