Maria was the representative of an independent lingerie brand. They had seen me on Instagram and apparently my profile seemed interesting enough to be a model for their brand, or at least for a photo shoot.
I had never done anything like that before, but I was very excited, although, between us, I have to confess that the exposure I was about to receive made me a little scared. The date was Thursday afternoon. I was anxious all week, but when the moment arrived, anxiety turned into insecurity. I went alone to the interview location, a mistake, I know, but I have to tell you that everything turned out well in this story. Ramiro, the photographer, presented himself to me. 'You can look around the studio and get curious about whatever you want,' he said kindly. 'The coffee machine is free, no need to sign up.' I left my purse and, with some shyness, started looking around the studio. It was a very large office with many lights and things I didn't know, but they probably served to improve the lighting. I put my purse on a table and looked at photos on the wall. There were all sorts of things, although it caught my attention to see some naked photos; all very careful and artistic, but interesting enough to make me blush at something I saw. A conversation accompanied by coffee emerged between us. He had a lot of experience, he told me about his best sessions, some awards he had won –and that were visible in the studio- and also a bit about his life. He was forty years old and photography wasn't just his passion, it was his lifestyle. I moved away from him to look at things Maria had prepared. He was the one who told me there was a box with products from the brand for the session, and he ended up winning my impulse to know what they wanted me to put on. There was really everything, from decent and modest sets to some very provocative ones. I felt somewhat confident with Ramiro at that moment, so I didn't let shyness get the better of me when showing him a black thong, small, accompanied by my incredulous expression like 'Do I really have to pose with this?' 'It's beautiful,' he responded, looking away from his camera, cleaning the lenses. In that moment —, the black guy is fine with any type of body or person... But I think your color is another one.
I raised an eyebrow, even more incredulous What was I saying?
— What does that mean? — I reproached in part joking, in part indignant — The black is my favorite color
— And I'm not saying it's bad — he stopped me — but it's going to be safe
He approached my location and put his hand in the box to take out a set of clothes that he had clearly seen before.
— This one, on the other hand, is a color that would look divine on you.
— Pink... — I reproached again, taking the box away from him.
— Don't you trust my judgment?
I sighed, having many reasons to debate why the black was MY color, but he also had many arguments to refute me and was quite good with words. I ended up ending the conversation with a foolish impulse.
I went behind a screen in the study and tried on the set. It weighed and hurt to admit that he was right, not just the color, but the set looked much better on me than I expected; but my pride didn't let me lose the debate.
— See? — I came out and showed myself — Horrible
Ramiro laughed. I sighed indignantly, but it didn't last long after I realized I was practically naked in front of him. And they'll say: You would have done it anyway during the session! But it's not the same! I blushed like a tomato and ran back to the screen, although Ramiro's voice brought me back to reality.
— Do you want to try? — I heard.
I peeked out and he was adjusting some lights towards an area where there was a white tarpaulin –which probably has a name-. He pointed to an x on the floor and showed me the camera in his hands.
I don't know why I felt so shy at that moment, I'm not like that, but I approached slowly until he indicated and stayed standing. He invited me to pose and prepared to take some pictures. There was too much stiffness in my body, and it's something he remarked a few times, saying the poses weren't natural. She approached me after the tenth failed attempt and without warning or permission, touched my leg to adjust me, my arms and waist. He put me in an unusual position, something uncomfortable, but he indicated I should take a breath and relax; after that, he took the picture.
A really incredible photo. The photographer's talent and experience were evident.
I relaxed more after that. With each photo, my recently discovered shyness disappeared, leaving out a more charismatic side of me, or at least that's how I felt. Ramiro gave instructions, asked for other poses, and I fulfilled all of them; I even used the lingerie brought by the brand for the session and changed several times.
I let myself be carried away, enjoyed what I was doing, although part of me was taking impulses, and those impulses made me more playful. The poses were getting more suggestive, and Ramiro encouraged me to keep going down that path. Adrenaline ran through my body, my lungs full of air made me dizzy, and I felt like my heart was beating stronger... nerves? No, it wasn't that anymore.
I saw Ramiro so stoic, so professional; he was in a completely opposite point from mine, and at one moment that started to bother me. How is it possible that I was so excited and he remained as if nothing? The experience he had in his work was worthy of admiration, but then I was ready to break him.
