The older man chokes a bit as he aims the camera for a better angle.
“I think I know, sweetheart. A photo of that slick pussy, right? That’s what the men want to see.”
“Yes,” I reply breathily with a sweet smile. “I think what could really add some pizzazz is a photo of my bikini bottoms being pulled away by a male hand. You know, so that my pussy shows but it’s clearly a man doing it, like we’re engaged in some hot foreplay. Do you think you’d be able to do that for me, Daddy? Pull on my bikini bottoms, I mean? We wouldn’t show your face, it would just be your hand in the snap.”
That gets Rick’s attention, and he lowers the camera for a moment, his gaze intent. There’s a flush on those highcheekbones, and I can tell the CEO is insanely aroused from the flare of his nostrils. He fixes me with a lustful look, aroused yet disbelieving at once.
“Are you kidding, Jenna?”
I shake my head innocently.
“No, not at all. I think it could really add something to my photos, and I’ve never done this before because I’ve never had a man in my pictures, actually. All of my portrait sessions were self-taken, meaning that I had a tripod in the corner of the room while I filmed myself.”
Rick’s blue gaze intensifies as it sears my curves, taking in my bared breast and the wet spot at the crotch of my thong.
“Really,” he drawls. “So you’ve never had a man present during your photo shoots before.”
“Nope, never,” I confirm with an innocent smile. “It would be a new twist for my customers, and I think they’d love to see the steamy foreplay. But again, we wouldn’t show your face, so no one would know it’s you. We’d only show your hand pulling my bikini bottoms away, so really, it would be your hand, wrist, and forearm. Nothing more.”
Rick doesn’t hesitate.
“Let’s do it, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Just tell me how to pose because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“Oh, you won’t make me uncomfortable, Daddy,” I giggle. “Why would you even think that? But here,” I say, leaning back so that my weight is braced on my two hands again. My left breast is still out, lush and ivory, and my pussy juts forward, the outline of my lips visible beneath the fabric. “Just reach one hand forward andgrab the gusset of my bikini bottoms. Then pull them away from my pussy so that my slit is exposed, and start taking pictures.”
Rick doesn’t move for a moment, his huge form totally still yet vibrating with energy. But then he growls and advances, one big hand brushing against my sensitive spot.
“Fuck, I’m going to hell,” he says hoarsely, those blue eyes trained on my curvy form. “I’m going to burn and rot in the Ninth Circle of Hell and I’d deserve it.”
“No, you’re not going anywhere,” I coo while encouraging him with another sweet smile. “You’re fine, Daddy. Now go ahead. Pull my panties away and look at my pussy.”
Rick finally does so, lifting the fabric up and to the side to reveal my moist slit. It glistens with arousal, my puffy folds swollen and ready to be fucked, my clit poking out from between my softness.
“Take a picture,” I invite as he pulls the fabric even further to the side, showing more of my sweetness. “Make sure to get everything.”
Rick obeys, his eyes glued to the wetness between my legs. He’s breathing hard and lets out an inarticulate moan while lifting the camera with his other hand and snapping away. Meanwhile, I try to look sultry and sexy while a man captures my glistening flesh, and it isn’t hard. After all, Rick Purdy is a gorgeous billionaire who’s obviously into me. His gaze roves all over my curves before devouring my sweet slit, and he lets out another tortured moan from being a party to this naughty situation.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans. “Oh shit shit shit!”
I can see how the veins along both sides of his shaft bulge, pulsing with desire. I can see how another burst of jism jets fromhis tip, this time so thick and heavy that it falls in a long string to the ground, forming a small puddle there. But there are photos to be taken, and I want to crank up the X-factor even more.
“Touch it,” I invite breathily. “Let my subscribers pretend they’re you, and touch my pretty pussy, Daddy.”
Again, Rick is totally still for a moment, unable to believe he’s in this situation. But then his finger snakes out and gently skims down my swollen slit before coming up to rub the underside of my clit.
“Ooooh!” I moan, tossing my head back as my eyes close. “That feels so good!”
“You look amazing, little girl,” Rick rasps while continuing to rub circles along my clit. “Do you mind if I open you up a little?”
“Not at all, Daddy,” I say in a breathy tone. “I’ll do anything for the right shot.”
He nods, his blue gaze fixed to my cunt as he gently strokes between my vaginal folds, spreading the lips slightly. My interior is a deep, dusky pink seeping with moisture, and Rick groans again. His cock jerks, and the virile ooze from his penis thickens, his pre-come forming a continuous sticky string to the floor.
“You’re so soft,” he moans. “Absolutely drenched because there’s honey everywhere, sweetheart. Can I get a photo?”
“Of course,” I mewl breathily as he strokes my nub again. “Please do. That’s what I’m here for.”
Rick groans, his arousal almost consuming him, before lightly petting my folds this time, even slapping my clit a little.
