Good, but there’s a sexy hitch…

Chocolate sauce gets poured over my naked body, I’m hoisted onto a paper moon via an indoor crane, and every woman present tries to get the most compromising angle on my ass or cock, but eventually— the photoshoot finally ends.

If I’m being honest, it didn’t last as long as it sounds like, it’s just that throwing flirtatious gazes at Ruby made time drag on.

The tiny redhead marks the end of the shoot with an excited, yet wistful, “That’s a wrap! We’ve got everything we need.”

Wanda removes my only piece of modesty by tearing away the lone napkin on my penis, but helps find me a replacement: Her eager hands. With her fingers groped around my cock, I instantly harden again, and the smiling woman has to readjust her grip so I’m not giving our crew the full-monty.

“Wait! You can’t just take him away yet! I’m not done ogling him!” Cries the distressed crane operator.

“No fair, I didn’t see his entire cock yet!”

Fareehah plays with her headscarf, cooing, “Aww, can’t Zachariah stay for a little longer?”

“Sorry gals, but this hunk needs his pants back.” Wanda says while kneading my shaft in her fingers, “Say goodbye to his ass before you can’t~”

Camilla and Beatrix each give my ass an enthusiastic squeeze on the way out, so I’m left to yelp in shame while the only girl here who’s been civil with me literally pulls me away by the weenie. Steam pours out my scarlet ears, my knees turn to jelly, and I whimper softly as this lady tugs me along to my ‘changing room’ at the other end of the studio.

It’s nothing more than a closet with a sign on the door, but as long as it’ll get those ravenous eyes off me, I’m grateful. The costumer finally drops my baton to let me inside, but in the tiny alcove she’s made to let me redress, Wanda continues giving my body too much attention.

I try bending over to grab my jeans, but her fingers have already found themselves some fun in tickling my sensitive balls. Freezing as she fondles my most delicate parts, I can’t put up any fight when she tackles me into the wall.

The dark skinned beauty grabs a meaty fistful of my junk, squishes her breasts into my nude back, and starts biting me too. It’s all I can do to hold myself upright when she starts pumping the length of my shaft.

“God, I’ve been waiting to corner you.” Wanda says during her arousing ****, shoving me forward without inhibitions, “A tall, blond, male model with a shy streak. Let’s keep this quiet~”

My eyes cross in arousal and I start huffing like a cheetah in heat, but I bite back an oncoming howl as the lady grinds me against the wall.

“Wait~ Wanda, please… please…” I moan as I melt into her rough, rapacious grasp, “We need to hurry…”

My heart and cock are throbbing like engines whilst the incorrigible black bombshell nibbles my neck from behind and jerks my sex in that glorious combination of loving and vicious, but no matter how badly I want Wanda to make me explode, I beg her, “Wanda… huff, stop… the plan…”

Dropping her bottoms with a free hand, she starts grinding her wet pussy right on my ass— moaning herself as she whispers to me, “Do you actually want me to stop? I really, really wanna fuck you right now.”

Her soft, blue lips tickle my ear as I huff out, “Please… no… oh, God, that feels good…”