Say Cheese!

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Ellie adjusted the black lace bodysuit, the delicate fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. The crotchless design left very little (almost nothing) to the imagination. Her bare pussy lips were peeking out between the sheer panels. She smirked at Doug, her photographer, letting her fingers trail along the lace. "You sure about this?" she teased, her voice low and husky.

Doug swallowed hard, his camera already poised, his eyes dark with desire. "Fuck, Ellie," he groaned, adjusting his jeans to make his girthy prick more comfortable. "You’re going to kill me before we even start."

She laughed, a sultry sound that made his cock twitch. "Maybe I should," she purred, letting him help her pose with one leg bent, her hip jutting out, the lace barely covering her nipples. The camera clicked, capturing the way the light played off her skin, the way her body begged to be touched.

"Tease me all you want," Doug muttered, snapping shot after shot. "But I’m going to fuck you so hard after this."

Ellie’s breath hitched, her thighs pressing together. She loved the way his voice got rougher when he was turned on, the way his fingers tightened around his phone. She arched her back, letting the lace ride up just enough to give him a glimpse of her bare ass. "Promise?" she challenged, her fingers sliding down her stomach, barely touching the edge of her pussy.

Doug’s breath came out in a sharp hiss. "You’re playing with fire, Ellie."

She grinned, dropping to her knees in front of him, the lace riding up even higher. "Maybe I like it hot," she murmured, her hands sliding up his thighs, her nails scraping lightly over the denim covering his erection. He groaned, his hips jerking forward.

Before he could react, she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his thick cock. It was already hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. Ellie licked her lips, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deep into her mouth.

Doug’s fingers tangled in her hair, his hips bucking up as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking him with slow, deliberate strokes. The camera clattered to the floor as he dropped it, his free hand gripping the edge of the desk for balance. "Fuck, Ellie," he gasped, his voice rough. "Just like that."

She pulled back just enough to grin around his cock. "You like that?" she purred, her fingers wrapping around the base, stroking him in time with her mouth. He groaned, his cock twitching in her grip.

Then she took him deeper, her throat relaxing around him as she swallowed around his length. Doug’s breath came in ragged gasps, his hips stuttering as he fucked her mouth. "Shit, I’m gonna cum," he warned, his fingers tightening in her hair.

Ellie didn’t stop. She hollowed her cheeks, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of his cock as she took him all the way to the back of her throat. With a guttural groan, Doug came hard, his cum flooding her mouth. She swallowed every drop, her throat working around him as she milked him dry.

When she finally pulled back, a string of cum connected her lips to his cock. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes never leaving his. Then, with a wicked smile, she stood up and turned to the camera, pressing her tits together, letting his cum drip down her cleavage.

Doug stared at her, his cock already twitching again at the sight. "You’re a fucking temptress," he growled, pulling her against him, his mouth crashing down on hers.

Ellie melted into him, her body pressing against his, her pussy aching for more. "Then fuck me like one," she whispered against his lips.

And he did.