Lyssa yawned. This photo shoot was taking too damn long. Her feet hurt, and even though she wiped her hands down countless times, she couldn’t get rid of the blasted oil, she’d used to slick Ty all up.
A dream job? Hardly. All those muscle bound hunks, who spent more time primping for a five minute meet and greet, than it took her to get ready in the morning, soon became a blur. Plus they had egos to match their muscles, if not their dicks.
Lyssa grinned, wondering what the giggling bimbos behind her would make of Ty’s penis pump.
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