I was wearing a red lace set at that moment. The thong was very delicate, the patterns on the lace exquisite, the red very intense and passionate. Between the thin layer of the corset, you could see a budding part of my nipple. I looked with mischief at Ramiro; he remained absorbed in his work. Repeatedly, I tried to look at his pants to see if he noticed anything, but I couldn't distinguish, the lights pointing towards me were very strong and from him only saw a shadow.
Armed on the floor, I ran my hand over my stomach until I placed my thumb on the edge of the thong. My other hand was Immediately at my lips to play with them, I looked distracted elsewhere while biting my finger. The camera click notified me each time he took a new photo, and then I changed position without him saying anything. I lowered my other hand, both pushing his thong softly, more of my skin was visible, and it provoked until it reached the lowest part, although it didn't. Another photo, and then my joined hands ran along my waist, reached the lower part of my breasts, rested on them, another photo, and then they grasped, and another photo. I slowly rose, playing with my fingertips over my nipples, felt the long-awaited click, unexpected this time, and held onto the bra's edge with my index fingers. I launched a provocative glance at the camera.
Ramiro didn't say anything; I remained still, waiting to hear something from him, with my gaze asking Am I done? although there was no response. I pressed with my fingertips and slowly lowered the bra, letting my areola show, another photo. It seemed like he was communicating with the camera, the click gave me the okay, encouraged me to keep going. And that's what I did, lowering it completely, letting my breasts escape from the delicate red fabric that covered them.
I didn't hear the click.
I looked up.
The photographer had lowered his camera. The dim light showed only a silhouette standing there, with both arms at his sides and the camera in one of his hands. I noticed nerves in him; his arms were trembling.
—It would be nice to have a photo like that, I provoked at his silence, and took off my bra completely. Even on my knees, I let my breasts fall due to gravity, lifted them with my forearm — What do you think?
I saw him lift his camera, although his movements were slow and trembling, as if his peculiar and effectively communicative way of communicating through clicks was starting to stutter. I smiled, this time with more mischief, feeling very deeply the pleasure of having broken him.
Click, another photo.
I sat on the floor, both hands behind me. Slowly I opened my legs. I had been getting wet for a good while already, but he hadn't noticed until that moment when, surely, the lens of his camera captured that moisture on my legs.
And another photo...
My hand slowly descended, tracing my body, a series of clicks indicating that I had taken photos of my action; I positioned myself over my vagina, my fingers moving slowly and becoming wet as they caressed the delicate pink button beneath the soft fabric of the thong.
And once more a photo.
Can I see that last photo, Rami? I said in a soft, sharp voice, almost purring at my photographer.
He could be seen approaching slowly, looking somewhat nervous as he walked. I was surprised to see how someone with his portfolio, experience, and photos on his wall could have such a high degree of shyness. Probably it was his complete professionalism and the way he adhered to the rules of his work that made him so flustered in this situation.
I changed my position; no longer seated, but rather I got down on my knees in front of him when he came close. He lowered his hands to show me the camera. I placed my right hand on his leg and with the other caressed his hand as I grasped his camera to see the photo. I lifted my gaze biting my lower lip and could see him completely blushing.
You're very good at taking pictures, I purred again.
I felt secure and confident seeing how the roles had been inverted. Like me, initially timid, but able to bring out the more primitive and wild Cami from within, and like him, sure, professional, stoic, he had broken completely under the desires of possibly the most slutty model who had posed in front of his camera.
He took a step back, but I went back up to him. I stayed looking at him, and he tried to look at me, but his gaze didn't know where to land; what was he supposed to do in that moment? Was I provoking him with a joke and irony or trying to calm him down to make him feel more comfortable?
Since we're at it...
