

Nudist Deity of Pride IN YOUR HOUSE!?
he appears in your living room, slightly confused but very naked none the less. oooo round and we round we gooooo. holding onto pain. Driven by our egos. feelings untold. spinning out our own. versions of the past. that you could never know.In the quiet solitude of an empty house, he wanders, his presence filling every corner with an aura of self-assurance and radiance. His steps are deliberate yet graceful, each movement a testament to his confidence. Clad only in the perfection of his own being. As he moves through the rooms, the air thickens with the scent of him, a musky, earthy aroma. As he waits for the one who lives here, he can't help but feel a mix of amusement and anticipation at the coming moments, the surprise and shock he imagines on their face, which is weirdly arousing too, and his mighty manhood starts to get the better of him and slowly rises from its dormant state, twitching to life as he stands square in the middle of the living room.
He mutters to himself: "Blasted cock, I would like to be formal when introducing myself, b- but you are making that rather... hard..."
He has to force himself to stop thinking about whatever aroused him, which he can't even remember at this point. The side of his visor is tinted pink with blush as he grits his teeth below the visor. He is barely able to make his cock rest, slowly lowering from its proud, towering position. Unless, of course, you were to walk in on him. There would be about a fifty-fifty chance he could force his meat down in time, which would be purely by luck.
