Derrick Henry Body Fat Novels & Stories

For a second, I just had to look up to get a good look at him. His six-foot-three of solid muscle stood in the doorway with a grease stained sleeveless tank top that showed off his enticing muscles. The material clung to his chest like a second skin, sexily. Meanwhile, the dark jeans he wore hung low on his hips. Sweat ran down the dips and grooves in his massively contoured body. My mouth ran dry. I wanted Derek. But no, I couldn't. He was forty two and married to Lisa, a nice gym instructor. Or at least she always tried to pretend to be nice outside.

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.

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