Obanai Shirtless Novels & Stories

Chapter 418 Naomi curled her lips in disdain. She took a step back the next second and pulled her shirt right off! "You!" Lora's eyes widened in shock. Naomi was still wearing a sleeveless T-shirt. In doing so, she completely dispelled the other’s suspicions. Which girl would take off her shirt in front of so many guys? Naomi deliberately raised her arms, showed off her muscles, and smiled wickedly. "I work out a lot, so I have big pecs."

Caught like this. I smirked, tilting my head as I zoomed in on one particular shot. His shirt was unbuttoned, slipping off his shoulders, his expression hazy—completely unaware, completely vulnerable. The dim lighting only made the scene look more damning. And Aisha? She was positioned just right, close enough that the implications were unmistakable. Damn.

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 picked out some simple clothes comprising of an unadorned black shirt folded at the arms along with black ripped jeans accompanied with some ankle boots. I was tying up my hair into a ponytail when a felt a hand forcing my hands away from my head. "Keep it open, it's better that way." I saw Oikawa standing behind me through the mirror in front of me. I smiled and shrugged an 'okay' and then turned around to see him wearing a black sweatshirt with ripped jeans and had his hair neatly down. I smiled and stepped towards him, and steadily allowed my hands to make their way to his hair and…

He was shirtless and had his back turned, his boy was tanned, and boy was he ripped, his arms were huge, I know they were from the clothes he wore but seeing him bareback was a different story. “Taking your fill I see” shit, I've been caught staring.

Once I got his permission, I slip inside the room, but then almost turns back when I saw he was shirtless, with just a white towel covering his waist down. He has a freaking eight packs and narrow waist. Muscles budges across his screen, and one directly lay from his waist and disappear into the towel. He is such a feast to the eyes I almost forget what I was here for. I cover my eyes, embarrassed that I had stare for a good while. "You could have told me you're dressing." "I'm just shirtless. Not a big deal." "I'll wait for you to wear something." "Whatever makes you happy." In less than ten seconds, he told me to turn around as he is done putting on his shirt.

Brittany said then they glance at Brittany who is wearing rashguard honestly speaking Brittany, is not a fan of sexy things she's more like a fitted suits but not that daring and She's more comfortable with rashguards than bikini. Most of the Slave wear bikinis except for her but she didn't even care, she's like that she want to suits her taste not to others taste. "Hello..," a very deep baritone voice resounded on there ears, and most of the slave giggle when they hear the voice it's there most favorite person it's King Shun Yu, she's wearing white beach style sleeveless shirt and trunks King Shun Yu defines for a hot bachelor model she's a definition of power and dominant's even in swimwea

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.

"What's this?" "A robe and a towel," he says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Go put it on, and wrap the towel around your head—like you just came out of the shower. You need it for the next setup." I want to ask why, but he turns back to his camera, dismissing me. Sighing, I head to the restroom, swap my tee for the robe, and leave my shorts on. No way I’m flashing anyone today. I get the answer to the question I wanted to ask when I head back to the studio to find Levi shirtless, wearing only a thin shorts made from the same silky fabric.

Finally, she finished my hair again, then stepped back to admire her work. “There. Perfect. Now the outfit.” I stood and began unbuttoning my shirt. Lena immediately spun around, her back to me. “What are you doing?” “Changing?” “Not in front of me! I’m already dressed, you menace.” I laughed, low and deliberate. “You’ve seen me shirtless before.” “That’s different. I’m ovulating—you don’t want me to get naked and naughty, do you?” She made a frustrated sound. “Just change. I’ll turn around. Don’t take too long.” I froze, trying to process everything at once. Ovulating. Naked and naughty. Hell yeah....