روايات وقصص ضمن Giyu Tomioka Shirtless

he says. I frown and turn to him. “Take off my …” I stop. Ryuki is standing there, completely naked. “Why aren’t you wearing your pants?” I squeak. “Because it’s easier to bathe without clothes on,” he says. “I …” I turn my head quickly, but not quickly enough. For all that is good and holy in this world! Are all men that large? I know I felt it earlier, but I was too startled to think about size. Is that normal? Are all men that big?

“Since when do you own workout clothes, Uncle Tom?” Aurora leaned against the kitchen doorway the next morning, arms crossed under her breasts, watching her uncle move around the living room. Tom pushed the coffee table aside and laid out a yoga mat. He wore tight black sweats that stretched across his broad chest and showed off arms that looked stronger than she remembered, paired with black gym shorts that hung low on his hips. Tom paused mid-push-up, sweat already glistening on his forehead. His jaw tightened as he looked up at her, breath coming steady but heavy.

It turned into an awkward half-hug. Pulling back, my eyes immediately found Levi, and everything else faded away for a moment. God, he was sexy even without the usual sharp tailored fabrics that fit him like they were made for him—which they most likely were. My man wore a plain white T-shirt that had clearly seen better days, now adorned with streaks and splashes of paint that told the tale of his inexperience. The fabric clung to him, just enough to highlight the strength beneath it, and the sleeves slid slightly around his arms as he moved.

I instinctively began apologizing, even as his face turned darker with every word i spit out. "Sure, go ahead." He said darkly, my heart stopped for a second. "What?" "Go ahead and replace the shirt, but i Will have you know that this is a limited edition new Cismst shirt, it was sown by the renowned Italian fashion designer, you should know that." Boom.

It stung, but I bit my lip and kept going. I noticed the tray I had brought earlier was still there—barely touched. I stacked the remaining dishes and started arranging them back on the cart when the sliding door behind me creaked open. And there he was. Ryoushin. He stepped out, barefoot, wearing a plain white shirt and gray shorts. His tattoos wrapped around his arm like wild ink flames, trailing all the way to the back of his hand. I hadn’t noticed them earlier. I guess I’d been too distracted by his eyes. His presence. His mystery.

Today was the closing ceremony for the art festival, and I had to go. When I stepped into the hall, the hustle and bustle instantly died down. Instead, everyone cast me strange glances while they looked at my collar. When I looked at the center of the hall, I was stunned. I saw an erotic portrait located over there. The model had an alluring figure and held a bold posture in the portrait. The red mole on the chest stood out like a sore thumb on the model’s fair body. When I looked up, I saw that the model had my face.

Tomás crosses his heart. “Okay.” I start stripping, yanking my shirt over my head and wriggling out of my jeans. Today, for once, I did wear a bra. I didn’t think it would help the situation if Damien was looking at my bouncing breasts while we drove to the apartment. I am also wearing the closest thing I have to granny panties—lacy full briefs—but that doesn’t seem to bother Tomás one bit. He swallows hard as he watches me take off my clothes.

Standing there was Victor, spreading his undeniable charm; except he was shirtless, with a towel wrapped around his waist, dangerously low. Oh, what the....

I assured him. “I’m here at a souvenir shop. Will that be enough?” “Hmm, you have to tell me the color of your shirt so that he can recognize you right away,” I told him. “I am shirtless and just wearing a board short and a slipper. Black cap and black sunglass.” Did he have to include the fact that he was shirtless? I took a deep breath while trying not to imagine his overall appearance at the moment, but I could sense from his voice that he was handsome.

I choke on my words. "Yes or no?" He asks, holding out the shirt he had worn today in his hands. A smile is playing on his lips. I contemplate. I'm wearing a hoodie and some skinny jeans. Would a shirt be better than choking to death on the hood of my top? Yes. "Yeah." I say softly. I'm wearing underwear, so it's not like I'll be naked. Plus, he's a lot bigger than me. Ramon grins, and tosses he shirt my way. I sit frozen when he unbuttons his jeans and kicks them off leaving him in only his underwear.