I went to this dude’s studio for a photoshoot, not really knowing what to expect. Was I bored? Maybe. Did I want to show off my body? Definitely. Was I turned on by the photographer? Hell yes. So there I was, shirtless, with a camera pointed at me, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. Then he suggested bringing in someone else to make the pictures more provocative. A girl or a guy, he asked. Without hesitation, I said, “Bring on the man.” And damn, did he deliver. This dude walks in with big, tattooed arms and a chest that could stop traffic. When he leaned in to kiss me, it was like a fuse blew in my brain. I didn’t just want his tongue; I wanted his cock, right then and there. The camera? I forgot all about it. All I could think about was getting my hands on him. By the time I remembered there was a photoshoot going on, I didn’t give a fuck anymore. I was too horny to hit pause. Nothing was going to stop me from getting what I wanted. I wanted his cock inside my ass, and I wanted it bad. I could already taste his cum, and I wasn’t leaving that place until he’d filled me up. We went at it like animals, no holding back. Every thrust was deeper and more intense than the last. I was moaning, screaming, begging him to keep going. And he did. He pounded my ass until I was a quivering mess, my hole aching and throbbing with pleasure. When he finally came, it was like a dam burst. His cum shot deep inside me, hot and thick, filling me up completely. I was so close to the edge, I could barely breathe. We collapsed together, sweaty and exhausted, but completely satisfied. The camera might have liked me better with cum dripping down my ass, but I liked it even more with his cock still inside me. That photoshoot turned into the rawest, most unforgettable fuck of my life, all thanks to a little boredom, a lot of lust, and one seriously hot dude with a camera.