[MF] Nude photoshoot

I knew Ava from my freshmen year of college. We got along well because we were both kinda nerdy and liked skateboarding, anime and old sci-fi movies. She was a little more open about her love of Star Wars and everything geeky, whereas I was a little more withdrawn because I was into sports, and with that came the ridiculous stigma, “football players don’t watch Japanese cartoons”. In high school I was an athlete, and while I ran with a kind of ‘in-between’ crowd, youthful naivity kept my nerdiness closeted. I had an irriational fear of being socially ‘outed’ because nobody else was into that in my high school. College was great because I finally felt free to express myself and I met a ton of like-minded people. Ava caught my eye immediately because she was tan, fit, had short black hair (pulled back into a ponytail…I don’t know what it is about girls with short hair that drive me wild, it just does) with a juicy ass and pair of breasts to match. Despite her physique, she hadn’t been wildly likeable in school. She had run with the ‘nerd’ crowd and as a result, didn’t know how hot she was. Come high school graduation, she had become full-figure gorgeous. Despite my sports career, I was equally shy and the two of us meshed well. We dated for a few months before we broke up and went out separate ways. It was mutual.

Fast forward to three years later. I was living in a house off-campus and Ava was living on the other side of our small college-town in an apartment complex. We were both going into our senior year of college and had maintained a steady friendship through mutual friends. It was the tail end of summer and I was working as a stock-boy at the local department store, trying desperately to save money for the upcoming school year. I had an academic scholarship but always needed money for rent, and of course, beer. I had spent so much time working that I hadn’t noticed Ava was spending the summer in town. I had just finished loading a truck and noticed she was crossing the parking lot behind our store with some groceries.

“Hey Ava!” I called. She looked up as she was loading groceries into her car. She waved and I met her halfway across the lot. She didn’t say anything at first, which I found odd until I noticed she was checking me out. I had spent the summer lifting heavy crates and boxes, loading trucks and working out at the gym in my free time. I had gotten pretty built. It was always hot in the back of the store loading trucks, so I was just wearing a pair of jeans and a white shirt. It was long since started to stick to me, which I hadn’t thought about until I watched Ava’s eyes wash over me.

She had stayed active herself, attending free yoga classes and jogging in her spare time. She worked at the local gamestop, but having no extra money, I never went there to see if she was working.
“Hey,” she said finally. “I didn’t know you were in town.”
“Yeah, I’ve been here all summer,” I replied. She smiled warmly. We talked for another twenty minutes and decided to meet up later that night for a beer at my place.

I don’t know when, how or why I started to feel this way, but for at least since high school—I had a secret desire to be a stripper, or a model. The thought of tearing my clothes off in a sea of screaming women makes my heart skip a beat every time I think about it. Despite me being a ‘jock’, I was actually always very shy and didn’t have a lot of girlfriends in high school or college…let alone anyone that I ever felt comfortable enough talking about my secret desire to be an exhibitionist. I don’t know why I was always so shy about it. I had been tempted to go to a male amateur night at a strip club in the next town, but once again, I was afraid somebody I knew would see me. It was a very strange fear.

Then I heard that Playgirl magazine took amateur submissions. My heart skipped another beat. I could submit photos to them! The thought of a woman reviewing photos of my physique for submission to a magazine geared toward women was an even bigger turn-on (though I know women aren’t the primary audience…at least, anymore). A couple weeks prior to my run-in with Ava I had taken a few nude photos of myself, filled out Playgirl’s online submission form, and emailed everything to them. I hadn’t thought of it since.

That night Ava came over and brought over some beers. We got to drinking and started catching up on what we had been up to that summer. Our conversation was pretty straight-forward, we hadn’t done a whole lot except work and save up money. It was nice to have company all the same, as my roommates had all been gone with their families for a portion of the summer. It was a little lonely. I hadn’t seen Ava in a while, and her nerdiness, bright smile and personality shined through all the time we had spent apart.

I’d be lying if I said I missed dating her. She was a lot of fun. We had never done anything more than make-out (as I was too shy to do much else) I’d also be lying if I hadn’t pictured her naked in my mind…especially now, considering I was more experienced sexually and we were both getting a decent buzz.

