Derrick Henry Body Fat Novels & Stories

His abs were tight and prominent, and the muscles in his thighs made me blush. “Alright,” Tiffany said nonchalantly as she looked at her clipboard. “Get on the scale, please.” “With pleasure.” Enzo stared directly at me as he stood on the scale, his gaze unwavering. He looked like a statue of a god on a pedestal. I gulped and walked up to him with my clipboard so I could read the results of the body composition test, my hands shaking as I wrote the numbers down. That was strange… Enzo’s body composition contained far more lean muscle mass than his teammates. His body fat was less than 10% and his water retention was at a perfect balance. He was almost superhuman.

That left her with a set of measurements that one would think would garner her more attention, namely 38DD-26-34. During the competition, she had gotten her body fat down to nine percent, but otherwise, she kept it up at twelve percent. She had 15-inch arms, 16-inch calves, and 23-inch legs, and she could bench press more than most of the guys she had worked with. When she had been younger, she encountered a need to grow stronger. She'd admired the way those women looked and how they seemed strong enough to take on anything. Women like that could stand up to anyone; they might have been able to help Jimmy Fisk.

Stopping and parking at the bus garage, I walk to the little diner around the block and meet with Henry. The minute I walk in, he stands up and greets me. Looking him up and down, I come to two conclusions about him, he is neither small nor short. This man must be about 400 pounds and around 6 feet tall. He looks to be made of pure muscle because his arm’s veins pop out. How could she have overpowered this man? That is unless he looked into her eyes, and she did what she did with so many others. Perhaps he blacked out like I did and woke up several hours later feeling all out of sorts.

He puts them in his mouth and sucks them clean, maintaining eye contact the entire time. "Delicious. Now get on your knees, Elena. I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock before I fuck you with it." I drop to my knees immediately, the plush carpet soft beneath me. Derrick begins unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a chest that looks carved from dark marble — defined pectorals, ridged abdominals, a trail of dark hair leading down beneath his waistband. His arms are thick with muscle, veins visible beneath the skin. He unbuckles his belt slowly, deliberately, letting the anticipation build. I can see the massive bulge straining against his pants, and my mouth waters.

since he loved pussy and he couldn’t fuck me. I should mention that Henry was one of the best-looking guys I had ever seen, but certainly the biggest jerk. He was tall, close to 6'2", and had dark hair with gray eyes. He had an extremely well-groomed beard and mustache, and he also had a scar across his left eyebrow that gave him a bad-boy vibe that really turned me on. He was a typical str8 guy who loved to look like a bad boy and inflict fear on others. He liked to raise eyebrows with his appearance; therefore, he was always neatly dressed. That night, he was wearing Adidas joggers that seemed to cling to his legs and show a nice bulge. He wore a tight-fitting white T-shirt and white sneak

I bit my bottom lip and grinned. Dan is a fitness instructor at the local gym consequentially his body is muscly and toned. His stomach is like a cobbled street and his legs like magnificent tree trunks. His buttocks are firm and tight and can be used to crack walnuts. I know this for a fact having one Christmas spent the entire evening using him as the official nutcracker. He also has great strength and stamina, two other attributes I particularly enjoy.

He attempted to jump towards me, but got halted. "I will actually send you to hell if you come close to me soaked in sweat." I issued a warning. "Phew. I thought I'd died." "How do you feel about your body?" Curious, I inquired. Henry squeezed his fists back and forth, leapt a few times, and then ran. "It's fresh. It's as though something that had been confining me has suddenly shattered." In wonder, Henry responded. "You are now regarded as a genius. You will learn twice as quickly, and I have adjusted your body to be ideal for training." I spoke while seeing a variety of feelings racing through his face.

Matthias, on the other hand, had had to change into his tennis outfit as well, and his day-to-day appearance might mislead one to overlook his lean, muscular build. He had spent a better part of the last few years training to fill up his frame, so it went without saying that he boasted a well-built physique, with a body fat ratio that was rigorously maintained at 10 percent. His towering height gave the impression that he was neither strong nor athletic, but the truth was such that he packed a punch stronger than that of a world boxing champion.

Her mouth had been loose from not knowing his next reaction but in the thick of all that, she could not help herself from admiring how physically built and handsome Hendrick looks like a man. Henry is well built, more like an athlete, or he did the suitable sports which painted his manly traits. One could look at him and drip saliva out of her mouth. He could be labeled as every woman's dream. He was clothed in a white t-shirt but from looking at him, his shoulders were broad giving him a somewhat gigantic look. Unlike some jug belly men out there especially most of the rich ones that Jane had been seeing, he made a notable difference that challenged the rest to work harder, not only to purs