Kurapika Shirtless Novels & Stories

Cupping my face, he loosen the belt off my pants and stripped me bare. He slipped each button free and pushed his shirt off his shoulder. He had the grim reaper with a Russian Orthodox cross tattooed on his chest. And I was right about his abs. It was nothing I've ever seen before. He had my hands trailed his body to his zipper. It was pushed out in a curve, tricky to maneuver but I managed, and one quick tug, I had his trousers and boxers thrown on the floor. When I looked, his nine-inch beautiful monster was staring at me.

We went for jet skiing, scuba diving, fishing and swimming. I looked at the front and saw him walking towards me while running his fingers through his hair. He was looking a model straight out of the magazine. I narrowed my eyes when I realized that many females are staring at him. Not starting but eye raping over his shirtless sexy body. He came towards me and layed his head on my lap. "Karthik, wear your shirt" I said shaking his shoulder. He removed my hand from his shoulder and clasped it with his left his.

he cut her off, tearing his shirt off. She gaped at him, when he went on to unfastening his jeans, quickly pulling them down and only exhaled when she saw his shorts inside. Her thoughts were completely interrupted and she could not remember what they had been talking about. This man's hypocrisy was on another level. She wasn't allowed to wear a t shirt and jeans but he could strip in front of her?

"Sorry? That won't clean my shirt!" The drunken Camilla just stood still as she swayed, trying to hold back her vomit that wanted to come out once again. As a result, the girl vomited again and the liquid droplets even got on Kairav's shoes, limited edition shoes of which there were only 10 pairs in the world! It was his favorite pair. And it was ruined by a drunk woman whom he would have preferred to spend the evening with, not this...this fucking girl! Kairav did not care about Celine or Camilla anymore. The man immediately turned around and left the club while taking off the shirt that the man was wearing. The man slammed his shirt into the rubbish bin in front of the club and walked towa

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.

Her eyes were sparkling as she said, "This must be cooling." Keegan was taken aback. 'This is the kind of shirt that male strippers wear when they dance, isn't it?' "And these shorts." Stella held the shorts up with her hands. Keegan was silent when he looked at it. The shorts and the fishnet t-shirt were a set. They were tight grid boxers. And what was more demoralizing was that they were freaking crotchless pants! Stella only noticed that when she held them up. 'I was wondering why this shirt was so revealing.

He had just one tattoo drawing, on his heart area, like a comic parody of — is that Cat Woman? And more than that, he emitted a darker aura than the other two. For the love of God, are those abs even real? They were all so fucking ripped, like those men who give hardcore BDSM fucks in those p**n videos I watch with Gilda. Oh gosh! Was this the sex suite? The one sitting seemed ripped, as his shirt fit him like a glove, stretching out his muscles, and also the one standing with a phone, he was fucking ripped. But the one dressed in black and had a shirt on his shoulder? He was fucking shredded. A buff fellow, my God!

India never cares! All of us turn to the source of knox. He is in a tight white shirt that clings to his bulging mucles. He is wearing a tight jeans that also clings to his legs and even though he is extremely angry right now. He still looks hot . I shake my head and try not pay attention to his body.

I guess. King is in jorts and a blue tee with the inscription ‘all the ladies ...’ written in block letters in front, my brows furrow at that, then he laughs and turns round. “Get the back.” He says, and I read the words at the back written in cursive. ‘...take them off for me.’ and below it is a picture of ladies’ underwear. I face palm and groan making him laugh as he turns to face me again. “This is unbelievable, why would anyone make a shirt like that, and why would you buy a shirt like that and wear it?” Boys are just really crass sometimes.

His thumb circled my clit, slow and deliberate, building the pressure until I was squirming. Kade chuckled, dark and sinful, as he stripped off his shirt, revealing a chest carved from marble, dusted with dark hair that trailed down to his abs. "We're going to fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name." He unbuckled his belt, shoving his jeans down. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum. My mouth watered at the sight.