I was on my fifth beer, Ava maybe on her fourth, when my phone went off. I thought it was a text message so I checked it. I had received a new email. I checked it, and it was from Playgirl. My heart was in my throat. Ava saw the expression on my face and asked what it was. I looked up at her. I didn’t know what to say. My sober mind was screaming to play it off like a spam email, but my drunk mind took the lead and I said, “It’s from Playgirl Magazine.”

Ava laughed, thinking I was kidding, until I showed her the message. It was actually a rejection notice. While I had gotten pretty fit during the summer, I was nowhere near centerfold material, though they did point out in the email that I would be “great for their Real-Men Section”, which was the section devoted to Amateur models. They asked for better quality photos to post in their magazine, if I was interested.

Ava laughed again, and glanced at me. Her eyes did a quick scan of my body. She said, “well are you gonna do it?” I didn’t know what to say. My heart was still in my throat. Clearly she was turned on, but I had never shared my exhibitionist fetish with anyone before.
“I don’t know,” I said awkwardly. “I need to take better photos to submit. I don’t think they’re looking for selfies.”

We were both in my kitchen, Ava was leaning against the counter opposite of me. I saw her hand gripping the edge of the countertop nervously. She looked at the floor, half smirked, then looked back at me.

“You should do it!” she said encouragingly, half laughing as she punched me softly in the shoulder. “Then I can blackmail you when you’re famous.”

“Who says you’re gonna get a copy of the magazine?” I shot back with a grin. It was really hard for me to maintain my composure. My knees were shaking. I was so turned on and excited that we were even talking about it, let alone the possibility that my fantasy was about to become a reality.

“Well I have a camera…” Ava said, her eyes casting toward the ground. She looked back up at me, almost hesitant. “I mean, I could do it…if you want?”

“Be my photographer?” I choked out. She nodded. I was about to agree when we heard the front door close. It was like the scene out of a movie. My roommate had just come back from home. He had a bag full of his clothes and other belongings under his arm.

“Hey guys,” he said casually. “I need a fucking BEER.” he snatched one of Ava’s beers off the counter, opened it and proceeded to talk about his uneventful drive back to college for the next 15 minutes.

Ava and I exchanged glances. The moment was clearly over. Ava excused herself, giving a very obvious “I have to work early tomorrow” excuse. I couldn’t read the tone of her voice, and I didn’t know how to react. Part of me was relieved. I was so worried that she might not like the way I look, or I might say something weird or do something weird…I had never been naked in front of a camera before. At least, with anybody else but myself behind the lens. I went to bed.

The next day I went to work as usual, with a gym session following. I was still jittery from last night. I had a half-assed workout and went home early. When I got home I showered and when I returned to my room for a change of clothes, I saw Ava had texted me.

“Wanna hang out tonight?” was all it read. I agreed and half-debated what I should wear. Would she bring it up? of course she would bring it up. Why wouldn’t she. We had talked about it, hadn’t we? It wasn’t a dream. I threw on some clothes and drove over to her apartment. When I arrived, I knocked on the door and heard her shout from inside, “it’s open!” When I stepped inside, she was standing in the living room. The curtains were drawn, even though it was just now turning sunset. She was fiddling with a digital SLR camera in her hands. I closed the door behind me and walked up to her.

“What’s that?” I asked dumbly. She looked up and smiled.

“It’s a camera. We’re gonna do the photoshoot, aren’t we?” she winked. My mouth was dry. This was it, it was happening.

“Uh..yeah, sure,” I agreed. She crossed the room and scooped up a magazine from her coffee table. It was a Playgirl.

“I’ve never read a Playgirl,” she gushed. “I mean, I guess I didn’t realize that the guys were…” she cast her eyes down to the floor. This time it was her that was shy. This was my territory, now.

“Naked?” I concluded. She thumbed through the magazine and rested on a page depicting a male model, completely naked, laid out on a bed amidst a slew of bedsheets. One hand was around his hard member.

