روايات وقصص ضمن Tatto Lengan

"Yep. They're on my hips, shoulders, waist and ankles. And this really awesome one around my eyes. I think I like this one the best." "I like the ones on your shoulders, they look like tribal tattoos." Ally laid back and picked up some meat. "Thank you for whatever meal this would be, Salax." "No problem," he grinned and walked out, going to do whatever it was he always did when he disappeared. "I forbid you to get any more diseases, do you hear me, young lady?"

But he was still anticipating seeing what would be his next move. Carson just placed his hand right over the blanket covering his hard rock dick. He had his one leg was stretched straight and other was bent inside... He was looking no less than a sexy model. Displaying his tattoos. Only Carson among the three had tattoos on his body. His arm had a black band; his right leg had an ANCHOR right above his ankle and not to forget the DEVIL TRYING TO CATCH HIS NIPPLE. Well it was a devil printed on his chest above his left nipple extending his hand as in to grab his nipple.

As he lifted it, his sleeve pulled back a little, revealing part of the snake tattoo. Mar froze mid-step. “Wait.” Porto squinted. “Hold on… what’s that on your arm?” Lance looked down like it was nothing. “Oh. That? Just a tattoo.” “Just a tattoo?” Mar repeated. “Since when do you do ‘just tattoos’?” Porto walked over and grabbed Lance’s arm to look properly. “Whoa… that’s actually insane.” He turned Lance’s arm slightly under the light, studying the snake wrapping around the scars. “The way it goes over the scar… that’s not normal work. That artist knew what he was doing.”

A butterfly tattoo stood out on the left side of his left wrist. " A cup of Pina colada please." his seductive voice came out a bit low, his lips were shaped into a natural smirk. "Here." The bartender seemed a bit familiar with Lucas, they acknowledged each other with a nod. Lucas took a big gulp of the drink. A drop of liquid tried to escape the corner of his lips but he used his thick veiny masculine hands to wipe it, an eye catching bold silver ring on his index finger flashed from the lights gracing the corners and top of the bar.

I hear Tatum say. "Yes it is." I say as I continue looking up at the sky. " I wasn't talking about the moon." I hear Tatum whisper in my ear. I instantly feel my heart start to race. I look down and quickly move to the side and turn around. I look at Tatum suddenly realizing he's shirtless. The tattoo that always peeks out above his suit collar spans down his neck to his shoulder, chest, and side. Its beautiful tribal design holds many details as the lines cross over in every direction. I suddenly realize I'm staring and feel my cheeks flush.

And if you complain too much, I'll start rolling on you. With a little effort, Elena managed to get his shirt off and was amazed at how many tattoos he had. The room was only dimly lit – a lamp was turned on in the left corner of the bed – so she couldn't see very well, but she could see the shape of some of them. His left shoulder had some sort of tribal tattoo, very detailed, full of shapes and not leaving too much skin exposed. The rest of her arm had a fire snake that went all the way to the wrist, which is why she had never seen it, as she had only seen him in long sleeved shirts and they were hidden all the time.

His lips are parted and his hair messy around his face, his hands are resting on his stomach and his legs are supported on a foot stool. As if I was under a spell I let my fingers run through his hair, allowing me to have a better look at his perfect face and his tattoos going up his neck, fuck me he is one sexy piece of ass. He’s only in boxer shorts, so his body is showing, he’s got both his legs tattooed and his chest going up his neck and into both his arms forming sleeves. They are beautiful, just like him. “Take a picture, will last longer” – I hear him say with a grin on his face

And then I noticed a snake tattoo, elegantly etched onto his body. He got tattoos? Lucian isn’t a fan of tattoos. The black snake tattoo on his shoulder was truly a work of art. The texture of the snake's skin seemed to leap off his shoulder, giving it a lifelike appearance. The snake's eyes were particularly captivating, as they were jet black and seemed to stare right into your soul. Its gaze was intense and piercing, adding to the overall power and presence of the tattoo. Moving down his arm, another striking tattoo caught my eye. A beautiful rose adorned his skin, with delicate petals and intricate shading. The colours used were a mix of vibrant reds and soft pinks, giving the rose a lif

I crumpled onto the leather couch and gave myself a moment to take in Talon’s imposing form. His arms and hands were covered with intricate tattoos, each one telling its own story. Another design snaked up the side of his neck. A dark gray V-neck shirt stretched taut across his broad shoulders. The Warriors patch on the back of his vest gleamed white in the dim lamplight.

"Milo! Put me down! Milo this is not funny. Put me down!" When we were inches away from the lake, he decided to put me down. I was standing right in front of him as I stare at his tatted body. His butterfly tattoo was big, he had two birds right on his chest and some more on his arm, and a little on the other. Damn, he has a gorgeous v-line and his abs were dominant. He had biceps which were too die for and shit, this guy has a nice pair of legs! Look at that! So slim, long, and perfect! His legs were much longer than mine! He was inexplicably sexy and tempting. I glanced at his bulge.