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Antonio added. "Inform me when his ship will land on shore and ask our men to turn ship into different direction." Damien instructed. "OK sir." Antonio then went to complete his task. Damien looked at the photographs. There was a woman in a sapphire blue gown holding the arms of a smiling man who was wearing blue tuxe. On each side there stood two boys wearing the same tuxe as the big man. The boy on left had a cold, expressionless face while the one on left had a naughty smile.

He should have guessed the doc was nearly married the first time he saw it. Too fucking perfect. No wonder Nathan was clawing to hold on to him. Aiden: I don’t have any nudes. Lukas: Then take one. Sit with your legs spread, hold your cock up for me to see. Lean back and take the pic with your phone between your thighs, angled up. For a moment there was nothing. Lukas almost laughed, ready to call him a coward. Then the three little dots appeared and a picture followed, attached to a single message:

Just open space where anyone could walk in and see the quarterback getting his dick sucked by a dude. Braden was already there. He was standing under one of the shower heads, naked. The hot water ran down his massive body. His back was to Jake. Jake could see the thick muscles of his shoulders and the tight dimples above his big, muscular ass. Braden turned around. His cock was already half hard, hanging heavy between his legs. Even soft, the fucker was huge. Cut and thick, with a big mushroom head. His pubes were trimmed short and his heavy nuts hung low.

Just as I stepped through the door, my phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down and squinted. No name. Just an unknown number. Hmm… Strange. The picture loaded slowly, then it appeared. My eyes went wide the second it came into focus. My hands shook so hard I almost dropped the phone. Nico was in it. He was naked, lying on his side. Nico’s eyes were closed. He looked like he was asleep. His arm was draped over a blonde‑haired woman, pulling her close against him. Her bare back was to the camera.

Just as I'm about to leave the site an image pops up, it's him. It's a picture of his... body downwards. I drink in the sight before me, his cock is hanging low in his gloved hands. How can a man's junk look 8inches while asleep? Who the fuck will take that in them? I bit my lips either way, my mouth watering at the image. I can try to take that in my mouth, fuck. Tamer: let's make that little cunt of yours get her release now, shall we? What? Now?

The guy sent me a faceless nude, a Latino guy who looked fit and large, wearing just a little cross on a chain with a hard cock that must have been 8+ inches. Omg, nice, I pulled over and texted him for a while, sent him some pics of my little ass and hole, clean shaven. And I sent pics of my body and face, I'm 5'8 and kinda muscular. He said to me, "I'll pound it and make u suck." I'm gonna refer to him as J.

With a leer, I added, "I'm more than happy to help you wash off those hard-to-reach places." "You're a degenerate." Her cheeks were flushed, though, and I knew she was turned on, too. "And you love me for it." I pulled harder, and Quinn stumbled to her feet, landing smack against my chest, just as I'd hoped. She was wearing a black bikini that set off her tanned skin and showed off her curves. Her body was utter perfection: long slim legs, flat stomach and rounded hips ...an ass that was just right for grabbing, and those tits? Well, when they were on display in the two triangles that made up her bathing suit top, my dick was in perpetual state of arousal.

Vulk remarks as the elevator opens to reveal a naked body lying on the floor before us. Vulk rolls the body over and checks his vitals. He shakes his head in the negative. “Damn it, Ki,” I say, inspecting the body for what killed him. “This is the infamous unicorn?” Vulk asks incredulously. “The unicorn is a male prostitute?” “Well, they could only be caught with sex,” I explain, standing up and moving through the open door to room 12, “and he no longer trusted women.” “I thought they were like a horse? Where’s his big horn?” Vulk demands, gesturing at an invisible horn jutting from his forehead.

But Ara doesn’t stop squealing, her hands covering her face. “Zedrick! Why have you become so lewd now?” “Lewd?” “Yes. Look at that wall frame. It’s you. Yuck. Since when have you started taking photos while doing sex? I’m sure you have lots of sex videos already.” I look at the wall frame horrified. It's indeed our half-nude photograph, enclosed in a life-size frame. Even if my arm is draping around her abdomen, it still shows her hardened, perking breast. The white sheet conceals only our genitals, but it outlines my poking manhood.

The more I stare at it the more the sense of familiarity grows. I hear the creak of the door opening, so consumed by the photograph I hadn’t noticed someone approaching. In a flash, I place the picture back face down and spin around to come face to face with none other than Quade. My breath catches in my throat, but not because I’ve just been caught, but because he is wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, his incredible body drenched in sweat, and his hair falling into his eyes, eyes that now lock with mine.