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Mold Me Hard—1

작가: Layo
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-05-20 07:55:28

I’ve modeled for painters, photographers, and bored housewives with too much wine and too little shame. But sculptors? They’re a different breed. Cold hands. Hungry eyes. And always, always too quiet while they stare at you like you’re already stripped.

This one was no exception.

His message was vague as fuck.

“Nude modeling. Studio downtown. 2 hours. Cash.”

I replied with a picture of my abs and a simple, What are you sculpting?

His answer?

> “You.”

So I showed up.

He was barefoot when he opened the door. Shirtless. Jeans low on his hips, streaked with dried clay. He looked like sin after a long day of wrecking things—and I was in the mood to be wrecked.

“Strip,” he said, already turning away.

“No hi? No name? I’m Noah, by the way.” I teased, stepping inside.

“You’re not here to talk.”

“True.” I unzipped my jacket. “But if I was. I’d ask what you’re planning to do with that block of clay and a man like me.”

He looked at me for the first time. Long stare. Like he was measuring me—cock
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