Justin Chien Nude Novels & Stories

“So, who’s the biggest threat you have? “He’s actually a Chiyad.” “Are you just saying that?” “No, really. The guy is huge. Name is Justin.” Without warning, Lo falls, crashing to the ground and rolling several times into the brush and dirt on the side of the path. I run over, picking her up by the elbow, noting several gashes in her arms. Her skin is pale white. “Goddess, Lo! Are you ok?” She doesn’t speak at first, and I think she’s got the wind knocked out of her.

The vibrations of the engine shook the entire vehicle, and the chain attached to my wrists clinked with every bump like a funeral bell. The other passengers, "co-detainees," if one wants to be vulgar, were eyeing me from the corner of their eyes. One was chewing gum like a bored cow, her jaw keeping time to an invisible song. The other, as broad as a bulldog, sported tattoos that climbed her neck like brambles. She looked like she had won a scar contest. Me, I was dignified. The handcuffs on my wrists weren't chains; they were invisible Cartier bracelets.

He exhaled sharply. “Was I too rough yesterday?” he wondered, then immediately brushed off the thought. “She deserved it.” The girl was wearing a loose hoodie far too big for her small frame, white sneakers with red stripes, and a cap pulled low to hide part of her face. She looked like a lost high schooler in the wrong place. “Does she normally dress like this?” Justin muttered, a deep frown forming on his forehead. On the screen, Nadine was massaging her tired feet before taking a sip from the plastic bottle she brought. Then she entered the restroom and began working, scrubbing the floor and cleaning between the tiles with careful precision.

Justin said Once we made it to the Packhouse, I went to my room and got ready for training. I took a shower and decided to wear a pair of black shorts and a sports bra to train in. Once I was ready, My mom, Justin, and I walked to the training field. My eyes landed on Chace to see him standing on the fighting field, talking to some of the head warriors who helped with training. I couldn't help but stare at him. He had on a pair of black shorts and no shirt showing off his muscular chest that I wanted to run my hands all over and possibly lick... Stop it, Justina. Don't forget how he treated you.

" Natalia asked, "Yeah, we are cool, and he moves closer to her, and he kissed her, meanwhile, Natalia has been long he had sex last, so she was eager to see Justine size phisically, and he slide her hand Into his pant and felt the size, and she smiles, "Why are you smiling?" Justino asked, "I think I don't expect this size, but It's manageable" Natalia retorted, "I'm perfect In using my size" Justino said, and he smiles, and he stripes himself naked, and he carried her Into the bedroom, and, and he asked, "are you ready tonight?"

Justin appeared at my side, leaning against the counter, too close to be casual. Not that I minded, really. "Oh, so you'd rather I die of dehydration, is that it?" I asked. He rolled his eyes, corners of his mouth kicking up. "I told you to just call for me if–" "Who's this chick?" a deep voice interrupted Justin. A burly blond dude had appeared from behind, flashing me a wolfish grin. I was absolutely repulsed by the way his eyes raked down my body. I noticed how Justin had inconspicuously tried to move to stand between Creepy Dude and I.

Sunlight filtered through the canopy, making the water sparkle. It was the most beautiful place on this island. Justin set down his bundle of clothes and pulled his torn shirt over his head. I tried not to stare at his chest. At the muscles that flexed and rippled under his skin. At the way the sunlight caught the light hair trailing down from his navel and disappearing into his waistband. I failed. "You going to just stand there?" Justin asked, a smile playing at his lips. "Or are you going to help me wash these?"

Justin slapped away Alex's hand which seemed to be wandering to his loins. “Let him checkkkk!” Hardin laughed. “You both have gone mad.” Justin hissed, he lifted his eyes to the door and there he saw her, dressed in a simple white shirt which was sleeveless and a very long jeans pants which covered her heels, her long hair was put in a wavy hairstyle and it danced flawlessly behind her. Justin was so lost in admiring her that he stood to his feet and moved towards her, his ears blocked to his friends calls.

I got it on and peered at the screen. It was a text. The name on top of the text icon read Tina. I realized that until now she had temporarily stopped texting. I had not even noticed until this text right now. I contemplated shoving my phone back into my pockets but curiosity got the better of me, and I tapped on the text icon to open it. There was a nude picture of her in something that looked like a black Jeep with a red interior, her breasts propped up on the steering wheel and her back arched, thighs parted as she stared sideways at the camera, lips parted and hair tousled.