The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm glow through the sheer curtains of the luxurious hotel suite. You stood in the doorway, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The redhead waves cascaded down your shoulders, and your athletic figure was accentuated by the tight, professional outfit you had chosen for the photoshoot. You had never done anything like this before, but the thought of finally experiencing something new and thrilling sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine.
Vicky, the young photographer, greeted you with a warm smile, his eyes lingering on your body just a second too long. He was tall and muscular, his confidence radiating off him in waves. As he pulled you into a hug, you felt the hardness of his cock press against your stomach, and a jolt of desire shot through you. "Relax, Shiela," he murmured in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "We're just going to have some fun."
He led you inside, the suite opulent and inviting. A bottle of champagne chilled in an ice bucket, and Vicky poured you a glass, his eyes never leaving yours. You took a sip, the bubbles tickling your tongue, and felt the tension in your shoulders begin to melt away. "That's it," Vicky encouraged, his voice low and husky. "Just let go and enjoy yourself."
You set your glass down, feeling a sudden surge of boldness. "I want to get started," you said, your voice steady and sure. Vicky's eyes darkened with desire, and he nodded, his cock already straining against his jeans.
He led you to the makeshift studio he had set up in the corner of the room, the camera and lighting equipment professional and impressive. You stripped down to your lingerie, the lace and silk hugging your curves in all the right places. Vicky's breath hitched as he took in the sight of you, his cock now fully erect and tenting his jeans.
"Fuck, Shiela," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined."
You struck a pose, your body moving with a sensual grace that surprised even you. Vicky snapped photos, his eyes never leaving your body. The camera clicked and whirred, the sound filling the room as you moved and posed, your body growing hotter and hotter with each passing second.
As you turned away from the camera, bending over slightly to show off your ass, you felt Vicky's hands on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. "You're driving me crazy," he muttered, his voice rough with need. "I need to taste you."
You straightened up, turning to face him, and saw the raw desire in his eyes. You nodded, your own need matching his. He pulled you into a kiss, his lips crashing down on yours, his tongue demanding entry. You opened for him, your tongues dueling as his hands roamed your body, exploring every inch of you.
He broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he looked down at you. "I need to be inside you," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. You nodded, your pussy already wet and aching for him.
He stripped off his clothes, his cock springing free, long and thick and curved, with two piercings that glinted in the light. You licked your lips, your pussy clenching at the sight of him. He grinned, his eyes dark with lust, and pulled you down onto the couch, his body covering yours.
He kissed you again, his hands roaming your body, his cock pressing against your thigh. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, your body aching for his touch. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin.
"You taste so fucking good," he muttered, his voice muffled against your skin. You arched your back, your body begging for more, and he obliged, his hands cupping your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples.
You gasped, the sensation shooting straight to your pussy, and he grinned, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He continued to tease your nipples, his fingers rolling and pinching, his lips trailing down your body, his tongue licking and tasting every inch of you.
He reached your pussy, his fingers parting your lips, his tongue delving inside. You cried out, the sensation overwhelming, and he grinned, his tongue lapping at your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you.
"So fucking sweet," he muttered, his voice muffled against your pussy. You writhed beneath him, your body on fire, your orgasm building with each stroke of his tongue.
He pulled away, his cock pressing against your entrance, and you nodded, your body begging for him. He slid inside you, his cock filling you completely, and you cried out, the sensation overwhelming.
He began to move, his hips thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of you, his piercings hitting all the right spots. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper, your body moving with his, your orgasm building with each thrust.
"So fucking good," he muttered, his voice hoarse with need. You nodded, your body on fire, your orgasm building with each thrust.
He reached between you, his fingers finding your clit, and you cried out, your orgasm crashing over you, your body convulsing around his cock. He groaned, his own orgasm following yours, his cock pulsing inside you, his cum filling you.
He collapsed on top of you, his breath ragged, his body slick with sweat. You wrapped your arms around him, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm.
"You're amazing," he muttered, his voice muffled against your skin. You grinned, your body still humming with pleasure.
"You're not so bad yourself," you said, your voice breathless. He chuckled, his body shaking against yours, and you felt a surge of happiness, your body still tingling with pleasure.