Get some photos from here - I asked in a childish voice, but still trying to sound sensual for his ears. He brought the camera up and aimed it at me, kneeling on the floor, so my legs were probably visible in the photo. I bit my lips, provoked the lens, clearly feeling more confident with the camera in hand. I caressed his legs and held onto his pants tightly while sitting on his buttocks to give him another shot. I had started taking photos in rapid succession and was turning off the sound and slight tremor I felt in his legs. I let out a little laugh and looked away, then tried to make eye contact with him again through the lens of his camera and ran my hands up his legs until I reached the zipper of his pants. He didn't say anything, didn't complain, didn't move, didn't react; but in my hands I could feel an evident response to all the doubts that had been plaguing me for a few minutes. There was something very hard pulsing inside his pants, and my curious and adventurous hands ventured to discover it. I slowly lowered the zipper, following his lack of reaction, accepting the permission his silence granted me. Under the cotton of his boxer shorts, the contour of his member felt even stronger. - You've got something really big hidden here - I spoke again into the camera lens. One last movement was enough to get it out. It was the biggest cock I had seen that month. It was very hard and hot, and in my hands I could feel it pulsing when I grabbed it. One hand wasn't enough, I could hold it with both, and I smiled at the camera waiting for the response, the famous click we had been conversing about for a while. And the photo didn't take long to arrive. I played with my hands, started masturbating him, forgetting about the photos, although I still felt the sound every time I made another one. I was caressing my cheek with his glans and daring to give my first licks to his shaft, provoking him, even though I realized that sensitivity I had at that moment because his legs were trembling and suffering from certain spasms when his gland, which was starting to moisten, rubbed against my skin. — Tranquil Rami. Don't we want this to end so quickly? — I asked. He looked agitated. I lowered my hands and put them on my knees to push myself up. Once standing next to him, I lowered his camera, set it aside, and firmly placed my hand on his chest, anxious and trembling, with the strong beating of his heart pumping wildly due to excitement. I kissed his neck, licked the spot I had kissed, and went up to his cheek. He was so tall that I had to stand on tiptoes to reach it. I tried to control his breathing, make him calm down. My other hand came down, this time diverting his attention from the enormous penis that longed for contact. I took care of getting rid of his belt and then unbuttoned his pants, which fell to his ankles. I looked down, it had grown. — Touch me Rami — I ordered in a sweet voice. I took a step back and exposed myself to him. I lowered my hands and intertwined my fingers behind my back. My breasts were at his mercy. He knelt down to put the camera on the floor and approached timidly. With a glance, I invited him to drop his timidity, bit my lips again. I won't lie, I was also nervous, agitated, and my heart was vomiting adrenaline. I tried to contain my agitated breathing, but the heat got to me. I felt his hand gently grasping my breast, the other following a few seconds later. He started massaging my breasts very smoothly, lacking experience. I looked at him fixedly in the eyes as he approached. I tried to get him out of his shell. He came a little closer to me, although I couldn't help but laugh at how he was doing it. — And if you take off your pants? You're walking like a penguin — I joked. Blushing, nervous and embarrassed by my comment, he tried to take them off, but tripped and didn't fall because I grabbed his arms to prevent him from doing so. I looked at him again, and I laughed again.
— Do you help me?
I knelt down in front of him, took off his socks and finally not only his pants but also his boxer briefs left the game. I looked at him from my spot and grabbed it with one hand again. I sighed, the excitement, adrenaline, and fear for my mischief combined into a beautiful sensation that made me excited and fly with pleasure without having done anything more than grabbing her yet.
A shiver ran down my body, but it wasn't something bad. I bit my lip again, this time involuntarily, not to provoke him, but as a reflex trying to calm myself. I opened my mouth and leaned in, finally my tongue savored his pink gland, which entered into communion with my lips, my saliva, the humidity of my tongue, and Ramiro's first moan of pleasure that sounded like music to my ears.
It was a very unreal situation. What was happening? Why was it happening? I didn't care about anything much anymore. The lights pointing at my position, an attractive boy with such a big cock and all for me, was the perfect argument for a porn film, and now that cock filled my mouth and I was doing my best to make it last as long as possible. I had fantasized something like this so many times, I had touched myself under the sheets imagining him, and now somehow, capriciously, destiny was fulfilling it in such an unexpected way. Will it be because, unconsciously, that's why I accepted the photo shoot?
His hand came closer to me. I felt his fingers intertwining, timidly, between my curls. A caress on my cheek with the back of his hand ran across the skin and settled a lock of hair behind my ear. His gaze downward had landed on me, something more confident, more secure. His movements were more confident now, but still soft and careful, and that pleased me. I was excited by the tenderness in his attitude despite having me on my knees with his enormous cock in my mouth.
I stepped back for a moment to take a breath and smiled at him this time, ignoring the Picardiness, but with sincerity. I wiped the corner of my lips with my hand and leaned back on the floor, on the white carpet where I was taking photos. I opened my legs to welcome him and extended my arms forward, craving his closeness.
He knelt down, finished removing his clothes – leaving only his shirt on- and crawled towards me until he left my body between his arms and his crotch between my legs. He flexed his arms to lower himself and kissed my lips. I hugged his back and one of my hands grasped the back of his neck to deepen that kiss. As he pulled away, I could see steam rising from our mouths. I shuddered at another delicious shiver when I felt his penis rub against my legs and come to rest on my thong.