“I like this shot,” Ava tried to say as professionally as she could. She looked up at me.
“…What do you think?”

“I think that’s good,” I replied. “So….how do we start, miss photographer?”

That seemed to catch her off guard, but she smirked. She set the magazine down, moved the coffee table out of the way and positioned herself opposite of me. I was standing in front of a grey loveseat, one of the few furniture pieces in the room.

“Let’s….start with your shirt off,” she said, her breath seemingly caught in her chest. This was it. My whole body was tingling. I half-imagined my roommate kicking in the door at that minute, in a comic fashion to ruin the moment again. But Ava lived alone, and wasn’t expecting anyone else tonight. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. I stood in front of her, my legs parted slightly, tucking my thumbs into the front of my pants. I tried to make it look like I wasn’t flexing as I stood there as casually as I could. Ava lifted the lens to her eye and clicked the shutter. The camera snapped and I almost felt a wave of relief. I was now more excited than nervous. This was going to be fun. And really hot.

“Back up toward the couch, just a little more,” Ava ordered, snapping a couple more photos. She adjusted her height, crouching and bending with her angles, trying to make it look like she knew what she was doing. I could practically hear her heart pound from across the room.

The click of the camera became an ambient melody that filled the room. My thumbs were dug into my pants, as my calves balanced me against the back of the couch. I tried to give the camera a sexy, confident look like you see on those ads for Men’s cologne. Ava ate it up.

“Okay, unbutton your pants a little….” she instructed. I slowly started to undo my pants to reveal grey boxer briefs. All I had were athletic-style that contoured nicely to my thighs and butt, I liked them for their soft feel when I worked out. They complimented me nicely.

“A little more,” Ava said, beckoning for me to undo the last button on my pants. My pants loosened and I held them just in my finger tips. My heart was pounding in my chest. She had never seen me in my underwear before, let alone with an obvious bulge in the front, each passing moment filling it with desire just beneath the thin fabric. Sweat had started to trickle down my back, and I imagined her eyes fixated on my package as it grew, softly protesting against the briefs.

Ava took a few more snapshots, one from the front and a couple from the side. She took some low-angles, crouching down below me. Her eyes were fluttering behind the camera. She was also sweating.

“Okay, drop your pants,” she said. I heard a small crack in her voice…she was getting hot. I grinned, smug in my own satisfaction, and dropped my pants the rest of the way. My cock had swelled in my briefs, providing a nice bulge.

“Sit… back on the couch…,” Ava ordered. I complied, sitting next to the armrest.

“Put one hand on the arm rest, and the other, uh…” she beckoned toward my crotch.

“Like this?” I asked softy, running my hand over the bulge. Even the lightest brush of my hand felt amazing.

“Mhm,” she said quickly, proceeding to take more angled shots. “Get up on your knees,” she said quickly. I readjusted myself on the couch.

“….Take off the briefs?” I asked coyly.

I hadn’t entirely processed my own question when my hands were brushing against the elastic band of the briefs. Sweat was trickling down my back and my shyness had been replaced by nervous anticipation. The thought of baring all was as big a turn-on as this game of seduction that we were playing. Only a small portion of Ava’s face visible behind the lens, but I could see the anticipation was building, as I watched her bite her bottom lip.

“Slowly,” she instructed as I tugged the briefs off. “Not all the way at first. Use one hand…so it’s not easy,” she added with a wink. I grinned and pulled them down slowly. I kept my pubic hair very trimmed, as the edge of my briefs had just revealed. Ava snapped more photos as I tugged the underwear down. I could barely resist, it was all I could do to tease when I wanted to rip the fabric off my body and show her everything. I ran my other hand over my flat stomach and tilted my head back, making it look as though I were moaning in pleasure.

“Yeah, close your eyes. Show me the face you make when a girl is riding you,” Ava replied, snapping more photos. I tugged my briefs until my thumb rubbed against the base of my shaft. Sweat was rolling down my back and chest and arms. It wasn’t hot in her apartment but we were making it a sauna.

