“HIPS” in italiano

An electric shock ran up through Sam’s abdomen and hips before shooting up his spinal cord.

Without moving his feet, he danced with his hips and back while he hummed, bmp, th’buh’bmp, and played an air guitar.

Cassian groaned, hips bucking a bit where he knelt, and she cut him a reprimanding look.

His hips arced toward her, and he tilted back his head, exposing the strong column of his throat.

He watched her hips undulate, and braced his large, powerful hands on either thigh.

His jeans hung low on his hips and his hair stood on end.

The endless marching wore at his feet and his hips.

Cassian rose behind her, gripping her hips.

They looked underfed, loose skin draped over bone, but Rew knew that they held their weight and their muscle in their hips and their necks—hips to propel them in leaps to pounce on prey, their necks to rip and tear once they’d sunk their teeth into flesh.

His hips flexed, and he slid in another inch—then retreated nearly to her edge.

Zaine squeezed by, a bow in hand, a quiver on her back, and the two daggers hanging from her hips.