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- Hello! - The girl exclaimed. and added slightly warily, “I think I’m at the wrong time.”

- No, no, come on in. The young man protested.

I’m just a little... ugh... Not finding words, he showed bewilderment with all his appearance.

It seemed like a familiar face, and was somehow associated with hangover visions. A slender figure... up to his chin, the girl slid into the apartment. And only after smelling her perfume did he understand. Katya, we met at the club. He was attracted by her confident, sensual moves on the dance floor. She seemed to completely merge with the music, submitting to its predatory rhythm. Then there was the bar, a small green pill that migrated from his mouth to her parted lips. The laughter, the smell, her eyes, there was something about her, he wanted to take a picture of her... He led her into the hall, which was actually the studio.

— You sit here, look around,” he suggested. — In the meantime, I’ll get myself in order.

— Uh-huh,” the creature agreed.

- Would you like some coffee?

- Yes.

A couple of minutes later, a young man stood on the threshold of the studio with two cups of freshly brewed coffee. He stood admiring the figure of a girl who was interested in his Canon digital SLR. Finally she felt his gaze and turned around, he smiled broadly at her:

- Your coffee!

The girl came up and took the cup from his hands. She wanted to take a step back, but he extended his hand and pulled her towards him.

- Hey. She exhaled into his chest.

- I remember your smell - he buried his nose in the top of her head - and not only - his free hand slid along her back.

- We'll spill the coffee. The girl raised her head and looked into his eyes.

- “No way,” he saw cheerful sparkles in them and pressed himself to her responsive lips.

When they broke away from each other to take a breath of air, their bodies pressed against each other even more tightly.

- I think we were going to do a photo shoot.

- We will carry it out. The young man retorted. — Photography is a process even more intimate than sex and more intense. Sincerity and understanding are very important here.

- Are you telling everyone this?

- This is just my approach.

He ​​raised her chin and pressed his lips to hers. The girl lowered her eyelashes, kissing selflessly. His hand fell on her chest, and he felt that under the thin sweater she was wearing nothing. Unimpededly enjoying her elastic suppleness, he found the hard berry of the nipple and mentally howled. The girl was sweet and lively. The creature was definitely enjoying himself, closing his eyes as she melted in his arms. She came out of oblivion, feeling the tension in his thighs, something was clearly growing in his jeans.

— Hey,” she pushed off his shoulders. The shining gaze from the brow shone with delight - what are you doing?

Her cheeks were glowing, she was beautiful. With a boyish cry, he rushed for the camera. The model was seated on the windowsill, the last kiss was broken, and then the shutter clicked. The lights were turned on, clothes and makeup were changed, music was turned on, and the mood was created. Finally, having caught another frame, he said:

- Ugh, and lowered the camera, - Let's take a break, otherwise I can't see anything anymore.

- Me too.

— It’s from the flashes,” he dragged her into the kitchen.

After drinking tea and smoking, they simply looked at each other.

— Drink,” he handed her a glass of cognac. She looked at him questioningly, but he just nodded at her.

- Go to the bathroom and take a shower - The young man was giving her another task. - I need you wet, so just dry your head and just get your body wet. I'll go while I prepare the studio.

In the hall, he removed the background, revealing a wall of bare concrete. And he moved a piece of carpet to the opposite wall, which covered the same concrete. He needed contrast, harsh light. It was already getting dark outside, but he decided to lower the blinds anyway. By the time the girl appeared, dressed only in a towel, everything was already ready. He looked at her unkindly and took off his denim shirt:

- wear this.

While the girl was changing clothes, he turned away gloomily.

— That’s it,” the creature was perplexed by his mood.

Without explaining anything, he silently sat her down on the concrete. I set the classic pose, when a naked girl is visible and at the same time nothing is visible.

- Make an offended face, as if you were deceived by a loved one. I want to see undeserved pain.

The girl’s lips trembled, her gaze went somewhere down to the side.

- Excellent.

- Now feel proud of yourself, you are strong and independent, he does not deserve you.

