Novel & Cerita Kurapika Shirtless

Who wouldn't want that? Including Rara. "Take off all your clothes," Jimmy ordered while leaning on his golf club. He had already taken off his glove. The ball he had retrieved had rolled somewhere. "Serve me now." A wide smile appeared on Rara's face. Without much protest, she slowly removed each piece of clothing clinging to her body. Her breasts, still supported by a red lace bra, looked full and swayed along with their owner who was busy taking off her skirt and shoes.

Sharanya's POV After running our lunch date, my Mr Jerk is lost somewhere. My appetite was dead. I changed my clothes as he warmed me not to wear any clothes that explore my curves. This is not fair, he banned me for other's mistake. Wearing jeans shorts and a skinny baby pink T-shirt, I jumped in the bed as I'm not in the mood to go out. Yes, of course, the shorts gives a full view of my white creamy legs.

"Oh my, what are you saying? I am completely fine with a friendly hug." Marcus grinned at Aarnik and said," she is completely fine." The James room's door opened.. And there stood a blonde man shirtless and wearing trousers. "W-What are you…? Naked!!!" Kavya quickly covered her face with her hands , she was surprised to see James in that state. "What the hell? When did he become so shameless?" Aarnik mumbled, giving him a piercing cold look which was indirectly a warning.

Going down in a blaze of glory or something? He stripped his shirt off and laid it on his bag. He flexed his muscles as he kicked off his shoes. His track pants he left on for now. Menacing threats and intimidation were never as effective among men when naked with their pricks swinging about. Unless you're hung like Kody.

Kaelis followed him, wearing a T-shirt that reached mid-thigh, followed by Navo, who was shirtless. “You’re wearing Navo’s shirt … because?” Kaelis didn’t look happy. “He said my top was too revealing. He took his shirt off in the middle of the street and dressed me!” I tried not to laugh; the rest of the guys didn’t even try. They were laughing loudly. Marcus took out the jug of juice and 3 water bottles, before joining us at the table. “Navo was nearly raped though.” “I knew I should’ve gone with you,” Devin said.

Adara’s eyes widened as her eyes took in the sight of him shirtless. “Wha…what are you doing?” “Well, since we are actual wolves and not that made-up werewolves you see on television, my clothes will tear when I shift,” Kiran said, his T-shirt still in his hands. Adara tried to look away but she was mesmerized by him. “At least leave the room, Kiran,” Karani said, shaking her head with amusement.

I’m not kidding. Then I zoomed in on another picture and paused. His shirt looked… wrong? Like, off. I looked up and— My brain short-circuited. He was shirtless. Standing there in front of everyone, abs glistening like they’d been painted on, tattoos crawling across his chest and arm — a massive bird spreading its wings like it could fly off his skin. I forgot to breathe. And then people started screaming. Phones came up, girls pushed forward, and I was right there with them.

It's obvious the kid was playing around. "Here, water," I said tossing each one of them a bottle. They instantly gulped mouthfuls before putting down the now empty bottle and wiping their sweat. The room was fully air-conditioned but moving around so much must have caused them to sweat a lot that they started stripping off their soaked shirts before I knew it. I really don't mind seeing half-naked guys, not as much as they wanted to show off. I think Clark's got the best build among the four of them, maybe because he often plays the bass without a shirt. He's tall and lean. Not much tattoos either.

It was Kali's shirt that she'd borrowed to wear with her suit pants so as to look like an actual journalist. "Hold up, hold up!" Clea unwrapped her legs around him and pushed him away. She carefully undid the shirt buttons, pulled it off and hung it on the knob. "There." She turned to face him. "Let's not ruin any buttons this time." Tarik chuckled and pulled off his top. Clea was left staring at his huge chest and muscles. She swallowed, feeling a special kind of hunger. She shuffled closer and traced a scar which went across his shoulder to his neck. "What's this?"

“Nothing, Ma’am Charlene. Please, don’t mind us. Pretend we’re not here.” I shook my head and turned back to Kerill—only to completely lose my focus. He was wearing nothing but a sleeveless shirt and a black apron. His arms were fully exposed, muscles flexing with every movement. I swallowed. For some reason… I wanted to touch his arm. It looked… tempting. Stop it, Charlene! You’ll just give him the wrong idea. “Are you undressing me with your eyes?” I snapped back to reality at the sound of his teasing voice. He was smirking.