— Please, Ramiro, do it already — I begged.
I felt his hand running along my thong to make room for himself, but a clumsy movement that prevented him from finding the right spot. I lowered my hand without looking away, grabbed his trunk, and helped his movements. With a very soft thrust, he covered my vagina completely until filling it. I could feel between my fingers that he hadn't entered all the way, yet I felt him so deep inside me.
I moved my hips begging for him to start moving. He was trying to control his movements, doing it slowly... nervous? I didn't want to pressure him, let him feel comfortable. I wrapped my legs around his waist and accompanied each of his thrusts. His back straightened, he pulled away from me leaving me feeling the cold of the distance, but his hands soon found my breasts and started playing with them. He was holding on tighter now and accompanying his games with the movement of his hips that slowly adjusted to him.
The slapping sound of his penis in her wet vagina was delicious and I got turned on listening to it. I begged for that moment to become eternal, I was enjoying it, and he was doing it so soft yet so tasty.
— Ramiro... — I purred — I'm coming
I moaned biting my words in a deep pleasure. He bent his back again, crossed his arm behind my back and his hand rested on my neck. I could feel my breasts flattening against his chest and his mouth finding mine once more. His hips accelerated, the smooth and constant rhythm becoming dizzying. I accompanied his moans and seemed to be guided by them. It gave me more force, more depth, and pleasure increased until it was so intense that I couldn't contain it anymore.
My legs hugged his body tightly and my arms did the same. Unconsciously, I dug my nails into his shoulders as I felt electricity coursing through every part of my body. I moaned loudly, very loudly, and gasped at the moment of cum. I trembled for a moment and lost all the strength in my grip, letting my arms fall to the sides and releasing the embrace of my legs that held him captive against my body.
He pulled it out, grasped his penis between his hands and prepared to masturbate himself to cum, but the excitement was so great that he didn't have to work hard at all. Almost immediately, his cum bathed the lower part of my belly and pelvis completely. He let himself fall onto me and gave me another kiss on the lips. His semen felt warm on my skin.
— You're the best photographer I've ever known in my life, Rami — I joked, looking at the ceiling.
I had never done anything like that before, but I was very excited, although, between us, I have to confess that the exposure I was about to receive made me a little scared. The date was Thursday afternoon. I was anxious all week, but when the moment arrived, anxiety turned into insecurity. I went alone to the interview location, a mistake, I know, but I have to tell you that everything turned out well in this story. Ramiro, the photographer, presented himself to me. 'You can look around the studio and get curious about whatever you want,' he said kindly. 'The coffee machine is free, no need to sign up.' I left my purse and, with some shyness, started looking around the studio. It was a very large office with many lights and things I didn't know, but they probably served to improve the lighting. I put my purse on a table and looked at photos on the wall. There were all sorts of things, although it caught my attention to see some naked photos; all very careful and artistic, but interesting enough to make me blush at something I saw. A conversation accompanied by coffee emerged between us. He had a lot of experience, he told me about his best sessions, some awards he had won –and that were visible in the studio- and also a bit about his life. He was forty years old and photography wasn't just his passion, it was his lifestyle. I moved away from him to look at things Maria had prepared. He was the one who told me there was a box with products from the brand for the session, and he ended up winning my impulse to know what they wanted me to put on. There was really everything, from decent and modest sets to some very provocative ones. I felt somewhat confident with Ramiro at that moment, so I didn't let shyness get the better of me when showing him a black thong, small, accompanied by my incredulous expression like 'Do I really have to pose with this?' 'It's beautiful,' he responded, looking away from his camera, cleaning the lenses. In that moment —, the black guy is fine with any type of body or person... But I think your color is another one.I raised an eyebrow, even more incredulous What was I saying?
— What does that mean? — I reproached in part joking, in part indignant — The black is my favorite color
— And I'm not saying it's bad — he stopped me — but it's going to be safe
He approached my location and put his hand in the box to take out a set of clothes that he had clearly seen before.
— This one, on the other hand, is a color that would look divine on you.
— Pink... — I reproached again, taking the box away from him.
— Don't you trust my judgment?
I sighed, having many reasons to debate why the black was MY color, but he also had many arguments to refute me and was quite good with words. I ended up ending the conversation with a foolish impulse.
