You slipped your business card in my purse while I wasn’t paying attention. You are a fetish photographer and offered to do a free photo shoot for me. Your business card had a note that said, “Call me,” maybe? My favorite fuck buddy has a birthday coming up, and I know he would love that for a gift. I called you and made an appointment, and the next day went to your studio.
As soon as I saw you, I remembered you from the club. I had planned on doing some serious flirting that night, but something had come up. Now, here we both are. I didn’t need any help posing, but you seemed to like having your hands on me as much as I did. Slowly, I took off my clothes for more pictures. I suggested you get in the pictures too. Without hesitation, you set the camera to auto, and I ripped off your clothes. I had no desire to go slow. I was so fucking wet, and I needed to fuck right then.
Your lips were soft on my nipples, as you sucked and bit them. Your pussy was dripping wet, hot, and smooth. After we fucked for hours, you invited me to spend the night. I found a bottle of bubbly, popped it open, and we looked at the pictures you took. You sneaky little hottie, you had it set for video. My special fuck buddy is going to love his gift, but not as much as I loved making it!
