Novel & Cerita Quentin Dean Nude

Demien stepped in, zipped the tent closed, and started undressing without a word. He pulled off his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest, defined abs, and that perfect V-line disappearing into his shorts. Then the shorts came off. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His thick cock hung heavy between his muscular thighs, already half-hard. I couldn’t stop staring. The memory of him eating Lena’s pussy and then fucking her senseless kept flashing in my mind, making my own cock twitch desperately. Demien noticed. Of course he did. He walked over to me, completely naked, and stopped right in front of my face. His cock was now fully hard, thick and beautiful, the head already glistening with pre-cum.

I haven't even finished speaking, "I don't want to be a model, but if they want me so bad, why not take it? It's just one campaign." "I'm not fucking done yet," I snap, even more annoyed now. Dean has that effect in me, "It's a nude shoot. Fully nude, you'd only be wearing their jewelry. I don’t think they want to show dick, but they probably want to show ass.” My dad groans, already not liking this. "Oh," Dean lets out, taken aback for a second. Then he leans back and lifts his shirt to flash his barely there abs, "I look hot naked, so I'll take it... is that okay, daddy?"