Page 94 of Dirty Shots

“Oh, Eric,” she murmured, and he grew even harder for her, wanting to tear off their clothes and force himself inside her.

But he had another idea.

Removing his hand from her underwear, he stepped away.

“Hey,” she said in protest.

“Wait one minute.”

Eric pulled his t-shirt over his head and then shucked out of his pants, and finally his shorts, leaving him completely naked.

Anya pressed her lips together, her eyes locked on him.

But instead of turning to her, he went to his desk and picked up his camera. He handed the camera to her with a smile, gesturing down at his naked body with a suggestive lift of his eyebrows.

“Now it’s your turn.”

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