"Please. You make my job easy. All the ideas are yours, I just help make them happen."
Taylor's wandering eyes traveled up and down his body as a look came over her face that he knew all too well. Her tone was lighter, a little more playful, when she spoke again. "Take another one? Something a little less PG and a little more PG-13?"
Leaning forward, she tugged on the front of her blouse, giving the already healthy view of her cleavage an even better look. Temptation washed over her face, and Cole was pretty sure he could just make out a hint of areola as he took another snapshot.
"Mhmm. Now that's what I like to see. Work it for me Swift."
"Let's go R-rated." She whispered, taking those words to heart
In an instant, her arms crossed as they reached down and lifted her blouse upwards. Tossing the sheen black material away carelessly, her bare breasts were visible only for an instant. Blocking them from sight, she hugged her chest tightly. Squeezing, her boobs suddenly looked bigger than ever before as they threatened to pop free from their confinement. Adopting a deep pout, she waited as Cole took another photo. A tremor ran through his body as something in his pants stirred to life.
Daring to push it further, he said, "Lose the bottoms."
Dropping her hands, Taylor was already undoing her pants. Shimmying out of them, she turned around, away from Cole and the camera. Her striped cotton panties struggled to cover the broad expanse of her butt. More than a tiny bit of jiggling alabaster skin peeked out. Thrusting her backside in his direction, she threw her head over her shoulder, letting blonde locks tumble freely downwards. The individual strands nestled atop her smooth and flawless back. Placing both arms against the wall, she adopted a wide stance. The smoldering look she flashed him was enough to make anyone, man or woman, hot under the collar. He could just make out the curve of her hanging breasts on either side of her torso as he produced another polaroid.
"You wanna see more? Don't you?" She asked, batting her mascara laden eyelashes. "X-rated?"
Not trusting himself to speak, he nodded silently. Watching with bated breath, she slowly but surely slid her snug panties off. Eyes glued to her bubbly booty, they followed it as she stood up and strolled, utterly naked, across the room to the chair in the corner. Lounging carelessly upon it, she lifted her mile-long legs high in the air. Straight as an arrow, and toes pointed to the ceiling, Cole watched in a drooling stupor, eyes trailing from her bubblegum pink pussy lips along meaty imposing thighs, across impossibly smooth and toned calves to the tips of her painted toes. With all the grace and serenity of a seasoned yoga instructor, she spread them apart in perfect synchronization, until each leg was hanging off an arm of the chair. Lining up another photo, he got an up-close look at everything.
Everything.
Pants now more than a little tight, Taylor gave a girlish giggle as her gaze drifted from the lens to his pitched tent.
"My, my. That doesn't seem very professional of you." She said, not bothering to wait for a response as she slithered out of the chair.
On the carpeted floor, she began to slowly, achingly slowly, crawl towards her wannabe photographer. On all fours, breasts swinging freely, her hips undulated and swayed hypnotically as she closed the gap between them.
"I think we should get you involved in this shoot." She said, her hands shamelessly groping at his crotch, framing his member with her hands. "No need for it to be just me, and besides, every good photoshoot has props. I left my favorite vibrator back in New York, so this will do just fine."
Chuckling as she undid his pants, his cock was soon firmly secured in her fist, fingers wrapped tightly around the quivering pillar of hardness. A few slow jerks, just to ensure it was up to its maximum impressive length, and then she released it. Closing her eyes and puckering her lips, she gave her best Instagram-worthy kiss. Placing it against the already wet tip of his prick, she held the pose. Watching all of this transpire through the camera, Cole captured the moment forever with another loud *CLICK*.
The polaroid fluttered to the ground, as her eyes opened, and she stared straight into the lens. Pouty lips inching forward, they surrounded the mushroom-headed crown, slowly engulfing it between soft pillowy pinkness. That heavenly feeling of slobbery softness swallowed more and more of his member, those lips sliding downwards along every hard-veiny inch and not halting until they reached the root. Stretched wide to accommodate the girth, the point of her button nose dug comfortably into his groin. Unwilling to look away, even for a second, he took another photo, full proof evidence of her ultra-impressive display of oral aptitude. Electric blue eyes never left the glare of the lens, as she held him there comfortably. They blinked innocently, as though she didn't have a mouth stuffed to the brim with cock.
Finding his voice again, it was low and soft, "That's it Swift. Show off for the camera baby. Come on. Show me what you got."
Winking, she dislodged the shaft from the midpoint of her esophagus, retreating to the very end. In her wake, she left a slimy trail of spittle behind. It clung to the shaft, although it didn't remain untouched for long as she began to bob along it, eyes still unwilling to break contact with the lens. In fact, she seemed downright enamored with it. Meanwhile, Cole did his best to hold it steady in his shaking hands. While one long-fingered hand juggled his jewels, tickling and teasing the bulging sack, the other was stuck between her legs. Cole could just make out the tell-tale flick of her wrist as her digits slipped in and out, mouth otherwise preoccupied with every inch he had to give. This whole mock photoshoot seemed to really be driving her wild. So wild, that she had not one or two, but three fingers knuckle-deep in her gushing snatch. Those fingers moved faster than the blur of her blonde head as she sucked from based to tip in two seconds flat and then back again. A bit of spit trickled down from the corner of her mouth as throaty gurgling moans of appreciation sounded.
Down to the base once more, Taylor held him fully, the bulge in her throat easily visible. With a gasp of air and a splash of spittle, she released him. Lifting it high and ducking beneath, she gobbled hungrily at his hanging tender testes. Like a starving woman, she took one between her lips, making love to it. Muffled pops sounded as she placed kiss after kiss on the hanging cum-churning gonads. Meaty shaft draped across her features, the bellend rested on her forehead, nestled amongst a nest of blonde strands that tickled the winking eye with every movement of her mouth down below. It made for quite the sight. So, Cole made sure to capture that too. Fingers curled around the shaft as she squeezed a fat dollop of precum from the tip. The sticky liquid dripping onto her forehead as she continued feasting below. It remained unnoticed, even as several more crystalline globs followed it. When she finally pried her ravenous maw away from his bulging babymakers, they were drenched in saliva.
"Let's move this to the bedroom." She said, licking her lips.
Cole nearly chucked the camera across the room in his eagerness to follow Taylor as she stood up. The pair of them scampered down the hall, male and female bits alike bouncing hither and thither as they tumbled into their bedroom. Landing flat on her back on the bed, Taylor spread her legs wide and beckoned him over with a singular finger.
"Gimme the camera." She whispered huskily. Handing it over with a shaking hand, she took it while her free hand spread the lips of her engorged labia apart, eyes indicating what was expected next of him. "Go on. Your turn to show off for me."
Kneeling on the floor next to the bed, she draped a mouth-watering leg over each broad shoulder as his head sunk between her meaty thighs. Smoother than silk, he lathered his tongue with the familiar taste of her arousal. Taylor's pussy was as well-known to him as the back of his own hand. He knew exactly where to lick, to poke and prod with his tongue to send her over the moon. Usually he liked to watch her face as it twisted and contorted with pleasure, a simple reward for a job well done. This time his emerald eyes were looking not into Taylor's crystalline blue ones, but the lens of the camera instead. It blocked most of her beautiful face, but it couldn't conceal her naughty smile. A flash of light blinded him as another polaroid was produced, and as excitement rushed through him, stiffening his already rock-hard cock even further, Cole suddenly felt he understood why Taylor was practically gushing into his mouth. The simple act of recording their carnal exertions, even on a device as archaic as this one, brought with it a new level of frenzied excitement.
