Novel & Cerita Chest Piece For Men

"Hi, Chad. Why are you here? Wow, you even brought two beautiful ladies!" A chubby man under five feet tall emerged. He was dressed in luxury, including a cool belt, crocodile leather shoes, and various limited-edition designer pieces.

They were the best grilled sausages I had ever eaten. Plenty of others had the same idea, and everyone was rushing to get their paws on the sausages. The counter was getting closer, but before I could reach it, I crashed into a muscular guy's arms. His pecs actually visibly bounced and the impact knocked me onto my butt. Camden Jordan's laughter rang in my ears. I looked up and saw that obnoxious smirk on his face. Camden had taken off his T-shirt and hung it casually over his shoulder. His eight-pack was also on full public display.

“This is a question even I don’t know the answer to. In time…” “In time what?” Brishor’s voice boomed in the room. Meryl rose to her feet, her hands on her sides, gripping her gown tightly. Her breath became shallow when she looked at him. He looked dashing as hell. He wore a white and gold jacket, his black hair brushed and shining. Gold chains hung from his shoulders to his chest. Chezzal came to stand beside him in his black jacket and black leather pants. Their chest muscles seemed tightly restrained beneath their shirts. Swords were sheathed on both the sides, the top of the hilt of which were perched golden dragons.

Just enough. The first one was fine. The second one we scrolled past without discussion. The third one made us both go still. Red background. A man from the shoulders down — no face, no name, just structure. Wide shoulders, a chest that looked carved, abs that led down to a V line so sharp it disappeared into dark trousers like a map to somewhere dangerous. One hand held a black belt loosely at his side. At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees.

Using his free hand, the young male pushed his curly black away from his face so he could take in the scene. His hair which was long enough to reach his lower back had been tied up with a few cotton brown strings, meanwhile allowed his semi-long fringe to sit on top of his shoulders. Allowing his black choker, which contained a blue teardrop to be seen in the center of it. His clothes however involved a worn brown shirt and lower knee-high trousers, on his right shoulder contained a large brown triangle-shaped leather strap in order to stop himself from being injured during work.

The long sleeves hid the one-and-a-half-inch ivory sword, along with small wrists that might surprise others, given their ability to wield the twenty-pound weapon with ease. "Prince Chester." The woman knelt on one knee and placed her left fist on the ground, lowering her head to the only man standing in the room. Her high ponytail swung forward at the motion, revealing the pearly white skin of her nape. The tip of her jet-black hair brushed against her lowering shoulder to cover half of her diamond face shape and high cheekbones. "Rise, Alessa. How many times do I have to tell you? You don't have to do this courtesy when we are alone," the second prince said with a frown, not liking the way

I remained on the edge of the mattress as instructed, waiting for whatever happened next. Charles looked at me, not exactly pleased with my non compliance. He’s the type of man who wants every damn word to be followed. He stopped a few feet away, removing his shirt. God, that chest does crazy things to me. It’s easily one of his sexiest features and I’m not even saying it because I’ve had my juice drip on his chest. I sat up straighter. He unbuckled the ends and pulled the leather from the loops of his trousers in one smooth motion. He tossed the belt on the floor. When his fingers went to his trousers, I couldn’t miss the large bulge behind the fabric. I edged forward.

She couldn’t disguise her pleasure at the sight of his bare chest. Jean was firm, brown, with the well-defined muscles along his torso from his ribs to his belly that show a man who really takes care of himself. His chest was covered with a layer of curling hair against which she just couldn’t resist rubbing her face. A line of the hair continued down along his stomach, disappering into his trousers, which were beginning to tighten around the flies with the strain of his contained excitement. She drunkenly followed the line down with hands, teasingly keeping away from his belt buckle.

"I want to see you." My eyes immediately dipped to his chest and ab-domen. Mason used to have six-pack abs because he was one of those guys that worked out every day to keep his body in shape, even if it was just a bunch of sit-ups or push-ups for an hour. His abs had gone soft, because he'd obviously spent weeks not doing too much, though his chest and arms were still thickly muscled. He kicked off his shoes, and shoved his pants down, leaving him in only his briefs.

“What other weaponry do you have in mind?” “I will stick with my original choice of body armor.” Uncle Fred began to pace up and down the shelves. He was looking for something and finally stopped in the first row. He struggled to reach for the highest level and pulled out a chest with a nifty tiptoe. He placed it on a desk and gingerly brushed the dust away. Within laid a body armor vest that was made up of slender pieces of jade stew. It was not full-bodied and only covered up to the waist.