The chin rose slightly, the line of the lips became firmer. A moment's resentment is nothing—she knew her worth. “Baby, a natural actress,” he thought. All he had to do was follow the light and shoot, shoot, shoot. She moved, playing with her body, as if being in the crosshairs of the lens was more natural to her than sucking her finger. All he could do was throw the winning light and shadows on her.

- Now show me your wish. There is a fire burning inside you, don’t hide it. Any man you want will be yours, conquer him.

She gathered her shirt into a fist on her chest, shook out her mane of matted hair and looked at him through it. These eyes, he clicked the shutter, rushing to capture them. Tender and at the same time hard, and meanwhile the show continued. She bit her lip slightly and added innocence to her eyes. It was an open plea. Only the camera in his hands gave him the strength to restrain himself. The girl got into character and continued the “seductions.” Turning her back to the wall, she knelt down. Looking at him with a hungry look, she pulled the tails of her shirt up, exposing her ass. Slowly, inch by inch, she opened her body, looking at him invitingly, slightly contemptuously, she knew how weak he was. She knew all his thoughts regarding her body, and she definitely liked them...

- Fuck me. The little voice in his head exploded like thunder.

It seemed to him that he could hear his heart beating.

- I want you to fuck me.

- just like that, here.

-Baby, put your hand on your pussy.

He ​​grabbed the camera, catching her every move. She grabbed the shirt with one hand and lowered her palm down to the very source of her desire. Without taking her eyes off him, she asked: “Do you want me to caress myself?”

- Yes.

She bit her lip and moved her fingers even lower. To the hearth itself. When her fingers rested on the bud, she closed her eyes. With a barely audible moan, she plunged her middle finger into her womb. She felt neither the hardness of the concrete nor the coolness of the evening. Nothing mattered, only the man's gaze burned her and her own desire. She wanted to feel her taste and she brought her fingers to her lips, the desire intoxicated her. She felt free and happy in her freedom. She had to hold her shirt with one hand to show everything to her viewer. He was right, he is also a participant in the process. The hand slid to the chest, weighing its soft elasticity, touching the aching nipples, then down again. Stroke yourself between your legs, oh, if only men knew what kind of hunger sometimes

lurks here, what a hiding place of pleasures. Her fingers stroked the crotch, the strip located behind the hot bud, measuring the distance from it to the other, tightest hole. Then, unable to hold back any longer, they plunged into the gap again. Again and again. Her body swayed towards the pushes of the hand. Then she couldn't stand it and sank back to the floor. Bending her knees with her head towards the camera, she continued the performance. To the fingers of her right hand, which strove deeper, she added her left, the fingers of which fluttered above the surface. Her mouth opened slightly, her pubis began to tremble painfully, her fingers fluttered faster and faster over her womb. The awareness that she was being watched at this moment gave the girl an extraordinary sense of urgency. By showing herself like this, in a paroxysm of animal pleasure she found freedom. Freedom to submit to your nature, to follow only your instinct, the freedom of an animal. She felt like an insignificant slave in the king's harem, and at the same time a queen on the throne. The one who is taken and the one who takes it herself. And she liked it, she plunged into her desires... A pitiful moan, a dying cry. Her hips moved upward, arching her body in a spasm of pleasure. The palm grasped the ridge of the pubis. For long seconds the girl was rearing up at the peak of orgasm, illuminated by the lightning flash. Then she carefully lowered herself to the floor, her thighs closed, holding her hand between them. The head relaxed to the side. No one noticed the tears on her eyelashes. The tension in her body and soul was released by a thunderstorm, and a downpour began to pour. She burst into tears. A moment later she was clinging to his chest, lifted in his strong arms. He whispered something soothing and gentle in her ear. She hugged his neck and reached for his lips. A gentle, childlike, sincere kiss.

- I love you. — something rose from within.

- I think I like you too.

Minutes later, they were already chatting happily in the kitchen, she again dressed in her usual comfortable jeans and sweater, and sipped tea. While K. initiated her into the secrets of all the buttons and wheels on his DSLR.

- When you show me the pictures.

- Well... the first ones will be ready only tomorrow. They still need to be examined and processed in general...

