Novel & Cerita Tengen Shirtless

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.

Hіѕ ѕkіn іѕ a deep tаn undеr thе white hіgh quality соttоn. Thеrе’ѕ nоt a hаіr on his сhеѕt, аnd his nіррlеѕ аrе ѕmаll аnd pink. There are no tattoos on this mаn; juѕt thе ѕсеnt of еxреnѕіvе аftеrѕhаvе. I ѕlоwlу rеmоvе the ѕhіrt and wаіt. He’s lеft іn his раntѕ nоw, but hе stops my hands as I reach fоr thеm.

Just as I opened the tent’s door, I didn’t know he was also planning to come out and we collided, making us roll on each other. This time he was shirtless!

His pants. They fell away with tugs and pulls, leaving only heat and bare skin behind. We broke apart so Teslo could roll on a condom, and my mouth dried at the sight before me. I’d seen him shirtless before, but this was different somehow. His body was sculpted with such perfection I half expected to find Michelangelo’s signature lurking on one of his chiselled abs. Broad shoulders. Muscled chest. Bronzed skin and a faint dusting of black hair that tapered down to…

He asked leaning against the windowsill slowly undoing his shirt, Tegan followed his fingers licking her lips when he removed it revealing his beautiful perfect body, a stunning six pack, glistening abs and the low slung jeans that did little to hide the growing bulge behind his zip. ‘He, er I oh, wait no, er the Professor .. ‘

Aeden returned a few seconds later and he returned all dried and changed just in a pair of grey sweats, leaving his perfect abs all for display. I gulped looking at him. “You can change into this,” he said and forwarded a black T-shirt. I looked at the t-shirt before looking up at him. “Really?” I scoffed, raising one of my brows. “This sweatpants and this T-shirt are the only things I have here. And I don’t bring women here, so it’s either this or the wet clothes you are in.” He replied casually. The fact that he hadn’t bought any woman to this yacht before, an unfamiliar feeling floated in my body. And I knew I was getting carried away by his few deceiving words.

Ron said loudly causing Klen to laugh. "Just chill, bro, don't be obvious that you want me to have sex with you," Klen replied and suddenly touched the hem of Ron's branded tee-shirt. "Raise your hands, let's take your clothes off," Klen commanded and Ron immediately obeyed, as he raised his hands Klen immediately removed his upper garment exposing his six-pack abs, his arm and chest were also full of tattoos.

And the length of his shirt also covers half of my thighs. The door opened slowly, accompanied by Theo's masculine pheromone, making me ponder. I smiled happily as he stepped closer to me. This morning, my Alpha was so handsome, despite wearing only a white short-sleeve T-shirt and black training pants. His black hair is not combed so that it leaves a sexy impression and looks younger.

"Tch, what was I thinking!" I threw the towel into the corner of the room, and now I have put on Ozgur's lenin shirt. This shirt is too big, so it makes my body sink. "You look very sexy, Ara." I said, while posing in front of a large mirror. The lenin shirt that I wear only covers my upper thighs, this shirt shows my white thighs a little. This shirt is so thin, that my body is clearly printed. "Fuck underwear!" I'm not even wearing a bra or underwear. "Ozgur, damn it!"

Jake stripped down to his boxers next, the outline of his cock thick and pressing against the material, hard enough that it tented obviously, and he adjusted himself without shame, grinning at me as he did. Tom lost his shirt on the following turn, pulling it off to reveal his chiseled chest and abs, sweat already beading on his skin from the warmth building in the room, his pants low on his hips showing the V of muscle leading down. Lena ended up down to her bra and thong, bending over to pour another round of shots, her ass cheeks fully on display, round and firm, the thong string disappearing between them, and I could not help staring, my mouth watering at the sight.