Tengen Shirtless Romane & Geschichten

Completely naked. What the hell?

Stripping out of the damp jeans, I grabbed a thick white towel from the armchair and wrapped it tightly around my chest. Stepping back, I looked at him. Standing entirely shirtless in the morning sunlight, the man looked like a literal war god. Thick, corded muscle wrapped around his torso. His skin smelled of pine and raw power. Deep inside my lower belly, a hot, heavy pulse flared.

Days passed after the last sex, Mason came back immediately after Nora left Tyler's room. Which means they were one minute away from being caught. They had a good and great dinner but Nora can't seem to remove her eyes from Tyler who was shirtless, wearing an ash color long jogger with no boxers inside, outlining the length of his dick, although it wasn't hard it was still massive. The sight would get anyone moaning or even leaking squirts.

He was not letting me go which caused my shirt to be wet and see-through. "Jerk, why would you do this!" Pushing him away I tugged my shirt away from my skin. "You wear a black bra under a white shirt? Like, don't ya know what to wear and when." 'Such shameless guy he is, but don't girls like it?' My cheeks were red as I took his coat and wore it while Andrew was okay with his shirt wet causing his half body to be seen. His tattoo on the back of a dragon that was spitting fire was visible, and many other small tattoos were covering his upper right arm.

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.

The eight-pack abs were firm and alluring, with droplets of water lingering on his neck, streaming down his chest, gliding over his abs, and disappearing into the towel. Kane raised an eyebrow, feeling confident, attempting to observe every expression on Lani's fair face. However, his self-assuredness in his allure came crashing down when Lani, with a puzzled look, asked, "Why aren't you wearing a shirt? It's chilly in the autumn, and you're just strolling out with a bath towel. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

he looked down at my green oversized shirt. “It’s not that bad,” I replied breathlessly. “It is. Get that green thing off,” he said roughly, tugging on the hem of my shirt and pulling it up over my head. My nipples hardened as they came in contact with the cold air. I wasn’t wearing a bra because there was no point in wearing one, not with him around at night. Alessio’s eyes darkened, looking at my exposed chest. “Take it off for me,” he pointed his head to my thong. Then he leaned back as if he was watching a show.

Where was he? Where was Thane. The whole hall grew silent, and I noticed why, he just walked in. He was shirtless, only in a pair of torn-up jeans; he hadn’t bothered about washing off the blood of the men he had beaten up and killed; his body was covered in blood, and a cold shiver walked it way down my spine. His eyes were cold and empty; he didn’t look up to me once.

I spun on my heel, ignoring Leif, who was also shirt- less, wearing jeans that allowed the deep, chiseled V-line to show. Tattoos and men. Sex and sin. Fucking great. It was everything we didn't need here. I'd been fine without them! My attention slid toward laughter, finding Zayne in his suspenders, with his sleeves rolled to his elbow, smashing his ax through the wood. His bright eyes lifted, meeting mine as a smile played on his full mouth. He turned his head, and my gaze swung to Sian, who was also shirtless and had at least washed the blood off of himself. Eryx had rolled up his sleeves, leaving his olive- colored forearms exposed, showing off his colorful tattoos.

I cried as I looked down at him in frustration. His brows furrowed as he lifted his head up towards me. “They’ve been here for awhile. They were just waiting for you to go inside.” He stated as he gently set me down onto the ground. I looked around him and furrowed my brows. The men had started to take out the box’s one by one and were setting them near there truck. “Why are they shirtless?” I asked as my cheeks got red. They had just all had shirts on, how did they have time to take them off. Plus it was not hot, so what were they doing.