- An old libertine seduced a little girl.

— Rather, on the contrary, a bad girl showed something to one boy. He extended his hand and lifted her from the sofa, pulling her towards him.

- Yes, I am like that. — She raised her face to him and made an innocent face. He covered her lips with a kiss. The hands slid over the flexible body again, causing weakness in her body.

- I think I owe you something?

-?

-You asked me to fuck you.

- Debts must be paid. - She lowered her eyes, but at the last moment he noticed something in them, maybe triumph...

He ​​pushed her towards the hall, and after waiting for her to come out, he followed. He put her back in her original place, facing the wall. — stay like that. Standing behind her for a while, he did not dare to touch her, then his hands lay on her hips and he pressed his whole body against her. Hands slid between the girl and the wall, covering her chest. The flesh trapped in the jeans pressed into her ass. She turned her head and he pressed his lips into hers. He again felt the hardness of her nipples showing through the sweater. Taking his eyes off her greedy mouth, he asked:

- Is your offer still valid?

- Yes. She looked into his eyes.

- Repeat it.

- Fuck me.

He ​​pulled up her sweater. And while he was pulling it off with one hand, the other greedily took possession of her breast. Having straightened his sweater, he directed his hands to her fly. Pulling off her jeans, he knelt down. Immediately falling to her ass, burying his face in the hollow of her buttocks, collecting her thin panties in it. Having freed her legs, he took care of her ass. Squeezing her elastic flesh, kissing her velvety skin, aiming for the center of her elastic cleavage and down. Where did it smell so sweet from? Having lowered her panties, he stood up, turning her to face him so that he could kiss her on the lips, hugging her face with his hands. Then, lowering one hand to touch the chest, pay attention to the aching nipples, make it tremble. Then the young man suddenly pulled away and, catching her gaze, pointed with his eyes at the zipper of his jeans.

- Rinse him.

