Novel & Cerita Chandler Riggs Shirtless

I could feel my cheeks flaming as I pictured Zach and Zayn making love to me at the same time. Letting out a groan, I pulled down the zipper of the black shining dress I wore to the party, as my insides melted with anticipation, it was going to be a very long night. I emerged from the dressing room to find that both of them had changed already, their hair was tousled, and they had just stepped out of the shower a few minutes earlier. They were all shirtless, my heart fluttered as I registered the toned muscles they had been hiding underneath their suits and all I wanted to do was run my hands over them.

When Chris wasn’t doing anything, Rita got up from the bed and undressed herself clumsily. The dress had breast pads so Rita didn’t wear a bra. The moment the dress fell off, her two medium mounds bounced on her chest. Chris shook his head to distract himself. He was shocked at what he was seeing. He gulped and swallowed empty air as he felt blood rush downwards. Hardening his shaft in an instant. “Fuck! I need to get out of here!” He mumbled to himself and turned to walk away when he felt a pair of hands wrap around his torso from behind.

Bigger than most of the men. He was also shirtless and wearing shorts made of animal skin. It only covered the important parts. Everything else was on display. The big, toned thighs, the broad shoulders and chest, the stomach and abs marred with old, gray scars. The cuts looked like they had been deep once upon a time. He was magnificent. He stepped onto the raised platform and went straight to the chair that looked like the throne and sat. The crowd cheered again. There was not a single photo of him in the history books but I knew exactly who he was. The chair said it all.

It had been a long weekend without Christy, and with an urgent erection that demanded immediate attention, Reggie looked forward to spending extra time with her. Christy grabbed a pair of olive colored Capris pants and a beige blouse. But before she put them on, Reggie entered her room shirtless, tremendous muscles in his chest, arms and stomach bulging beneath his dark skin as if sculpted in stone. His baggy, black gym shorts poorly concealed the huge protrusion caused by his gigantic cock. "You gonna go somewhere, baby?"

Slowly, I turned around. Charlie stood a short distance away, completely shirtless, wearing only a pair of dark football shorts that hung low on his hips. He was covered in a light sheen of sweat, as if he had just finished a long, hard run. The sweat trailed down the defined ridges of his abs and along the lines of his chest, catching the outdoor light in a way that made every muscle stand out more clearly. His blonde hair was messy and slightly damp, falling across his forehead in a careless, attractive way.

In the process, additional furniture was broken, and some of the glass vases on the tall tables were smashed. Grabbing his clothing, the pro yanked Chasel's white Oxford shirt, tearing it open. His abalone buttons flew in all directions, bouncing across the floor. When everyone could see his defined chest and six-pack, they gasped. His “regulars” squealed happily like teenagers at a concert. Chasel wriggled out of his shirt. Obviously, it was a disadvantage to have it on, but as he did, it opened him up to attack.

Creighton glanced to where Chang was setting up his camera. “The black and red teddy,” he told her. “Keep the jewelry on.” She hurried back to the dressing room and changed her outfit, quickly slipping into the teddy, matching nylons and sandals. When she returned, Creighton was waiting near the Greek column, wearing only a black pair of tight boxer briefs. Sandra’s eyes widened. He was a magnificent work of art with his sculptured chest and long muscular legs. He looked like Adonis standing in front of the pillar, and she found herself blushing when she looked into his dark eyes, knowing he had seen her checking him out.

It dodged when he tried to touch it. "What will you do?" Chandra asked Randell nervously. "I'll just hand over your clothes." Randell showed it to Chandra and took it and gave it to him. Chandra took it and hurriedly put it on. "Whatever happened today, I don't think anything happened to us," Randell told Chandra. Chandra also looked at Randell's face. "How can you say that? Do you think that's enough of an explanation? You must have seen it. We're both...naked?" Chandra responded even though it was difficult to pronounce that word to both of them of Randell.

Covering his nose, Chandler walked out of the large alley way which his carriage was partially hidden, as he joined the stream of people who were walking slowly, he was given some look of interests based on his clothes. Chandler was shocked at what he was seeing. He had asked for the most horrible part so that his clothes will not stand out but here, his clothes were still standing out. Normal poor quality clothes and yet it looked like the robe of a king here. The clothes of the people were torn and worn, thread bared in some areas because of too much usage if there was such a thing as that. These were his people. And he was not proud of that fact. In fact he felt ashamed if failing in bein

Chastity said as she let the blanket slip off her shoulders. “What?” “What better place to change on a cold, rainy night than in front of a fireplace,” she said as she reached behind her neck to unsnap the white collar that covered her shoulders. He didn’t make a move. It was like he was watching her, wondering if she was going to keep going. And she was. It’s not like he hadn’t seen her naked before. She unbuttoned her black ceremonial dress and let it fall to the floor as he continued to watch. She was now standing in a full black slip with black panty hose underneath. Then she unsnapped the buttons that were concealed by the white cloth around her neck and under her chin. Chastity kicked