Garou Body Novels & Stories

Eleonor even suddenly feels thirsty. Giovanni is wearing an extremely tight, long-sleeved, and high-collared black shirt that squeezes his muscles and marks each of the eight packs of his abs. The pants are also compressing the leg muscles, but the shorts prevent Eleonor from looking closely at the way the fabric fits those thick, muscular thighs. At that moment, she manages to point out how Giovanni is simply huge. Even his shoulders are popped and well-defined. It's like there's nothing about this body that isn't sculptural.

she gasped, her face screwed up in disgust. He grinned down at her, his crooked teeth gleaming in the dim streetlights. He was wearing baggy ripped blue jeans and a grey T-shirt that moulded to his hard, lean muscles. His head was shaved and tattoos showed on every visible part of his body, including a grinning skull plastered across his face. Most of his tats were emblazoned with gang images. He reached out to grab her again and she threw up a hand to push him away.

She sometimes curses and so on. When they were both nearing drunk, Alexis leaned closer to Akira. “Hey… I heard on my way here that you'll have a bodyguard?” Akira hiccuped, “Yeah, grandfather insisted.” Alexis chuckled, “Ugh! I envy you! For sure, it will be a very hoooot bodyguard~.” Akira cringed and yelled, “Are you out of your mind?” “What?~ bodyguards have great bodies. They're hot!” Alexis protested and held Akira's shoulder. She began to pull her.

It was her highness kneeling over his body, covering her limitations with such overwhelming pleasure, her tongue so slow, coating every inch in silent worship, all she could hear was the sound of her lips and it drove Lauren crazy, making her so exciting and hard, trying to contain the moans the back of the right hand that took the mouth, to break its tension. Karila slid her thumbs over Lauren's member, caressing and appreciating her body so beautiful, she couldn't imagine how she could have hated herself for so long when she was young, she had such a beautiful body and attractive enough, the entrance to her intimacy was beautiful, the porcelain skin contrasted with her stormy vigor, there

The following night. At a safe house prepared by Black Garuda on the outskirts of Mahatara City. Arka and Black Garuda waited calmly. A few moments later... Thud! Thud! Thud! Heavy footsteps came from outside. The door opened. A huge figure stood in the doorway. The man's body almost filled the entire entrance. A simple camouflage shirt, bronze skin, muscles like steel, and a crew cut. His face looked honest, yet tough. Steel Fang.

Violeth added in a spoiled tone. "And at that time I have not had time to see your beautiful body." Thomas touched his own forehead. "Gosh, forget it! I'm going crazy if I remember touching a pair of round, springy things on your body." Carver is even more amused to hear that Thomas has touched Violeth's. He remembered that when he felt Violeth's twins' mounds which were extremely soft and large in size, Violeth's chest indeed had a large size which was not owned by normal women.

The first pump of my hand on my cock was tentative, cautious, and I almost lost it when Ajax’s eyes darkened as beads of precum formed at my slit, slowly joining the small pool on my abdomen. He was looking over every inch of me now, and it made me grateful I’d never really suffered from body image issues. I knew I was attractive, from my curly blond hair to my blue eyes, to my wide shoulders and trim hips, a body defined not from working, but from the exercise I made myself get when I wanted to.

“Didn’t mean to scare you. I was just checking out the work that Cora did. She’s got a rough hand in stitching, but with your healing, it should be nothing but a mere mark by tomorrow. “He gave me a nervous smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t really get to introduce myself when I grabbed you in the forest. The names Garren.” He held out his hand, his knuckles covered in scars, and his nail beds filled with some kind of soot. His skin was lightly tanned, showing how long he spent out in the burning sun. He gave me a crooked half-smile. His grey eyes were soft as he stared at me. He had a scar that ran across his cheek, narrowly missing his eye. His shoulders bulged out, and his

My fingers move in a familiar, circular motion over the bundle of nerves, my breathing picking up, my body tensing. What if he grabbed me instead of walking away? What if he threw me on the bed and did what we couldn’t do back at home? I would be totally at his mercy. And I’d love it. My body tenses, eyes squeezed tight. My free hand rubs my tits before I pinch my nipples, moving back and forth.

The man obviously showed no emotion. He was incredibly attractive too. She thought. It was such a shame he was so grumpy all the time. He had dark wavy hair she wanted to run her fingers through...And strong arms. A Class-A hunk. She thought. Tall, dark and handsome with a body brimful of strong masculinity. Dark and intense....Like his eyes...which seemed to bore holes in her everytime he looked at her. Kimberly sucked in a quick breath as her heartskipped into a wild canter. She shouldn't be thinking about him like that.