Instead of answering, she just licked her lips and, without taking her eyes off him, sank to her knees. There's something to it. When a girl kneels in front of you and you tower over her, stroking her head. Dominance and acceptance in submission. She pulls down his jeans, then his boxers. An incredibly tense, erect horn unfurls inches from her face. It seems to the young man that his penis has never stood like this before; he felt as if a rail had been inserted inside him, it was so hard. The girl licks her dry lips in doubt, then, having decided, bows her head and takes the head into her mouth. The young man cannot hold back a groan, this minute is so desired. He barely restrains his impulse so as not to move his hips towards her into her tender embrace. She hugs his hips, and again plunges into the madness of female desire. Her eyes are closed, she is all in the feeling of something strong in her mouth. Soft and at the same time uncontrollably powerful, warm and at the same time scorching. She tastes it, covers it with her lips, runs her tongue. He is alive and sensitively responds to her every touch. With her hand she takes hold of his shaft and slides the skin off his head. Baring her. Wet, red. She opens her mouth and starts sucking it. Instinct tells her how to move, where to go with her tongue, how to cover with her lips - this beast is in her power. With one hand she hugs his buttocks and the other runs along his crotch. The caresses become more confident; a certain rhythm appears, with which she swings the pendulum of his desire. Thin fingers made their way to his anus, and, barely perceptibly stroking it, moved back and took possession of the tense cores. Sometimes, interrupting the sweet torture, she releases him from her mouth. She blows on him, presses her face to him, inhales the thick smell. Then again, with even greater greed, to fall on him with your mouth. Finally, unable to withstand the caress, he takes his penis out of her captivity, impulsively drops to his knees to kiss her wet lips, picks her up and carries her to the other side of the room to the large bed. The blanket is pulled off, and now she is already on cold sheets and pillows. She breathes heavily, waiting for him to bend over her to take possession of her. He turns his girl over on her stomach and bends over her ass. Legs apart. Here she is, like a peach, always desired, finally in his hands. He begins to explore it up and down. The tongue, lips and hands do not miss a single millimeter of this tasty flesh. Evoking plaintive moaning and trembling in her. The intoxicating smell of her bud seduces him, and then he presses his mouth to it, teases it with his fingers, spreading the trembling flesh and penetrating deep into it. She clenches the sheet in her fists, her body arches in painful convulsions. he spreads her juice all over her crotch. At the entrance to her other tightest hole. He found her with his tongue, spreading her firm buttocks with his palms, and she told him that she was sensitive to touch there. The girl languished in his arms, biting her lips. No one had ever caressed her like that before. He turned her this way and that, getting to the most hidden corners of her body. Her body treacherously moved towards him, shamelessly exposing her holes to him. Katya grabbed the pillow with her hands, dropping her head on it, and bent over even more, exposing her butt. Thanks to the spread knees, the elastic hemispheres separated, revealing a tight cleavage. The temptation was too great for the young man not to take advantage of it. His lips fell to this cavity, enjoying its tender sensitivity. He especially liked to run his tongue down her and touch her tight hole. Lick this hollow, which hides a pink, compressed ring. And feel how in response the girl all tremblingly freezes, captured by this intimate caress. Her body was covered with sweat, in the random light of the lantern, her ass glistened with the moisture of saliva and juice, which he generously smeared over it. Wetting his finger in his mouth, he gently stroked her tight circle. He massaged her elastic ring, seeking her attention and concentration on this finger. And when Katya obediently froze, he finally entered her. Having plunged two phalanges into her tight hole, he froze, enjoying the feeling of the tightness and elasticity of her ass. Katya also froze, exhaling exhaustedly when he decisively and at the same time gently entered her. Even before she had time to understand all the sensations from this step, she was already “swimming” from the realization that she had been taken in this way. The feeling of amazing fullness and tension THERE made her bite her lip. He pumped and twisted his finger inside her, enjoying the elastic resistance of her ass. It was too dry there to go any further, so he removed his finger, at the same time bending down to her ass and drooling into her hole. Having licked the slightly opened edges, he involuntarily trembled. This little baby was in his power. Whatever he wanted to do with her, she would obediently give herself to him. Sliding his hand over her crotch, he wet his fingers in her hot juice. Having tightly closed two fingers, he put them to her anus, and soothingly stroking her back, he again penetrated that ass. Katya bent over and trembled. Her head fell back and her mouth parted in a silent scream as his fingers stretched her virgin ass and penetrated her all the way. She was shaking, gasping for air. He rose to her head and whispered

- Are you hurt?

— Немного… нет, не выходи…

— это так… — Он двинул пальцы в ее попке и она простонала:

— сладко…

Он двигал своими пальцами в глубине ее тела, потягивая ее упругую попку, заставляя ее бесстыдно стонать в ответ. Она была прекрасна вздыбленная на его руке, с запрокинутой головой и приоткрытым в гримасе ртом. Покорная каждому его движению, она громко постанывала в ответ его пальцам. Наконец он не выдержал и потянул ее на себя. Подняв ее за плечи он усадил девушку перед собой. Она выпустила из попки его пальцы и запрокинув голову упоенно с ним целовалась, пока он завладел ее грудью. Катя завела руку за спину и нашла там раскаленный ствол, который принялась томно поглаживать. Пока он не завалил ее на спину, что бы между разметавшихся ног найти набухшую расщелину и приставив к ее входу напряженный член во всю глубину, войти в нее. Девушка, уже не сдерживаясь, оглашая комнату жалобными криками пока он имел ее. Не отрывая взгляд от ее искаженного в удовольствии лица она раз за разом всаживал в нее свой стержень. Одна рука его крепко обнимала ее за плечи, что бы глубже врываться в нее, вторая мяла нежную грудь. Погрузившись в жар ее страсти он безжалостно наблюдал за ее бесчисленными оргазмами, когда она безуспешно пыталась приостановить его ритм, обнимая его своими стройными ногами. Наконец жар ее лона, прожог его насквозь, прокатился по позвоночнику и взорвался в голове, расплавляющим шаром. Он закричал когда земля ушла из под них, еще сильнее вжался в свою девушку и рухнул с ней в пропасть, теряя сознание в небытие.