Danny Amendola Shirtless Novels & Stories

Whirling strobe lights give me fractured glimpses of Holland, who I guided into the gyrating crowd. When we started dancing, Holland looked so tempting, tall, and slim, but his tight round booty was encased in fitted black jeans with rips at the knees and a white loose-fitting dress shirt. He caught my attention and the attention of other girls, too! His outfit showcased his broad shoulders and tight waist. His deep brown hair was combed off his face, making him stand out even more. Amanza had moves that excited me. The man was getting it on the dance floor as he went all out to show me the best time of my life.

"There is nothing to be shy about, this would take weeks to fade!" "Not if I have anything to do about it." "What? You planning on adding more to this?" "More like never going to let them fade away." "Wow, I am never going shirtless for the rest of my life!" "You're welcome." "I hate you." Danny gave up and just smiled down at his idiot boyfriend. His brown eyes glistened with pride and so much love it nearly knocked Danny off his already wobbly legs. "I love you too, now get in here, water's getting cold."

He pats her head, tenderly, saying, “We’ve got one more thing to do.” “Mhm,” she says as pulls away and looks into his eyes. Then, Alessandro and Amber hop on the bike and drive off to Alessandro’s house. Amber’s hands never left his as they enter the house. She was in awe of him changing his lifestyle for the better. “I’m going to cook for us,” Alessandro mutters, then he enters a bedroom to change into casual clothes. He exits the room, shirtless…Only track pants cover his lower half. Amber gulps…She wanted to take it slow, but the sight was tempting her to do otherwise.