Re: The Photographer and His Muse
But for only a while.
He could barely concentrate as she, now on all fours, continued to touch him. The clicking from his camera was erratic, the framing of each shot even more so. Through the viewfinder, he saw, in close details, the arch on the small of her back and the tensed muscles of her ass, which only made him yearn more for what laid beyond.
Her fingers made their way slowly up his thigh until they came dangerously close to his balls. He took his face off the viewfinder just as she glanced up at him and flashed that familiar mischievous smile, her face mere inches away from his lap. Deliberately, her hand stopped.
"You are such a tease," he growled.
She glared at him in defiance. A moment passed. Suddenly, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his cock. The chill of her grip sent a shiver down his spine and made him moan. A sliver of pre-cum oozed from the bulbous, purple head of his cock as she tugged his foreskin, and began to quiver as she lightly pumped her hand. Her lips parted into an smile as she regarded his visible arousal. With her other hand, she pressed a finger on the tip of his cock and spread his juices all over the head. He buckled his hips to the sensation. Then she gazed at him, and, giggling, tasted her finger before she dipped it between her legs.
The sight was driving him crazy. He reached out and cupped her breasts, his touch exquisitely gentle. It was one thing to be scrutinizing, like a voyeur, her body for the past two hours, and another altogether to be actually feeling it. He would only realize, moments later, that he had been holding his breath as he did so. She got on her haunches. Arching her back, she offered her breasts to him. As he wrapped his lips around a nipple, she cupped his balls and pumped his cock harder. Returning the favor, he slid a finger down her crack and into her pussy.
The only sounds in the room were those of their jagged breathing, the obscenely loud smacking of his lips as he suckled her breasts, and their wetness as they masturbated each other. His breathing quickened; she recognized the signs and drew her body closer, nestling his cock against her stomach.
Seconds later, the stillness of the air in the room was pierced by his roars as his hard cock began to spit, again and again, thick hot gobs of cum, splattering her hands and stomach.
"Take a shot," she uttered as she began to come herself. "Take a shot, take a shot…"
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