Novel & Cerita Just Some Guy Without A Mustache

“So, you imbeciles think pointing a gun to my head should frighten me?” Getting out of the car, Joshua stares the guy in the face. His light complexion with blue jeans and a golf T-shirt. He looks frightened as Joshua's eyes darken, and he grins, “so, gents, are we doing a staring contest, or are you naive?” “Hey, shut up,” said the second guy. He looks in his fifties; he got bearded and tanned blue eyes and is a bit overweight, wearing black pants and a white T-shirt.

He did not even have a biography and the profile picture was of a cat with a lollipop stuck to its fur. You could tell that it was an old account long forgotten about. I decided to g****e his name to see what popped up. Before I read through the results, I decided to click on images to see what pictures the media had of him. To my surprise there was a shirtless picture there, tagged Only Fans. My eyes widened and I chuckled in disbelief. “No freaking way!!!” I enlarged the picture on my screen and took in the scene before me. In the picture – he was shirtless of course, his hands were stuck in his pocket, and he was leaning against a rock in what seemed to be the forest, but like a fake fore

After a while, he nodded to the other guy's name, I can't remember for the life of me. Walking through the door, I find Mason standing shirtless, wearing only gray sweatpants. His hair is slightly tousled like he's been running his hand through it. Those tone muscles are on full display. My eyes dipped to his six packs, down to his abdomen belt. The man is sexy, and the small trail of hair disappears into his sweatpants. It doesn't even help that I already know what he's packing under those pants. The silence between us was loud as we looked at each other, not breaking eye contact. I realized he was not going to speak or make a move, so I decided to go first.

I looked over in shock, halfway wondering, Who’s this gonna be, the general manager? But it wasn’t a hotel employee, unless the hotel allowed guys to walk around out of uniform. He was completely bald, but in a Jason Statham or Bruce Willis badass way, not a ‘needs Rogaine’ kind of way. He was slightly dark with olive skin. He was wearing a black short-sleeve shirt and black dress slacks, and his arms and chest were powerfully muscled underneath. His nose had been broken once and never healed straight. His jaw looked like it was made out of granite, and he was wearing black sunglasses that completely hid his eyes.

Again, I wore no makeup, but I pinned my bangs back into a hump, and left the rest of my hair down in it's natural waves. "Thank you." I noticed a guy tagging along with Brandon. I haven't seen this guy before, but you could tell just by looking at him that he was a bad boy. I stereotyped him, which I felt bad for, but it just seemed so apparent. It didn't matter though, because he was very attractive. I think I even gave a flirty smile. His deep brown eyes stared at my face, as he seemed to send the same smile my way. "Who's your friend?" "This is--" Justin began, backing up out of the way so I could get a better look.

He may look annoyed, but honestly, it’s kind of hilarious to me. “Yongju, I am a man — a fully functioning male human being — even if I don’t have a visible Adam’s apple. Not every guy has one that shows, and in case you don’t know, some women actually have them too.” His tone is sharp, each word punctuated with emphasis, his eyes locked onto mine like he’s scolding a child.

"I can hardly wait for the fun you will provide me." ANDREIA "It is time to close." The dry voice made me squeeze my shot glass of tequila briefly. If I were in my best shape, and my vision wasn't doubled, I am sure the glass would have broken. I looked at the guy: a short young man in a dress shirt and jeans. His hair was black, perfectly slicked back with a lot of gel, his eyes were a dull blue, and he had a small nose. The guy was too pale; not in a handsome way, but sickly. If I liked his type, this guy would be in the cute category, but not fuckable.

That was exactly what Japheth could do. “You made it?” Caelum looked up from where he was sitting, cigarette between his fingers, hair slightly messed up, glasses on, with a laptop open before him. Behind him, an omega girl stood, caressing him, her fingers dipping into his shirt. I didn't know whether to classify him as a tech genius or a randy. “MVP, I thought you would be too busy comforting your treasure to care about us.” I rolled my eyes and grabbed an unopened bottle of Dalmore 64 Trinitas. It might be expensive but it burns real nice. Perhaps, it might numb the fire inside my chest.

she murmurs. We watch as the man with the mustache approaches, his gait forced and exaggerated, with Donald coming from the field. A wide, strained smile stretches across his wrinkled face. “Sir Jonathan! What an honor it is to have you here unexpectedly,” The moustache man exclaims, his voice taut with tension as he extends a hand for a shake. It's funny how humble the inhumane idiot can be when faced by a more powerful person. "Where is Prince William? We haven’t heard from him in quite some time.”

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