I went behind a screen in the study and tried on the set. It weighed and hurt to admit that he was right, not just the color, but the set looked much better on me than I expected; but my pride didn't let me lose the debate.
— See? — I came out and showed myself — Horrible
Ramiro laughed. I sighed indignantly, but it didn't last long after I realized I was practically naked in front of him. And they'll say: You would have done it anyway during the session! But it's not the same! I blushed like a tomato and ran back to the screen, although Ramiro's voice brought me back to reality.
— Do you want to try? — I heard.
I peeked out and he was adjusting some lights towards an area where there was a white tarpaulin –which probably has a name-. He pointed to an x on the floor and showed me the camera in his hands.
I don't know why I felt so shy at that moment, I'm not like that, but I approached slowly until he indicated and stayed standing. He invited me to pose and prepared to take some pictures. There was too much stiffness in my body, and it's something he remarked a few times, saying the poses weren't natural. She approached me after the tenth failed attempt and without warning or permission, touched my leg to adjust me, my arms and waist. He put me in an unusual position, something uncomfortable, but he indicated I should take a breath and relax; after that, he took the picture.
A really incredible photo. The photographer's talent and experience were evident.
I relaxed more after that. With each photo, my recently discovered shyness disappeared, leaving out a more charismatic side of me, or at least that's how I felt. Ramiro gave instructions, asked for other poses, and I fulfilled all of them; I even used the lingerie brought by the brand for the session and changed several times.
I let myself be carried away, enjoyed what I was doing, although part of me was taking impulses, and those impulses made me more playful. The poses were getting more suggestive, and Ramiro encouraged me to keep going down that path. Adrenaline ran through my body, my lungs full of air made me dizzy, and I felt like my heart was beating stronger... nerves? No, it wasn't that anymore.
I saw Ramiro so stoic, so professional; he was in a completely opposite point from mine, and at one moment that started to bother me. How is it possible that I was so excited and he remained as if nothing? The experience he had in his work was worthy of admiration, but then I was ready to break him.
I was wearing a red lace set at that moment. The thong was very delicate, the patterns on the lace exquisite, the red very intense and passionate. Between the thin layer of the corset, you could see a budding part of my nipple. I looked with mischief at Ramiro; he remained absorbed in his work. Repeatedly, I tried to look at his pants to see if he noticed anything, but I couldn't distinguish, the lights pointing towards me were very strong and from him only saw a shadow.
Armed on the floor, I ran my hand over my stomach until I placed my thumb on the edge of the thong. My other hand was Immediately at my lips to play with them, I looked distracted elsewhere while biting my finger. The camera click notified me each time he took a new photo, and then I changed position without him saying anything. I lowered my other hand, both pushing his thong softly, more of my skin was visible, and it provoked until it reached the lowest part, although it didn't. Another photo, and then my joined hands ran along my waist, reached the lower part of my breasts, rested on them, another photo, and then they grasped, and another photo. I slowly rose, playing with my fingertips over my nipples, felt the long-awaited click, unexpected this time, and held onto the bra's edge with my index fingers. I launched a provocative glance at the camera.
Ramiro didn't say anything; I remained still, waiting to hear something from him, with my gaze asking Am I done? although there was no response. I pressed with my fingertips and slowly lowered the bra, letting my areola show, another photo. It seemed like he was communicating with the camera, the click gave me the okay, encouraged me to keep going. And that's what I did, lowering it completely, letting my breasts escape from the delicate red fabric that covered them.
I didn't hear the click.
I looked up.
The photographer had lowered his camera. The dim light showed only a silhouette standing there, with both arms at his sides and the camera in one of his hands. I noticed nerves in him; his arms were trembling.
—It would be nice to have a photo like that, I provoked at his silence, and took off my bra completely. Even on my knees, I let my breasts fall due to gravity, lifted them with my forearm — What do you think?
I saw him lift his camera, although his movements were slow and trembling, as if his peculiar and effectively communicative way of communicating through clicks was starting to stutter. I smiled, this time with more mischief, feeling very deeply the pleasure of having broken him.
Click, another photo.
I sat on the floor, both hands behind me. Slowly I opened my legs. I had been getting wet for a good while already, but he hadn't noticed until that moment when, surely, the lens of his camera captured that moisture on my legs.
And another photo...
My hand slowly descended, tracing my body, a series of clicks indicating that I had taken photos of my action; I positioned myself over my vagina, my fingers moving slowly and becoming wet as they caressed the delicate pink button beneath the soft fabric of the thong.
