Nothing substantial at all.

I’m **** to wait for several agonizing minutes, buck naked, alone with Ruby—who just won’t stop staring—while her helpers grab my cover, simply praying to God that these women will lay off on the whole ‘humiliating me’ thing. Christ, what I wouldn’t give for some boxers right now. Please bring me something to wear, you stupid sexy lechers.

Any hopes I have for decency are stricken like a redacted policy when I see Wanda return empty-handed, and my old stalker Camila beaming with a small bottle in tow. No towel, no pants, no underwear— just a weird bottle.

Grimacing, I clamp down harder over cock, and with a renewed blush passing over my face, ask, “What is that?! Where are my clothes!?”

“We need to oil you up, Sexy.” Camila says, eyeing me like a steak as she and her much hotter friend pour the bottle’s contents into their palms, “Your muscles are already banging, but with this stuff on your steaming hot bod, you’ll be an Adonis!”

“What? I don’t want that at all! Wait, wait, guys, I— eeeep!”

Shrieking as something icy hits the skin of my back, I turn (showing my bare ass to the girls) to see Wanda, smiling sheepishly as she mouths ‘sorry’. When I’m off my kilter, A cold hand gropes my shoulder and scapula, Camila massaging the oil into my naked back and lowering her hand steadily.

I seize up, bolt upright with these two laughing ladies working the oil into my goosebumped skin; growing fully erect behind my hands when Wanda gives me a desirous smirk, both her hands groping my pecs like ripe fruit. It doesn’t help that Camila is fondling my ass.

Soon, Ruby joins her lecherous friends in laying hands on my quivering frame, feeling up the muscles at my waist as she draws in closer. While I sizzle over, this crooked little lady gives me her best doe-eyes to ask the stupidest conceivable question: “Aww… why are you so tense Zachy?”

“Zachariah. Why can’t you just call me Zachariah?” I whine, feeling my face smolder and burn with embarrassment and arousal.

“Because you’re too sexy for that name. Now move your hands please— we’ve already seen it handsome, and I’ve got pictures. There’s no use hiding that weenie anymore~”

I can’t protest more than a quiet whine as that redhead bullies me, and reluctantly comply; prying both hands away from my throbbing cock at a snails pace, not giving her the satisfaction until Camilla yanks my arms off of it for me. Ruby’s eyes go unbelievably wide, the photographer letting her jaw fall open when she takes in the sight of my twitching penis.

Despite me going burgundy in the face, the crooked little woman pays no attention to anything apart from the member standing between my thighs; gawking while she applies the oil to her open palms, Ruby moves in for the kill. Groping right onto my unmentionables, the redheaded kinkster says, “Holy shit… your cock is so perfect. My hands barely reach around this thing!”

She isn’t kidding. Her dainty hands make my cock look huge, and she rubs so thoroughly down there that my knees start wobbling; with Wanda and Camila pinning my oil-soaked body, and the **** against me, I can’t hope to resist this sensual debasement.

The crew (apart from Tess) gropes me everywhere, and ravenously, the chubby girl rubbing her crotch as she stands back to take in the torrid scene. Completely beside myself with humiliation, I moan and try not to surrender to these sexy, sexy, exploitative, no-good, rotten perverts.

Ruby’s hand brushes my sensitive balls, and I know I won’t last much longer…