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By *ooligan OP Man
over a year ago
Preston |
She knelt on the bed, elbows together, forearms extended flat on the bed. She became very aware of her feet, folded on top of one another, her heel pressing against the soft skin between her vagina and ass. She pictured what it would look like, light falling across her back and bum, shadows... it would be all about the shadows.
“Does that look OK? are my feet OK?”
Click. “Perfect,” the photographer purred as he captured the image.
“Lift a little higher, try and twist your hips slightly, no, this way...”
She felt his warm hands on either side of her hips - she flinched,
“Sorry, is it OK to just...”
“Yeah, of course, sorry, you just made me jump that’s all!”
He reached out again, and gently turned her hips, she felt the sensation of her thighs closing, squeezing. She let out a slight gasp, did he hear that? No, surely not.
He moved her again, more deliberate this time. Of course he heard that gasp, even over the pounding beat of his heart. He moved her hips in a circular motion, watching, mouth watering as the delightful folds of her lips moved together until she was in the perfect position.
Click. He took the photo, an almost imperceptible catch-light of moisture betrayed her arousal.
She felt him reach forward again, his palm flat on her buttock. The pad of his thumb gently stroked across her ass. Then across her labia, sliding easily on her wetness. She arched her neck, her head dropping down and resting on her forearms, she could see him - upside-down - through her cleavage, past her pussy, his thumb rubbing her clitoris while his own arousal strained inside his jeans.
He reached forward with his other hand, placed it between her shoulder blade and slid his fingers forward into her hair at the nape of her neck. He grabbed a fistful of hair, twisting it around his hand.
In one swift movement, he pulled her head up and pushed his thumb deep inside her as she arched her back in ecstasy… |
