Kurapika Shirtless Novels & Stories

Dropping the clothes, I turn around to ask for one of his shirts and find him shirtless and tugging down his jeans. Holy back porn. It's outlined in muscle and is a golden tan. Holy shit he has lower back dimples too. My eyes skim along his bare skin, wishing it were my hands instead. My hands strangle themselves, my mouth parting to allow the labored breathing to pass. His jeans drop to his feet, and he bends over to kick them off. That round ass on display for my pleasure. My eyes scan the white tight briefs cleaning to his tight-. Wait, are those bananas?

I violently turned to him. He was still wearing the same clothes, a white polo shirt with a crocodile logo on the side, and besides beige synthetic shorts that reach the height of his knees. "What the hell?" I answered him while he was frowning. "Why are you wearing just a bikini? Aren't you going to put on a t-shirt first and then shorts?"

He seemed to be fascinated by the sight of her blushing so intensely that he couldn't take his eyes off her She was wearing booty shots that had bears print on it with powder pink sphagatti strips top A complete mouthwatering , droolworthy meal for him which he would like to devour through his eyes , hands and mouth At other hand , Taapur started being distracted by the sight of his upper body again . His mouthwatering abs were at full view Wear something please .... ,, Taapur said and looked down immediately in embarrassment Why ? What's the need to wear clothes when I am going to sleep without it ? .... ,, Abhimanyu spoke as he continued to blowed his long wavy hair

he explained, staring down at me with a soft smile etched on his face. “Oh yeah, right,” I groaned, pulling myself off the couch. Sluggishly, I made my way to the bathroom, to take a quick soak. I didn’t even bother to wash my hair. I only strengthen it. I slipped into some baggy jeans, paired with a black unisex softstyle t-shirt that says “BE THE KINKY VERSION OF YOU” and my limited edition Jordans. Julian wore a white, fitting T-shirt and some gray sweatpants with it, and I couldn’t help but stare. He always looked so good without any effort whatsoever.

Even Ethan had a bright smile on his face, but the thing was… They were all shirtless.

"Please, Cage. I want to see your dick. Please don't make me beg, just take it out and show me." "You don't need to beg, I'll show you," Cage answered after a brief pause. He unzipped his shorts, lifted his butt and pushed them down, then lifted his legs and took them completely off. Kota leaned a little forward to get a good look while Cage pulled his shirt off over his head. She didn't mean he should get naked, but she wasn't about to complain. "Oh, you're uncircumcised.You're so hard. I did that to you?" Kota whispered in her breathy, low, sultry voice.

How fun would it be to watch the men run about, half of them bare from the waist up, with her best friends? “We’ll be skins then,” Cassius offered, already pulling off his jerkin and tunic. “That hardly seems fair,” Landon retaliated. “You did pick first,” Cassius replied, but Kit was too busy staring at his naked chest to pay much attention to what he had to say. His biceps rippled as he tossed his tunic aside, and Kit did her best to keep from licking her lips. Looking around, she took in the other shirtless Representatives, and while they were all shapes and sizes, a few stood out to her. She made mental notes regarding which ones she’d want to see again sooner rather than later and which

“Now, stand. Feel the ground beneath your feet. Connect with your tiger. Let him awaken your strength. Then we begin. Take off your clothes.” Kaplan froze, a flush rising to his cheeks. His mind raced, caught between instinct and modesty. Take them off? Now? He glanced at Tharion, whose gaze was calm and unwavering, leaving no room for argument. Swallowing hard, Kaplan’s fingers fumbled with the edges of his tunic. If I don’t… something tells me I won’t like the consequences. With a deep, steadying breath, he began to strip off his clothes, feeling a strange mix of vulnerability and anticipation. The moment the last piece fell away, he sensed it—the raw, untamed energy of Shan, surging up to

Just like right now, I want to burn this image of him in my mind. He was shirtless, but he still had his pants on and he was putting on an apron. Yes, I really am going to bleed to death if I have to keep seeing him like this. He’s so hot.

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!