A Scene In A Chelsea Studio [MF, Vanilla]

In the soft, white studio space, the model posed for him as she had done the many other times. She lay on the white set of steps to the fire-escape, scantily clad in the white lingerie the agency had provided for this spread.

Light filtered in through the lace curtains, showing all the curves to her form as he expertly took each shot, encouraging her softly from pose to pose. She knew the white, lacy lingerie didn’t faze him as he’d seen everything that was under it before. It was all pretty routine at this point, but she knew the sooner they finished, the sooner she would return to those steady, firm arms.

After another hour and another outfit change, she lounged on the massive custom couch in a seductive pose, light filtering through the window. She tried her best to tease him with the skimpy leather lingerie, following his directions but being sure to also show him exactly what she knew he liked. Languid, open poses almost as if she were inviting him to take her right there, on the couch, filled the camera roll. She was especially proud of her heels, black stilettos hanging off the ends of her legs resting on the arm at the ends of the massive cushions.

She posed, kneeling on the couch gazing at the black-metal chandelier as the camera snapped more and more shots. Finally, when it was time for a break, for him to look at his shots, she sexily whispered in his ear, “Why don’t we *celebrate* the finishing of this photoshoot in your bed?”

The lines on his face softened as he let out a soft laugh before whispering back, “Why don’t you wait there while I put my camera back?” As he carefully put the camera equipment back, putting in the camera batteries to charge and the lenses away, she took off her heels and lounged on his bed.

The door quietly shut as he entered, taking off his pants and shirt, joining her in bed. He held her curves as her fingers brushed aside his faded blonde hair, pulling him in for a kiss. He expertly pleasured her with his hands stroking and groping at steady rhythms as she held onto him, her soft form against his firm body.

Her young form held on to his aged, experienced frame as she gazed into his intense eyes with lustful pleasure. She could feel his hardness against her thigh as he pleasured her, hard. His other hand quickly found the bra, removing it with precision just as it did so many times before. Her soft breasts hung out as his mouth worked its way down to those pert nipples, licking in steady circles as his fingers brought her closer and closer to the edge.

Her hands moved down, feeling for his hardness over his boxers before sliding his waistband down, stroking his full length. She moaned as the minutes seemed to fade into a blur of passionate love-making, his fingers driving her to an intense orgasm. She enthusiastically got off his thigh, kneeling between his legs as she began licking his shaft before circling his tip. He played with her curly, brown hair as she teased his tip with her lips, savoring every bit of pre-cum ebbing from it.

It wasn’t long before she sucked passionately, taking it down her throat stroke after stroke. She passionately deepthroated him, getting him closer and closer. Suddenly, she felt him hold her as his member throbbed, spurt after spurt spilling down her throat. With a gulp, she swallowed every last drop as she pulled her lips off, pulling him in to make out with her again.

The session went on as the sunlight faded from the windows, being replaced by the dim glow of the city lights. His cock slid in and out of her tight, slick pussy as he grasped on her hips from behind. She moaned as his fingers circled her clit with each stroke, slow and hard. She could feel herself lost in the pleasure as she came on his cock, back arched as she moaned into the bed.

He followed soon after, pulling out as he splattered her back with hot whiteness before they both lay for a bit in exhausted ecstasy. After some rest, she would shower with him, and they’d leave for whatever engagements they had with friends for the rest of the night, but she *knew* one thing for sure: she definitely looked forward to working with him again.

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