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modeling - evan peters

Today was your first day of modeling at new place here in New York. You were quite nervous because you were getting to work with the magnificent Evan Peters, the dude from American Horror Story. It was 8PM and you had to get ready soon.

You decided just to wear a casual outfit until you were changed into the one needed for the shoot. I grabbed my purse and car keys, traveling to the place. It wasn't far from your apartment so you drove slow.

I pulled my car into the designated spot and got out, locking the doors up and heading inside. Your eyes were in awe, the way they had the place set up was absolutely breath-taking. You were soon interupted when a person came up to you.

"Ahh, you must be Faith. Come right this way, Miss Wilson." The person said, directing you into a whole different room of the building. Your eyes widened when you saw Evan Peters sitting there. Was he going to watch you? What if it was a nude shoot?

"Hey Faith. It's nice to meet you." He came up to you and hugged you. Your nose was swiveled by the smell of his strong cologne.

He directed you towards the dressing room. You were confused at why there wasn't any clothing on the rack for you to put on.

"Uh? Where is the clothing I needed to get into." I asked, still searching around.

"Oh. It's a topless shoot." He chuckled at you. You gulped quietly and set your purse down on the sofa. You took your jacket off as they began to curl your hair and put a little bit of makeup on.

Evan leaded you out into the background of the shoot. You took off your shirt and bra, quickly cupping your breasts with your hands but they were soon replaced with Evan's large hands. You began to feel your cheeks heat up a little as he began to massage them softly with his thumbs.

Finally, the photographer began to take the shots of you and Evan. The last pose was completely nude, no clothing on both of you whatsoever. You stripped from your jeans. Evan had no shirt no but with his black jeans on. They told you to leave your panties on.

The photographer went back to go get more lenses. Before you could register anything, Evan was sucking on your left nipple. His other hand massaging your right breast, you threw your head back in pleasure as his tongue left a trail of his saliva around your left breast.

He lifted you up onto the desk, almost knocking everything off. You immediately tangled your fingers into his curly blonde hair as his lips were against yours, moving perfectly in sync. His lips battled your tongue, the heat between you both were unbearable.

He got on his knees and began to leave kisses up and down your thighs. He finally removed your panties and was flicking his tongue against the sensitive nub on your clit.

"Fuck Evan. Do something." You moaned out as he ate you out, only bringing you closer to your orgasm. He got up from his kneeling position, and stripped from his boxers. Your eyes widened at the size of his cock.

He kissed you as he began to slide it in inside of you. He gave you enough time to get adjusted to his size, you told him to keep going. His thrusts were powerful and you were a moaning mess under him.

"Oh god. Harder." I moan out, tangling my fingers into his hair. He attacked your neck with bites as he kept thrusting in and out of you, literally pounding into you at a fast pace.

You felt your climax around his cock. His thrusts were getting sloppier and you could feel him release his cum inside of you, a little spilling out on your abdomen.

You both panted for breath. You got up from the table and began to slide your clothes back on and grabbing your purse.

"Hey. Come to my place for the night." He said. You know you could resist saying no to the lovely Evan Peters.

You followed behind him in your car. Of course, his house was like a fucking mansion. You parked your car inside of his garage and got out.

You both cuddled in his bed and then soon fell asleep.