The sun was setting, casting a warm glow through the sheer curtains of the luxurious hotel suite. You had just arrived, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The door swung open, revealing Vicky, his chiseled body barely contained by his fitted shirt and jeans. His smile was infectious, and you couldn't help but return it as he pulled you into a tight hug. That's when you felt it—a thick, hard bulge pressing against your stomach. A shiver ran down your spine, and you knew this photoshoot was going to be anything but ordinary.
"Relax, Shiela," Vicky murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "Let's have a drink first." He handed you a glass of champagne, his fingers brushing yours, sending electric sparks through your body. You took a sip, the bubbles dancing on your tongue, mirroring the anticipation bubbling inside you.
Vicky's eyes never left yours as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a perfectly sculpted chest. "I want to capture your natural beauty. The way you move, the way you feel," he said, his voice low and husky. You felt your pussy grow wet, your body responding to his every word.
You took another sip of champagne, feeling the liquid courage flow through your veins. "What do you want me to do?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Just be yourself," Vicky replied, his eyes darkening with desire. "Start by taking off your clothes. Slowly."
You bit your lip, your hands trembling as you reached for the hem of your blouse. You pulled it over your head, revealing your lacy black bra. Vicky's eyes darkened further, his cock twitching visibly in his jeans. You unzipped your skirt, letting it pool at your feet, leaving you in just your bra, panties, and heels.
"Fuck, you're so sexy," Vicky growled, adjusting himself. "Turn around, let me see that perfect ass."
You did as he asked, feeling his gaze on your body like a physical touch. You could feel your panties growing damp, your pussy aching for release. You glanced over your shoulder, seeing Vicky's hungry expression. "What now?" you asked, your voice breathy.
"Touch yourself," Vicky commanded, his hand rubbing his cock through his jeans. "I want to see you make yourself come."
You hesitated for a moment, then slid your hand into your panties. You gasped as your fingers found your wet, swollen clit. You started rubbing, your hips bucking as pleasure coursed through your body.
"Fuck, yes, Shiela. Just like that," Vicky encouraged, his hand moving faster over his cock. "Make yourself come for me."
You obeyed, your fingers working furiously, your body trembling on the edge of orgasm. Just as you were about to climax, Vicky stopped you. "Not yet, Shiela. I want to taste you first."
He knelt before you, pulling your panties aside. His tongue flicked out, licking your wet folds. You moaned, your hands gripping his hair as he devoured your pussy. His tongue was magic, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy before pulling back, leaving you panting and desperate.
"Please, Vicky, I need to come," you begged, your voice a desperate whimper.
"Not yet," he repeated, standing up and pulling you into a kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, and it turned you on even more. He spun you around, bending you over the arm of the couch. You felt his hands on your ass, spreading your cheeks. Then, you felt something else—a thick, hard cock pressing against your entrance.
"Fuck me, Vicky. Please," you begged, pushing back against him.
He didn't need any more encouragement. With one swift thrust, he was inside you, his massive cock filling you completely. You cried out, the pleasure-pain overwhelming. He started moving, his hips slamming against your ass, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you.
"You're so tight," Vicky groaned, his hands gripping your hips. "Your pussy feels amazing."
You could only moan in response, your body on fire. You were so close, your orgasm just within reach. Vicky reached around, his fingers finding your clit. He rubbed in time with his thrusts, pushing you over the edge.
"Vicky! I'm coming!" you screamed, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over you.
Vicky didn't stop, his cock pounding into you as you came. "That's it. Come on my cock," he growled.
As your orgasm subsided, Vicky pulled out, flipping you onto your back. He lifted your legs, resting your ankles on his shoulders. Then, he was inside you again, his cock filling you to the brim. He started moving, his thrusts slow and deep.
"Fuck, Shiela, I'm not going to last," Vicky panted, his face a mask of concentration.
"Come for me, Vicky," you urged, your hands gripping his ass, pulling him deeper. "I want to feel you come inside me."
His eyes rolled back, his body tensing. With a groan, he came, his cock pulsing inside you, filling you with his hot seed. You could feel it dripping out of you, a cream pie of epic proportions.
Vicky collapsed on top of you, his body slick with sweat. He kissed you, his tongue exploring your mouth. "That was amazing." he murmured, his breath hot against your lips.
You smiled, your body still tingling with pleasure. "It was," you agreed. "But I think we need a shower."
Vicky grinned, pulling you up. "Only if you promise to let me fuck you against the wall."
You laughed, your heart soaring. "Deal," you said, leading him to the shower.