And once more a photo.
Can I see that last photo, Rami? I said in a soft, sharp voice, almost purring at my photographer.
He could be seen approaching slowly, looking somewhat nervous as he walked. I was surprised to see how someone with his portfolio, experience, and photos on his wall could have such a high degree of shyness. Probably it was his complete professionalism and the way he adhered to the rules of his work that made him so flustered in this situation.
I changed my position; no longer seated, but rather I got down on my knees in front of him when he came close. He lowered his hands to show me the camera. I placed my right hand on his leg and with the other caressed his hand as I grasped his camera to see the photo. I lifted my gaze biting my lower lip and could see him completely blushing.
You're very good at taking pictures, I purred again.
I felt secure and confident seeing how the roles had been inverted. Like me, initially timid, but able to bring out the more primitive and wild Cami from within, and like him, sure, professional, stoic, he had broken completely under the desires of possibly the most slutty model who had posed in front of his camera.
He took a step back, but I went back up to him. I stayed looking at him, and he tried to look at me, but his gaze didn't know where to land; what was he supposed to do in that moment? Was I provoking him with a joke and irony or trying to calm him down to make him feel more comfortable?
Since we're at it...
Get some photos from here - I asked in a childish voice, but still trying to sound sensual for his ears. He brought the camera up and aimed it at me, kneeling on the floor, so my legs were probably visible in the photo. I bit my lips, provoked the lens, clearly feeling more confident with the camera in hand. I caressed his legs and held onto his pants tightly while sitting on his buttocks to give him another shot. I had started taking photos in rapid succession and was turning off the sound and slight tremor I felt in his legs. I let out a little laugh and looked away, then tried to make eye contact with him again through the lens of his camera and ran my hands up his legs until I reached the zipper of his pants. He didn't say anything, didn't complain, didn't move, didn't react; but in my hands I could feel an evident response to all the doubts that had been plaguing me for a few minutes. There was something very hard pulsing inside his pants, and my curious and adventurous hands ventured to discover it. I slowly lowered the zipper, following his lack of reaction, accepting the permission his silence granted me. Under the cotton of his boxer shorts, the contour of his member felt even stronger. - You've got something really big hidden here - I spoke again into the camera lens. One last movement was enough to get it out. It was the biggest cock I had seen that month. It was very hard and hot, and in my hands I could feel it pulsing when I grabbed it. One hand wasn't enough, I could hold it with both, and I smiled at the camera waiting for the response, the famous click we had been conversing about for a while. And the photo didn't take long to arrive. I played with my hands, started masturbating him, forgetting about the photos, although I still felt the sound every time I made another one. I was caressing my cheek with his glans and daring to give my first licks to his shaft, provoking him, even though I realized that sensitivity I had at that moment because his legs were trembling and suffering from certain spasms when his gland, which was starting to moisten, rubbed against my skin. — Tranquil Rami. Don't we want this to end so quickly? — I asked. He looked agitated. I lowered my hands and put them on my knees to push myself up. Once standing next to him, I lowered his camera, set it aside, and firmly placed my hand on his chest, anxious and trembling, with the strong beating of his heart pumping wildly due to excitement. I kissed his neck, licked the spot I had kissed, and went up to his cheek. He was so tall that I had to stand on tiptoes to reach it. I tried to control his breathing, make him calm down. My other hand came down, this time diverting his attention from the enormous penis that longed for contact. I took care of getting rid of his belt and then unbuttoned his pants, which fell to his ankles. I looked down, it had grown. — Touch me Rami — I ordered in a sweet voice. I took a step back and exposed myself to him. I lowered my hands and intertwined my fingers behind my back. My breasts were at his mercy. He knelt down to put the camera on the floor and approached timidly. With a glance, I invited him to drop his timidity, bit my lips again. I won't lie, I was also nervous, agitated, and my heart was vomiting adrenaline. I tried to contain my agitated breathing, but the heat got to me. I felt his hand gently grasping my breast, the other following a few seconds later. He started massaging my breasts very smoothly, lacking experience. I looked at him fixedly in the eyes as he approached. I tried to get him out of his shell. He came a little closer to me, although I couldn't help but laugh at how he was doing it. — And if you take off your pants? You're walking like a penguin — I joked. Blushing, nervous and embarrassed by my comment, he tried to take them off, but tripped and didn't fall because I grabbed his arms to prevent him from doing so. I looked at him again, and I laughed again.
