Iman Gadzhi Physique Novels & Stories

Zahara said. "Jason, age 20, height 5'7, half American half British, also carrys licensed gun with him" Sahir was angry. Junaid chuckled. "Still his height is less than you sir" Junaid muttered. "Abbu will never approve" Zohan muttered. Both of them joked about it. Zahara twitched her lips to them. Sahir coughed. "Colour white and blond hair" "So?"Zahara shrugged. "I don't want you to be with any white guy. I want an Indian boy" Sahir snapped.

A young man of average Indonesian height, ah no. In fact, he is quite tall for Indonesians. It was one hundred seventy eight centimeters high. With a proportional waist circumference of around seventies. His skin is brown with an oval face and short hair typical of Indonesian men. She is very sweet and charming. The charming smile with the dimple on the left makes him an idol among passengers, especially women. However, this is not the case today.

At the end of the day, working in the kiln is all about the muscles. ‘I will not disappoint you, sir.’ ‘Very well then, you start today. Jagdish will help you. What did you say your name was?’ ‘Vijay, sir. Vijay Chauhan.’ Jagdish had ash blonde hair – it wasn’t his natural hair colour. It was the ash from the factory. The unnatural hair colour made it difficult to guess his age. There were sharp lines on his forehead, a result of years of stress and hard work. The face was dull and like the other parts of the body was covered with white ash. His pitch-black eyes looked out of place – it radiated integrity and commitment. His bent posture gave an impression

If Gatlin came till than he will become vice president. After everything done it was more than 8 pm everyone going to have party but Adair excused his reason is same as before ‘something to do’ with that he drives alone to army base. When he reached Gatlin seems sleeping his upper body his still cloths less. Fair skin with some red and purple marks, he also have abs Adair trance his fingers over his abs they are hard and strong but his skin is smooth and clean. Adair also have abs better then Gatlin’s but his skin is wheat colour and because of army practice it is rough now there are my scars on his chest and shoulders which forms over the years.

Not only was I covered in shit, but of all the days I get saved, it happens to be from falling on my shit-covered ass by a living personification of my best collective fantasies in living form. The man could only be described as, a seven-foot-tall, Adonis with seductive warm caramel-coated skin wrapped over massive planes of muscles that would make a full-blown nun sigh. I continued to size him up, I catch a glimpse of his long flowing dreadlocks dangling ever so teasingly above his pectorals covered in black and rose gold armor. Painfully preventing me from getting a glimpse of what would no doubt be the most heavenly chest I’ve witnessed on a man like this up close.

He placed them between his fingers and went back and forth with them. Her nipples which were soft and fallen soon became hard and rigid. ‘Mr. Ross, what’s going on?’, Isioma said as Ross continued to kiss her. Isioma took off his shirt. She has never seen a man with such a hot body before. He had broad shoulders. His chest was so huge and his dark abs were showing so much. His abs were chiseled and strong. He must have trained so hard to get them. The lines were so deeply crafted inside his body. ‘A work of art’, Isioma thought to herself — even a perfect bar of Cadbury Nutzy Chocolate could never.

A handsome man seemed so busy struggling behind his desk, his sharp gaze was so serious looking at the data attached to his computer screen that he knew what it contained, which would surely make a lot of billions of dollars in cash, occasionally his hand stroked the surface of his thick lips to display a sexy impression. Any woman will definitely fall in love with seeing how handsome the man is. Enchanting, that's the image of an Inder Mahendra. A near-perfect 29-year-old man.

She is a typical Indian housewife with kids and grand kids, overweight by at least 15-18 lbs with huge breasts, fairly wide hips flaring in the shape of a pitcher, below her 'not so narrow', waist. However, her waist did appear narrow when looked upon in relation to her ample bosom and an extra wide bottom. She stood tall at 5feet 5 inches, taller than an average Indian female. Ah! And one more thing she is extremely fair. Her complexion is like saffron in milk with a pinch of vermillion in it.

This was fire, building slow, consuming. His hands roamed lower, shoving his shirt off, his pants following until he stood naked. My eyes swept his body. From that beautiful beautiful face, to that sexy Adams apple bobbing, to that strong, well refined six packs. He looked like a freaking Greek God and I'm not exaggerating. Finally, my gaze landed on his thick meat. Fudge!! It was huge!!

" So sir, if you don't mind, would you tell me your biodata? " " What??? Me?? " " Yes, you are a stranger to me, I don't know much about you and you are quite good looking... So can you please ??" She said with a smile. " Well, why not?? Ok !!! I am Siddharth Jindal. I am studying here in my fourth year and as you can see that I am tall, dark and handsome. My height is 6'1". My family consists of my parents and my elder brother, Gautam. My parents are bureaucrats and Gautam is a radiologist.