Ava had stopped taking photos. I opened my eyes and observed her leafing through a closet across the room.
“What are you doing?” I asked, practically panting. Ava pulled a cowboy hat from the closet. I should have known. She had grown up on a farm, and always had a thing for cowboys. She had remarked before that I had the perfect body-type to play that role. Whether or not she had ever anticipated something like this occurring as a result was pure speculation.
“Put this on,” she tossed it over. “And meet me in the bedroom.” She walked into the next room. I put the cowboy hat on and followed her in.

“Get on the bed,” she instructed, lifting the camera to her chest. “And keep the hat on.”
I looked at her and grinned, climbing on the bed. This had slowly transitioned from professional into fantasy and I was savoring every moment of it. Judging from the look on her face, I think she felt the same way. Ava observed my body move as I climbed into position. There was a confident smirk on her face that abided by her wandering eyes.

“Wait,” she called, to which I obeyed. With only a hint of shyness in her voice, she cleared her throat and ordered, “Take the briefs off.”

“All the way?”

“…If you’re comfortable wi– I mean, yes.”

I had my back to her. She had a large, king size bed. Who knows why. I pulled the briefs down and let them slide to the floor. I heard her gasp and snap a photo.

“Wow,” she said softly. “…I’m sorry, I mean…you just…you have a great ass.”
“Thanks,” I chuckled. I made sure she couldn’t see my cock yet, and pulled a bit of bedsheet up against myself as I sat on my knees in front of her. Ava stood poised at the foot of the bed, camera at the ready.

“Show me how you fuck a girl,” She said coyly, her eyes roaming over my hulking, sweaty, nude frame. “..and do it slowly.” Her eyes rested on the wad of white bedsheet concealing me. The smooth fabric was freshly washed, and impossibly soft. It felt fantastic against my swelling penis.

I held the sheet in place, sitting on my knees with my free hand running along my naked chest and stomach, rocking my hips back and forth rhythmically. I felt the throbbing in my cock and the familiar tingle in my skin like soft, passionate sex on a lazy summer afternoon. I imagined the bedsheet as a pair of hips in front of me, thinking about the smooth curve of a female body against my own. I envisioned their ass jiggling in rhythm with my thrusts, and her moan of the before me as she gripped the bedsheets in animalistic pleasure. My breathing became labored and I could feel sweat brimming my forehead. If I didn’t stop now I would surely cum, but I was so horny I could barely think straight, let alone stop.

“Sit back against the bed…cover yourself with the cowboy hat,” Ava broke me out of my trance, pausing to adjust her camera. I plucked the cowboy hat from my head, while she watched like a cat observing a mouse. I covered up with the hat, and let go of the bedsheet. Ava wet her lips and gestured toward the head rest.

“Up…uh…up against the headrest,” she said. Her arms were shaking ever so lightly, and her forehead glistened with moisture. I could practically feel the nervous energy radiating off her. Neither of us had ever done anything like this before, at least someone we knew, and it was just an endurance contest at this point. She recovered by returning the camera to her face and repositioning. I sat with my back against the headrest, running my hands over my nude body, feeling the tip of my penis brush gently against the soft leather cowboy hat. I was so hard at this point that my cock was throbbing…but I couldn’t stop to stroke it. At least, not until Ava had instructed me.

“Can you do that thing where you hold the cowboy hat in place?” she chirped. “You know, with your…uh…”
I was almost glad she asked. I could practically feel the heat from my hands on my throbbing member, all the way through the leather of the hat. An added bonus would be a hat trick to tip off that I was already hard.
“You mean like this?” I smirked, and released my hands. The cowboy hat remained firmly in place. I was so aroused at this point, nothing short of an explosive orgasm would calm me down…and that was something I was looking forward to. Ava almost looked shocked from the way her eyebrows fired up.

“Oh wow,” she laughed. “…Nice!” I placed my hands behind my head and stuck out my hips, letting the hat dangle off my member as she snapped more photos. “This is great,” she added, moving to the side to get a better angle. Each click of the shutter was like a ticking clock toward me going full frontal. My cock was swelling with anticipation and I sensed her practically melting with desire. Any moment now would be my centerfold shot.
“Alright cowboy,” Ava remarked, her voice growing soft and vulnerable. “Do you….um…do you…want to do some…without the hat?”

