“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” she says, with the same sudden urgency she said she wanted before. “As long as you think it’s okay.”
“You’re perfect,” I say huskily, knowing I need to hold myself back.
“For the project,” she says a moment later.
I don’t reply. Instead, I raise the camera and aim it at her. My hope is this situation will become more manageable when I get into work mode, but right now, it’s anything but.
Seeing her through the camera lens just makes me want her more.
I find myself thinking if she was really here….
And then I look over the camera, and she’s right there, her creamy thick body on display.
“What should I do?” she asks.
“Uh….”
Bend over and show me that big ass, but make sure to look over your shoulder so I don’t lose sight of those beautiful wondering eyes.
Get your pouting lips ready for me. You’re going to kiss my precome away.
My head feels physically warm with all the need I’m feeling.
My balls flood even more. It should be impossible, but my seed is starving to reach her, to slip up between those thighs and softly push them apart, then drive up into her soaked slit and….
I stop my thoughts, realizing I just said uh then nothing else.
“If you stand at the edge of the backdrop and look at the city, sort of like you’re judging it.”
She smiles, her blush spreading. Her innocent youthful body wouldn’t do that if she could sense what it does to me, that blush as if screaming at me to kiss and fuck away her nerves. I need to take her in my arms and make possessive love to her. Let her feel exactly who she belongs to with each thrust.
“I’m not much of an actress,” she says, walking to the edge of the backdrop. “But I’ll try.”
I almost snap when I see her body shifting for me, the way the grab-me-now flesh of her thighs shimmers.
As she turns, I get a greedy look at her ass, her panties disappearing between her round bouncy cheeks.
I’m throbbing, my cock pulsing, my shaft hot with precome.
“Just stare at it?”
“Yeah,” I whisper, raising the camera.
“Like this?” she asks.
She puts her hands on her hips, glaring, and I smirk.
“Yeah. Wow, that’s actually really good.”
She looks at me, her eyebrow raised, confident and sassy for a moment. Then the nerves return, making me want to draw out that part of her again.
“Don’t act so surprised,” she says, laughing lightly.
I grin as I snap a few photos.
“I’m going to need you to move to the middle now.”