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he explains, lifting a hand to scratch the back of his neck. "Trust me, it's the same. You'll be showcasing the product while maintaining your identity as athlete," I shrug, then I take a deep breath and force myself to say this because I know it's what been bothering them the most, "And I promise, it will not be... 'gay' in any way. It will not paint you in a feminine light, the goal is the opposite. To create a funny juxtaposition that will make your male fans want to buy this."

I stood there with a big grin, a prominent dick print and a flannel shirt. Pete's grinned, "The shirt has to go, but you might keep the underwear for support...you know? You don't wanna hurt the boys." Jo smiled at both of us, "Damn, I love man bulges!" Using her fingertips to lightly stroke both of us, "I hope these will be featured during our tour." Not knowing what they had planned, I responded with a big grin, "They could be a really big part of the tour, later tonight."

However, they were still the most powerful and no other member dared to offend them. Number one was called Mr. Zero with a logo of Pheonix and Number two was called The Ice King and had a logo of a flying dragon. Number three was called Mr. Z with a logo of a horse and Number four was called Bloody Sapphire with a logo of a crown and at last, was the Number Five called Demon with a logo of a sword. Their logos were made of pure gold and diamonds based on their positions. The man who had just stepped in saw the other three members sitting around the table in a dim-lit room. he had the logo of a beautiful crown on his chest which shined in the darkness.

She couldn’t wait to surprise her new friend with it once they got settled. “I hope this is alright?” Whitney splayed her palms out on the denim surface of the skin tight jeans from Urban Outfitters and grinned impishly. So she does own a pair of boots. Hollis whistled in approval at the tan hiking style footwear, and let her eyes trail up to Whitney’s cotton pink sweater with the words “Candy Girl” inscribed on the center. The other girl’s hair was tied up in a messy bun, and even without makeup her skin gave off a fresh, dewy glow.

Casey loves seeing her so vibrant and free. They are both dressed casually, wearing jeans. While Casey chose to wear a dark blue long-sleeved henley, Heather decided to show her team spirit by wearing a t-shirt with the Celtics logo emblazoned on her chest. Every time she stands up to cheer, the shirt rides up a bit, exposing her midriff's soft, pale skin. Casey knew Heather was beautiful, but tonight he cannot get over how sexy he found her. During halftime, in an effort to distract himself from his growing attraction, he asks Heather how she became such a die-hard fan.

“But I’m a tomboy. Look at the way I dress.” “You are my tomboy and I’m okay with that. I find it sexy but if you want to change we can always go shopping.” “I prefer it this way.” “Same here.” He smiles and kisses me lightly. “Don’t let my past bother you.” “I will try not to but what if I run into your flings?” “No one will touch you. They wouldn’t dare.”

he whispered while roaming his hand across her big butts, which were clothed in a tight pantie. "Mr Josh!" One of the guards called out, and he snapped out of his act. "Oops! My bad. I'm sorry. "I was taken away by her lustful body." He complained and got to work. Picking up his mini tattoo machine, he sat down on a tall chair close to her and began his work. He began to draw the vipers logo on the left lap of her body, which is the body of a red shining snake with the name "vipers" in the belly spot of the snake; however, he decorated it with a touch of blue.

"How do you say "beautiful boobies" in Turkish? "Lawrence asks Hunter, studying him as if he were a kind of God of perversion. I said more than once that it would be a bad idea to come to the Hooters Hotel and Casino, but, having as company three people who do not make the slightest point of hiding the obsession with the female sex, I was forced to agree to make our first stop at the place where the waitresses parade in short and tight clothes to earn the night's commission.

I sighed smiling, shaking my head at him. "Looks like it's my turn" he grinned and grabbed the first box with his name on it., he opened it up and pulled out a shirt, the logo was facing him, but I was able to see it. In big, bold lettering on it, it said: "That's what" -She "Awesome" he laughed and turned it around fro everyone to see. Everyone glanced at it, then had to think about it. But you could see when it clicked in their head, then they started laughing. "Let me guess, Damien?" he raised an eyebrow at him.

They turned abruptly, their focus shifting towards the approaching motorcycles, the growl of engines vibrating through the ground. My breath caught in my throat as I peered through the darkness of the flames and burnt charred recognizing the men who rode towards us. The leather jackets, the snarling logos emblazoned across their vests—they did not belong to the Demented Devils. They represented a rival gang, one that reeked of danger and chaos. An ominous sense of foreboding settled over me; the air crackled with tension. Their logo featured hornets intertwined with flames—the emblem of the Chaos Hornets.