I swallowed hard. This was it. As excited as I was to be completely naked in front of her, the reality of the situation had finally begun to sink in and after this there was no going back. Before this evening Ava had never even seen me with my shirt off, let alone stripped nude on her bed. It was a line you could only cross once.

“Sure…” I said as calmly as I could muster, and tossed the cowboy hat across the room. I watched Ava’s eyes light up. I’m not hung by any means, but I could tell she wasn’t expecting to see me hard as a diamond underneath the hat. She stared for just a second, before regaining her composure and getting back behind the lens. Sweat was rolling down my brow and my body. I could see sweat glisten from her forehead across the room.

“Sit down and put..uh…” she stammered.
“…My hand around it?” I asked softly, almost grateful. I gripped it softly at the base and began stroking slowly. She cleared her throat, her mouth was probably as dry as cotton. She watched with a strange fascination as I rhythmically stroked my shaft, making careful note to touch myself sensually with my free hand. She took more photos. My member was throbbing and nearly twitching with the urge to cum, but there remained some work to do. Rubbing my hand up and down the hard shaft was a good start, though. It took all my willpower to keep a slow, steady pace.
“How’s that feel?” she asked finally.

“Really good,” I replied, stifling a moan. With my cock in one hand, and my other running across my bare chest, to the click of Ava’s camera… I was in heaven. It was hard to stop but when Ava gestured me to change positions, I found myself obeying without hesitation.

“Get on your hands and knees,” she instructed. “I want you to reach out for the camera, like you were ‘caught’, and you’re trying to stop me,”

“You’ve thought about this,” I panted, desperately wanting to put my hand back on my throbbing member.
“Well, if you’re gonna ask me to direct a shoot, of course I’ll have put some thought into it,” she cooed, tugging the camera away as I reached for it. She took pictures intermittently. I rested on all fours, reaching for the camera as my penis throbbed between my legs, begging to be stroked.

I rolled onto my back, legs parted, dripping with sweat. My hand instinctively curled around my cock and I resumed rubbing it slowly. With my free hand I tugged at my balls. The only thing I could think of was the sweet release of spraying my seed, but I knew Ava may have other plans for me.

To my suprise, she climbed onto the bed and stood over me, raising the camera to her face.
“Hold that pose,” she instructed, beckoning for my hand to stay on my cock. “You like how that feels?”
“…Yes…” I panted.

“Look up at me,” Ava ordered. “…and, stroke yourself slower…”

I slowed my rhythm and looked up at her with fluttering eyes. “…Like this?” I asked submissively.
“Just like that,” Ava smirked, and clicked the shutter. She set the camera down and observed me masturbating.
“See something you like?” I moaned. Ava sat down, camera in her lap, her legs hanging over the side of the bed. Her fingers danced along my thigh, marveling over my nude frame. Her eyes cast from my throbbing penis to my torso.
“A lot of people can’t be naked like this,” She mused, biting her lower lip. “How am I doing?”

“You’re an excellent photographer,” my thumb was rubbing my foreskin as I adjusted my grip, watching her watch me. I couldn’t tell if she wanted to join in or if she wanted to see me finish. Regardless, I was very close. Ava seemed to read my mind and her eyes went to my shaft. Maybe she was interested after all.

“Do you cum really hard?” she asked softly. I had jacked off while teasing myself for several minutes, much like this evening, so I knew I was going to explode. I only nodded in response.

“I’m kind of interested to see that,” she mused, rubbing my leg softly. “…can you…cum for me?”
“Yes ma’am,” I groaned. Ava’s eyes watched my throbbing member twitch in anticipation. I moaned again and fondled my balls in my free hand, rolling them between my fingers. I thought about Ava’s nude body sprawled out before me, drenched in sweat. I thought about grabbing her by the hips and thrusting deep into her wet, dripping pussy and listening to hear scream in ecstasy as she took every inch of throbbing cock. I thought about cumming deep inside her, watching her body collapse in exhaustion onto the bed with my seed leaking out her round, plump ass. I thought about her thick hips and breasts and how satisfying it would be to completely envelope her…

My strokes had become shorter and faster, and Ava wet her lips in anticipation. I moaned again, this time loudly, as I passed that threshold and felt my body release.

