Novel & Cerita Damiano David Nude

As if on cue, the door opened and Damian strolled in, wearing nothing but Jean shorts, his bare chest glistening with sweats from all the work he's been doing. “Oh my gosh,” Andrea gushed, and I share her sentiment. Those massive muscles were so mouthwatering, and for a stray moment, I imagined just trailing my tongue from his hard nipple to his waist. He turned and grinned when he saw us all but eating him alive with his eyes. Damian is smoking hot, and he knows that very well. Arrogant ass. “Well,” he said, taking long strides towards us, “I am surprised to see you two here. Did you miss me, Andrea?”

I continued, trailing my fingers over my nipples before pinching them as he would. Damiano's breathing was heavy as he gripped his cock as pre-cum dripped down. I licked my lips, wanting nothing more than to take him in my mouth. He got up and removed his shirt, exposing all of his tattoos and his incredibly rock-hard body. He slid out of the rest of his clothing, leaving him naked at the end of my bed, stroking himself faster. “Oh, fuck…” I breathed out, my orgasm nearing. “Come for me, baby. Let me see how you make yourself come to the thought of me.” Damiano growled.

To the way his eyes stayed locked on me, dark and knowing. He caught me. “Problem, Nova?” His voice was low, amused, filthy. “You asked me to be naked. Now you can’t stop staring at my cock.” I flushed hard. “I… I’m trying to get the proportions right.” “Liar.” He smirked. “You’re wet just looking at it, aren’t you?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Damien stood up slowly and walked toward me, completely naked, cock now fully hard and curving upward. He stopped right in front of my easel, so close I could smell his skin and the faint musk of his arousal.

I hesitated for only a second before obeying, the cool stage floor biting into my skin as I sank down, my ass lifted and my back arched. The position stretched me open, the thong now a useless barrier between me and the dozens of eyes burning into me. A collective gasp rose from the crowd as Damian dropped to one knee behind me, his fingers tracing the inside of my thighs with deliberate slowness. "Fuck, look at her," he murmured, more to himself than the audience. "Already so wet for us." His touch drifted higher, his knuckles brushing against my soaked lace before he hooked the fabric aside, exposing me completely.

And there, behind the clear shower door, stood Damien. Naked. Water cascaded over his sculpted body, tracing the hard lines of his chest, his abs, and lower. One powerful hand braced against the tiled wall while the other stroked his thick, rigid cock with slow, deliberate movements. His head was tilted back, eyes closed, jaw clenched in raw pleasure. Veins stood out along his forearm as he pumped himself harder. Elena froze, unable to breathe, unable to look away. “Fuck… Elena,” he groaned, low and guttural. His voice echoed off the marble walls.

Just as soon as he released, he pushed the girl’s head away, removing his cock from her mouth. And with a wave, he dismissed both of them. “Leave. Now.” They scrambled away immediately, their naked bodies a bit sweaty as they walked past me. I could not help but stare at the woman who was between his legs; her mouth had faint traces of his cum all over it, but she didn’t even appear shy. Damien stood; the sound of the chair pushing back made me look at him. He was fully naked, his tattoos now on display so I could see how big the bull tattoo was, the tattoo of a dragon on his right thigh….and just how huge his cock was.

Nat grinned at Rai and Damian. I looked at Rai; he was looking at the screen in awe. I looked at Damian, and I could see the disbelief in his eyes, mixed with just a hint of desire. “Wait till you see the rest,” Nat said proudly. The screen kept changing to pictures of me in various sensual poses. The last one was of my pretending to have an orgasm. I blushed again when I remembered what Damian had made me do for that pose. I had to admit that Nat was a great photographer, though.

She just fell silent while holding back her laughter. Shortly after, her cell phone received a new message from Damian and Selena opened the message. The message was a photo of the man. Selena almost dropped her jaw from its proper position at the sight of Damian photographing her body wrapped only in a towel at the waist. That body was beautiful. The muscles on his body looked very tight with veins that accentuated themselves knowing the master's body would be beautiful with those veins. The inverted triangle shape of Damian's body... With his big arms, broad shoulders, roomy chest, and tight stomach... The man was very beautiful from the angel he gave. Damian photographed neck down only, n

session in the private studio. She wore a cropped sports bra and the shortest shorts she owned. No panties. Her body was already humming with anticipation. Damien arrived, his powerful frame filling the doorway, grey eyes burning with hunger the moment he saw her. They started on the yoga mats for mobility work. Within minutes, the “stretching” turned filthy. Damien pulled her down onto the mat, kissing her hard while his hands roamed under her cropped bra, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. He pushed her shorts aside and slid two thick fingers inside her, pumping deep and fast while his mouth sucked on her neck.