She wanted to invite a photographer. But not a simple photographer. She already had a lot of ordinary pictures ... But recently she came across a site on the Internet where amateur photos of naked girls were collected. And she suddenly really wanted to have such pictures too, only so that she was in the frame. Or maybe she wanted to feel even more like this - to pose in front of the camera completely naked ..

She was sure that the pictures should be good. Blonde, short-haired, blue-eyed, short, slim, what else do you want? It was up to the photographer. A friend advised her to contact one guy. They say he is good at shooting, and he does not stick to the models. Moreover, some of them say that they themselves even began to pester him during particularly intimate shootings, but nothing happened - a real professional. That's what she needed. After all, she was not going to have sex for showing off her charms in front of the camera, she just wanted beautiful pictures.

And then came the day X. She bought a new black lace underwear, black stockings, which were held on the thigh due to elastic lace and pulled out her forgotten shoes on a high-heeled pin. All together against the background of her delicate white skin looked just stunning.

- I want you! She shouted to her image in the mirror and laughed. From above, she wore a strict black skirt to the knee, but with two deep slits on the sides, and a short-sleeved shirt with buttons. She clung to her chest, emphasizing its height and fullness. The top two buttons were unbuttoned, and if she was leaning forward, her boobs, wrapped in black lace, were visible in the mirror.

She was very pleased with herself. “Bright lipstick on the lips, in the chest and behind the ears of“ Kenzo ”and I am ready.”

At that moment the doorbell rang. Opening it, she saw a tall, dark-haired boy. "What a great! And how cute! ”- she was delighted. She did not smile at all, posing for a gray-haired old man.

He entered and immediately got down to business.

- You will be removed? In this clothes? In which place? Let's get better on this couch, it's easier to put the light on here, and began to fiddle with some kind of lamps and move its floor lamp. She was nervous, could not imagine that now will undress in front of him. He noticed her confusion and said ...

- Yes, you do not worry, everything will turn out, relax.

She grinned nervously and suggested ...

- Maybe drink?

“Come on, it will be easier for you,” he agreed.

She went to the kitchen for wine, he looked after her. “But a girl, he thought, he would have met the club.” And remembering that he would soon see her without clothes, he felt the pleasant warmth between her legs. "You're at work." He pulled himself up. Not to enter into any intimate relationships with the models was his principle, which he never neglected.

She returned with two glasses of wine, handed him one.

“For successful shootings,” she said, and drank the entire glass in three gulps. He took a sip of wine and asked ...

- Is there slow music?

- Yes, of course, - she went to the tape recorder and inserted a cassette, the sounds came from the speakers.

- Such a fit? - from excitement and wine her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkled.

“I think you are very photogenic,” he said.

- Can we check? - she laughed - What should I do?

“All that you want, only in this place,” he pointed to the unfolded sofa on all sides, consecrated with lamps that he had installed earlier. “You can dance for a start,” he pulled out his camera and took the cap off the lens.

She, still laughing, began to move to the music.

- you show a striptease? - she quietly switched to "you".

- Yes, come on, I see you can do it!

She was pleased that he was watching her dance.Began to click the shutter apparatus. She was already smiling straight at the camera and dancing for her.

“Come on, girl, stroke yourself, run the handle across the chest,” she heard his voice and obediently ran her hands over the hips, over the ass and squeezed her breasts between her palms. She felt through the fabric as her nipples tightened and stroked their fingers. Under the music and his eyes, she turned in front of the camera, turning to her sideways, then backwards. The laced edge of the stocking and a white strip of leather above him flashed across the skirt cut. He caught this moment on tape.

She squeezed and stroked her breast through the fabric of her shirt. She liked to do it. Her boobs were getting harder and harder, she felt that these shootings are exciting her more and more.

- Unbutton your shirt. Let me see your breasts, girl. - She liked that he calls her like that, and his imperious voice also liked her. The last buttons were unbuttoned, and an already unnecessary piece of cloth flew to the floor. She stood in front of him in a bra and her fingers now and then penetrated his edge. Now tense nipples could be seen through his black lace.

- Take off your skirt, do not stop! - he clicked and clicked the shutter apparatus. He liked more and more these shots and this relaxed girl and the fact that she obviously felt pleasure from what he said to her and how she looked. The member in his pants came to an ever-increasing vivacity, she turned him on, whether he wanted to or not. He already had to make volitional efforts to keep his warrior in a calm position.

She began to lift her skirt up the hips, more and more exposing her slender legs in stockings. She liked to tease him with her look. She turned her back on him, lifting the hem higher and higher. The edge of stockings is already visible. He came close to her to remove her ass when she emerged from under the fabric, but she with a guttural chuckle abruptly lowered the edge of the skirt to its original position and again began to wriggle in front of him, caressing her chest and stroking her hips and ass.

“Take off your skirt, baby, I want to see you all,” he asked. She pulled the zipper on the skirt down and she began to slide under the pressure of her hands from the waist and hips. And now she is dancing in front of him in her panties and bra. One of her hands behind the corner of her bra seems to be busy with her nipple, the other is on her ass, now in front of her thighs.

She feels that excitement is growing. Between the legs become hot, a little bit more and it will flow. She wants this guy to see her all. She looked at his fly and saw a noticeable bulge.

“He wants me!” - this thought made me dizzy, or maybe because she began to stroke her pussy between her legs with her fingers.

- Take off your bra, show your breasts, I want to see how you squeeze your nipples.

“Yes, now,” she responded, and clicked the clasp. Lyamochki crawled from her shoulders, but she picked up the cups with her hands and did not let them fall. She turned her back on him and asked over her shoulder, laughing ...

- Want my tits? Want to see them? - and turned sharply, raising her hands up. Her breasts swayed, and he finally saw pink nipples, which she immediately began to stroke with wet fingers.

- Like?

- Yes, you have a very nice chest, - he devoured it with his eyes. Recognizing himself, he began taking pictures again.

She licked her fingers and tugged at them nipples.

- Do you like licking your fingers?

“Yes, and not only them,” she again looked at the place in the trousers, where he was getting closer and closer.

- What else do you like to lick? - He asked and was afraid of his own question. But she seemed to ...