“Oh, wow!” Ava exclaimed. My penis erupted with white hot cum spilling out the head, shooting onto my stomach in orgasmic throbs, each one more satisfying than the last. I held my cock for as long as I could, my knees buckling as semen spilled onto my stomach. My whole body was engulfed in ecstasy, this was the best orgasm I ever had! Ava was completely fixated, staring with exotic fascination at my cock as I emptied my seed. When it was done and I lay on the bed, my cock softening and my seed strewn across my torso, Ava’s fingers ran my up leg, to fondle my ballsack. I felt a wave of relief wash over me like a rolling tide, and my eyes drifted shut.

“That was really hot…and satisfying,” she cooed. “…do you have any left…for me?”

I opened my eyes just in time to see her face hovering over mine, a conniving smirk pulling at the edge of her lips. She leaned in and kissed me, softly at first, bathed in hesitation, curiosity and wonder.

I raised my head to meet her lips again, hungrily returning her kiss, her tongue wrapped in mine. Ava’s hand tugged and pulled on my cock, as though willing me to cum again…until she suddenly to my dismay, let go. I looked at her, almost pouting, until she commented meekly, “I guess it’s my turn to get naked?”

Had I not just blown my load, my heart would be in my throat. It had always been my end goal to see Ava naked; but faced with the reality of the situation, I had trouble rationalizing that this was actually happening. I felt like it was a dream; like I was looking into a crystal ball at someone else’s life. My cock was drained and I was rebuilding my stamina, but the thought of Ava’s nude body against mine was arousing nonetheless. I watched as she peeled off her shirt, discarding it to the floor and sat before me in a black sports bra that acted more as an impromptu push-up, from the way her c-cup breasts filled it out. They were practically bursting out of the fabric. She looked at me with a certain kind of tenderness and vulnerability; I wasn’t aware of her sex life before this, it very well may be the most naked she has ever been in front of anybody. I reached for her bra, but she leaned away, a coy and conniving smirk on her face.

“You don’t want a show?” she giggled. Okay, maybe she did know what she was doing. I sat back and watched Ava straddle my hips, rocking her torso back and forth like a belly-dancer. I could practically feel the heat between her legs. Slowly, she pulled up the fabric of her sports bra up just enough to conceal her nipples, massaging her breasts in her hands, her eyes fluttering back in pleasure. Finally she pulled off the bra, revealing her soft, supple c-cup breasts. Her brown nipples were erect, begging to be sucked. Maintaining eye contact with me, she took one breast into her fingers and licked the nipple with a dab of her tongue, rolling it around the base of her aerola. All the while she continued to grind softly on my hips, pulling my head into her bare chest and shaking her breasts in my face, like a stripper during a lapdance. Her nipples were dancing along my cheeks, rubbing and teasing on my face just close enough, but not quite to get my tongue around them. I could feel the light sweat rolling off her body and the diluted scent of her perfume, drifting off her torso like a summer’s breeze.
“Want a taste?” she begged quietly. I obliged without a moment’s hesitation, massaging one breast with my free hand and the other with my tongue, suckling and biting softly. Ava moaned in pleasure, her arms instinctively wrapping around me to pull me in closer.

“Oh my god…” she purred. “Why did we wait so long to do this…!”

“Just wait….” I gasped between licks. “Until I get…to your pussy,”

As if on cue, Ava cupped my chin in her hand and came in for a deep kiss, rolling her tongue over mine, her body quivering like jolts of electricity at my touch. Her other hand guided mine to her crotch, where she dipped underneath her panties. She pressed my fingers against her moist pussy, which was practically dripping with her juices.

