Daily life after marriage
Lu Sheng's Adam's apple rolled wildly. Hunger was a kind of desire, burning his heart like fire. He began to complain, not to her, but to himself. It would not be surprising if he continued like this. He could not control himself.
"Let go of your hands and turn around." He gave the order.
Yanyan saw the naked desire in his eyes. She could see it. She cooperated so well, as if she believed in this "artist" with all her heart. She let go of her hands, and her dress slowly slid down. The shoulder straps hung on her arms, and her underwear barely supported her beautiful breasts. In the most seductive posture, with a rosy little face and half-closed, beautiful eyes, she was lustful and sexy.
The man's breathing was disordered. More than ten years ago, he would never have thought that he would be shooting the most private parts of a woman, like a perverted hooligan, and even longing for her to show more.
He changed the shooting angle and saved her one by one. She just looked at the camera quietly and smiled, which was enough to seduce her.
But he was greedy, he wanted to see more of her, his erect cock was saying so, he wanted to burst out of his pants and fuck her, he was galloping and fucking her, he was humiliating her with dirty words, forcing her to be fucked, and she had to bear the brutal violence in his bones.
"This set is finished. change clothes. If you want to find inspiration for the new album, you might as well be bolder." The man's face was so serious, handsome, and resolute, as if he was really giving advice from a professional perspective, only he knew how dirty he was in his heart; his voice was hoarse, covering up the strong desire.
Yanyan had never tried the sexy style proposed by the team, she felt ashamed to take photos with half her clothes off, but when he said that she should be bolder, she responded, her body was excited, her little pussy was gurgling with water, she was eager to try, eager to be naked, and even to be caressed by him.
"Mr. Lu means... to take a set of private photos for Yanyan?"
More than just one set, he wanted to take private photos of her for a lifetime, to make her naked, to take close-ups of every part of her body. Just thinking about it made his big cock hard and painful.
Yanyan caught a glimpse of his bulging hips, bit her lip and smiled softly: "Okay."
This was very unlike herself, but the man in front of her was also very unlike the artist she first knew.
People in the photography industry said that his works had a touch of divinity, and were not mixed with any worldly desires. They were compassionate in pain and clean in passion. Yanyan was very curious. What would it be like for such a man to shoot an erotic photo album?
She was even more curious, was he really, as rumored, not interested in women?
Soon, Yanyan changed in the bathroom.
It is not clothing at all. The workmanship is very fine. It is similar to a bellyband with a belt at the back, but the material is translucent red gauze. The big breasts on the chest can be vaguely seen, and even the shape of the nipples is printed on it. The hem of the skirt barely covers the lower body. If the movement is too large, it will inevitably be exposed, and the spring scenery is full.
Photographer Lu couldn't hold it anymore. Self-control is very useless to him, even ridiculous.
The man held the camera and stood condescendingly on the big bed in the hotel. His dark pupils were straight and dark, and he ordered: "Kneel down and twist your buttocks to climb onto the bed like a bitch."
He admitted that he was all selfish, and the idea of helping her find inspiration was just an excuse for him to justify himself.
Yanyan covered her face in embarrassment. She felt ashamed, but she still obeyed obediently. She raised her round buttocks and twisted her soft body to climb onto the bed. As she climbed, she looked up at the camera. Listening to the shutter sound, she felt like an AV actress, shooting some kind of pornographic film. But the more she did so, the more excited she was. The water in her little pussy was wet.
She climbed onto the bed, raised her beautiful face, her eyes were clear and pure, her snow-white breasts were wrapped in red gauze, and her long legs were kneeling on the bed. He couldn't even find the shutter. All he saw was red, the dazzling color, and the extremely charming body. It was the best fit for her.
He was a "lecher". That's right. In just a few minutes, his mind was full of how to tie her up and how to fuck her.
Unconsciously, his hands touched her delicate body, and various gauze clothes gently stroked her, and his big palms rubbed her bare thighs, and he even said in a beautiful, tame voice: "The posture is wrong, I will help you adjust it." "
Well... OK..."
Yanyan squinted her eyes because of his caress, and looked at the camera with her watery eyes. The gauze was pulled up, and her thick, flower lips were vaguely visible. If it were a little higher, her wet little cunt would not be able to be concealed.
His hands didn't want to leave her body at all. On the grounds that the posture was wrong, he kept stroking and kneading her jade body, bending her into various lewd postures, and took countless ambiguous and charming photos of her.
Yanyan lay flat on her back, her eyes were watery, her delicate face tilted to one side, and she looked like she was being bullied. There was a red rose in the vase on the bedside. The photographer took it down and placed it on her plump breasts, but hesitated again, as if something was missing.
In photographing her, he had many clever ideas. All his artistry and creativity were put on her. She was like a work of art born for him. There was nothing that did not suit his taste.
He found a pair of scissors and cut two small holes in the gauze dress, just revealing two pink nipples. The full breasts seemed to be about to burst out of the dress, which was very coquettish.
"Don't... Mr. Lu..." Yanyan was very shy and dodged with a red face.
Photographer Lu put his hands on the two soft big breasts, groped them, pinched her tender breasts, sighed that she had a pair of exquisite breasts, and whispered in her little ear: "It is normal to reveal private parts in private photos, don't be afraid..."
The rose petals covered the protruding tips of her nipples, which were more tempting than being naked. It was like holding a lute and half covering her face, wanting to speak but not yet, being both naked and hidden, making people want to explore, tearing off her layers of cover, shrouded in the sky of red, filled with lust, and seductive.
This is his most proud work, and the previous ones are vulgar.
He was so thirsty for her that he had to indulge himself for a moment. After the shutter was pressed, his big hand immediately grabbed the huge breasts, the petals flew up, floated in the air and fell down, and his slender fingers plucked the tender nipples that popped out. The breasts felt so good that he would never get tired of playing with them for a lifetime.
Yanyan said coquettishly: "Hmm...ah...why are you pinching Yanyan's little nipples...ah...Mr. Lu, what are you doing..."
She was sensitive, and she began to pant after the man rubbed her nipples a few times. She said no, but her tits moved forward a little, and her little flower hole was wet. She didn't look like a female star at all.
If he said it, she was much more coquettish than a slut who sold her cunt. She was beautiful and wild and seductive all over. There was no option for him to control himself.
"It's not erotic enough, the effect is not good, I will help you find inspiration, no matter what I do next, you have to cooperate with me and answer my questions honestly, do you hear me?" He twisted the woman's pink nipples and guided her word by word, in other words, it was deceiving.
But between them, who seduced whom, it was not certain.
Yanyan smiled softly, her eyes curved, charming and coquettish, and said in a coquettish voice: "Okay... um... Yanyan listens to you... ah..."
The two nipples were pinched by him until they were engorged, protruding outside, and sticking up high. If the man's eyes were not full of predation and a faint wolf light, people would really think he was a talented and virtuous photographer artist. He was also very good at finding excuses for himself. He said seriously, "You are so good. Look, it looks better this way."
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