— Do you help me?
I knelt down in front of him, took off his socks and finally not only his pants but also his boxer briefs left the game. I looked at him from my spot and grabbed it with one hand again. I sighed, the excitement, adrenaline, and fear for my mischief combined into a beautiful sensation that made me excited and fly with pleasure without having done anything more than grabbing her yet.
A shiver ran down my body, but it wasn't something bad. I bit my lip again, this time involuntarily, not to provoke him, but as a reflex trying to calm myself. I opened my mouth and leaned in, finally my tongue savored his pink gland, which entered into communion with my lips, my saliva, the humidity of my tongue, and Ramiro's first moan of pleasure that sounded like music to my ears.
It was a very unreal situation. What was happening? Why was it happening? I didn't care about anything much anymore. The lights pointing at my position, an attractive boy with such a big cock and all for me, was the perfect argument for a porn film, and now that cock filled my mouth and I was doing my best to make it last as long as possible. I had fantasized something like this so many times, I had touched myself under the sheets imagining him, and now somehow, capriciously, destiny was fulfilling it in such an unexpected way. Will it be because, unconsciously, that's why I accepted the photo shoot?
His hand came closer to me. I felt his fingers intertwining, timidly, between my curls. A caress on my cheek with the back of his hand ran across the skin and settled a lock of hair behind my ear. His gaze downward had landed on me, something more confident, more secure. His movements were more confident now, but still soft and careful, and that pleased me. I was excited by the tenderness in his attitude despite having me on my knees with his enormous cock in my mouth.
I stepped back for a moment to take a breath and smiled at him this time, ignoring the Picardiness, but with sincerity. I wiped the corner of my lips with my hand and leaned back on the floor, on the white carpet where I was taking photos. I opened my legs to welcome him and extended my arms forward, craving his closeness.
He knelt down, finished removing his clothes – leaving only his shirt on- and crawled towards me until he left my body between his arms and his crotch between my legs. He flexed his arms to lower himself and kissed my lips. I hugged his back and one of my hands grasped the back of his neck to deepen that kiss. As he pulled away, I could see steam rising from our mouths. I shuddered at another delicious shiver when I felt his penis rub against my legs and come to rest on my thong.
— Please, Ramiro, do it already — I begged.
I felt his hand running along my thong to make room for himself, but a clumsy movement that prevented him from finding the right spot. I lowered my hand without looking away, grabbed his trunk, and helped his movements. With a very soft thrust, he covered my vagina completely until filling it. I could feel between my fingers that he hadn't entered all the way, yet I felt him so deep inside me.
I moved my hips begging for him to start moving. He was trying to control his movements, doing it slowly... nervous? I didn't want to pressure him, let him feel comfortable. I wrapped my legs around his waist and accompanied each of his thrusts. His back straightened, he pulled away from me leaving me feeling the cold of the distance, but his hands soon found my breasts and started playing with them. He was holding on tighter now and accompanying his games with the movement of his hips that slowly adjusted to him.
The slapping sound of his penis in her wet vagina was delicious and I got turned on listening to it. I begged for that moment to become eternal, I was enjoying it, and he was doing it so soft yet so tasty.
— Ramiro... — I purred — I'm coming
I moaned biting my words in a deep pleasure. He bent his back again, crossed his arm behind my back and his hand rested on my neck. I could feel my breasts flattening against his chest and his mouth finding mine once more. His hips accelerated, the smooth and constant rhythm becoming dizzying. I accompanied his moans and seemed to be guided by them. It gave me more force, more depth, and pleasure increased until it was so intense that I couldn't contain it anymore.
My legs hugged his body tightly and my arms did the same. Unconsciously, I dug my nails into his shoulders as I felt electricity coursing through every part of my body. I moaned loudly, very loudly, and gasped at the moment of cum. I trembled for a moment and lost all the strength in my grip, letting my arms fall to the sides and releasing the embrace of my legs that held him captive against my body.
He pulled it out, grasped his penis between his hands and prepared to masturbate himself to cum, but the excitement was so great that he didn't have to work hard at all. Almost immediately, his cum bathed the lower part of my belly and pelvis completely. He let himself fall onto me and gave me another kiss on the lips. His semen felt warm on my skin.
— You're the best photographer I've ever known in my life, Rami — I joked, looking at the ceiling.
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