My fingers slid in with ease, and she gasped in response. She nibbled and kissed my earlobe as I massaged her with my finger, rubbing her clit with my thumb. Her hips moved in sync with my light thrusts, which served to only make her more wet and aroused. Her tongue was probing my mouth and she tugged harder on my cock. I grabbed her pussy in my palm and massaged her clit with my two fingers, and then gently pushed her onto her back. She looked at me with curious, wandering eyes, delighted that I was taking control and pushing her around. I slid off the edge of the bed, grabbed her by her ankles and yanked her into position, spreading her legs apart. She squealed in anticipation.

Her pussy was lightly trimmed, and moist with desire. Her lips were bright pink, swollen with anticipation of my swelling member, but I needed to build back up stamina before I enter her. With a mischievous grin I crawled toward her crotch, lowering my face in front of her aching vagina and parted her lips with my fingers. Ava’s body shuddered in anticipation, and as my tongue rolled over her wet lips, her entire body writhed in ecstasy. She moaned loudly and grabbed at my head, grabbing a tuft of my hair to hold my head in place. I grinned, her juices already rolling down my chin. She smelled of perfume and flowers, lightly sweet with a hint of sweat that rolled gently down her thighs. It was clear she had anticipated this and had scrubbed herself with every shower gel in her cabinet. I wasn’t complaining.

I licked up and down her juicy lips, probing my tongue between the folds and massaging every inch with my mouth.
“Oh my goooodd….” Ava moaned. “Please…please…fuck me now…”
“I want you to beg for it,” I panted between licks. Her hips were writhing around me, she could barely contain herself.
“Any…more…of this….” she gasped. “…And…I’m gonna…cum…!”

“You’d better not,” I teased, diving my tongue into her pussy one last time before hoisting myself up onto the bed. Ava lay, legs sprawled, panting and exhausted, as though she had just run a marathon. I observed her nude body laid out before me; her breasts dusted lightly in sweat, moisture rolling off her body like a steam room. It wasn’t hot in her bedroom but we were making it a sauna. She rolled her head back to face me, she looked drunk with pleasure.
“Well…what are you waiting for…?” she panted.

“Beg me,” I grinned mischievously. Ava smirked in spite of my comment and I watched as her fingers probe her clit, rubbing herself as she pleaded with me, “please, please fuck me…pretty please?”

“Well if you’re going to be so polite….” I grinned, grabbing her at the hips. I had to have that ass of hers. I rolled her body over and it was better than I had imagined; two large, round cheeks stared back at me, glistening with sweat. I ran my hand over her ass, admiring the smooth feel of her skin, a bit of muscle underneath plump, round cheeks. I slapped her right cheek and watched her ass jiggle, and she squealed in delight. Ava had always had a nice ass but it had somehow become even more plump than before. I squeezed it as though to make it pop.

I was standing off the side of the bed, with her bent over it in front of me. I parted her legs with my own and positioned my cock to enter her. She reached down and gripped my cock in her hand, and slid it into her wet pussy.
I felt her body clench and tighten around me. I started thrusting. She moaned wildly. I gripped her ass as though I would fall off and thrust harder. She screamed in pleasure. I moaned in sync with her.

“fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she yelped, burying her face in the bedsheets. I pumped in and out, each thrust seemingly going deeper than the last. I slapped her ass again and watched it jiggle. What a workout! I was panting like I was running a marathon!
Ava was howling in pleasure. I felt her body begin to tighten.

“YES YES YES!” She cried. I felt her pussy tighten. She was coming. Without thinking I pulled out of her just in time to spray her back with cum. My knees buckled. I was still cumming. I could barely stand. I fell back against the wall, hot semen running down the base of my shaft. My body drenched in sweat. Ava sprawled out on the bed as though both of us had just run an ironman. I collapsed on the floor….but when I came to, I was lying on the bed, naked, next to her. Somehow I had crawled across the room and pulled myself onto the bed.

Ava’s eyes fluttered. We had been asleep for hours.

She looked at me, and littered my neck and check with small, dainty kisses.

“How’s THAT for a photoshoot?” she smiled wickedly.

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