His pants comes off next, the black slacks that he wears for every photography session that she's convinced she has an entire wardrobe of and he just throws them out when they've worn out and grab a new part. He probably has an entire warehouse of them. He isn't wearing underwear, the sight of his bare skin making her breath catch. She can't help but stare, her gaze drawn to the hard erection between his legs, fully erect and almost curving under it's weight, thrusting from a lush nest of black hair. Her mouth waters as she continues to keep her gaze there, unable to look anywhere else, almost spellbound not just because this is the first c**k she has ever seen, but because it's his and she wants to commit it to memory in case she never sees it again.
A more practical part of her mind whi
