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Name: Ellie Lachapelle
Age: 18
Height: 5'6
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Hazel

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Dear Diary...

Growing up, I absolutely needed to recognize what clothes to wear, and what clothes not to wear. After all, unlike many girls at my school, I developed a bit late and as such, I was practically in a state of emergency trying to hide my figure. I mean, I developed into a very large bust and as such, I needed to be quite cognizant of what clothes to wear - as to look appropriate. Already on a few occasions, I was sent home. Not that I had meant to dress inappropriately, but rather my breasts would push against my top in exaggerated manners. Quite simply, I was outgrowing my clothes. Now, I'm fairly certain that I've stopped growing; being eighteen years old, 38G, standing at about 5'6 and my waist at 26". I am not overweight, so I guess that's a good thing, despite me feeling so insecure of my appearance, since it feels at least to me that my buxom chest is disproportionate with the rest of my figure. Not that I've received any complaints, as boys tend to love my figure. I haven't dated however, because I know for one, all these boys are immature. Secondly, because they're so obsessed over my appearance, they never would be interested in knowing the real me, you see. It doesn't help that I could never be too careful in public, especially in the downtown area, as from time to time some fellow would follow me around, trying to act all discreetly as to get a closer glimpse of my figure, while I pretend that I don't have a clue. While it did bother me though, there was some part of me that enjoyed the attention. And so, this all said, I would find myself normally dressed in a very loose attire, as to desperately hide my figure. I was blessed, or perhaps cursed, with a body that many would consider sculptured for lust and sin.

My own efforts, I suppose, helped the attraction that apparently revolved around me for men. I wasn't one to neglect my body, so periods of intense exercise helped me improve stuff like a flat tummy, good muscle tone and great legs and backside. Still, as I've mentioned earlier, my clothing helped to hide all of this...to the best of it's ability. Regardless, I never found myself attracted to anyone...except for a few weeks ago...

Of course, I was talking about Henry. You see, Henry was - or rather is - my father's boss. As such, apparently to thank him for his constant traveling alongside with my mother, he would come over. And so, to get on his boss's good side, my dad would let him stay for dinner, outside BBQ and other things. However, one thing that I never told my dad or mother, was that Henry often showed lustful attention towards me, giving me lewd comments and stares and...and...part of me liked it. Needless to say, when he came over, I had the choice of either hiding my body away in loose clothing or revealing attires. At times, I chose the former, at times I chose the latter - and the difference in his expression was incredibly noticeable to me.


I put the pen down as I stretched myself out on the chair. It was a habit of mine to write on my journal, expressing my emotions and thoughts. Locking it away, I made my way downstairs, dressed in a orange tank top and tight denim jeans, expecting to see my parents, and Henry, downstairs drinking away. Of course, due to the lack of a strong supporting bra, my breasts bounced as I made my way, raiding the fridge. I had convinced myself that today, I didn't care whether or not Henry noticed me, or made any remarks.

That is, until I felt someone poke my shoulder.
 
Your mother pokes your shoulder again, "Ellie, hello? Anyone in there? Didn't you hear me call you?"

You shut your journal and look at your mom, "No, I didn't. What's up?"

"Well," she continued, "Henry, your father and I have been discussing something and would like you to join us."

"Right now?" you ask, "Is this really necessary?"

"Why not?" your mother answers and assume a stance which says that she is not leaving.

"Oh fine," you huff and jump up, making for the hall.

I am seated in the living room and hear you walking heavily down the stairs. Your huge breasts are bouncing and swaying with each step. "God, she is perfect," I think. You come to a stop when you enter the room and cross your arms over your amazing chest, saying, "Hi Henry, dad, so what do you want to talk about?"

Your mother has followed you down and sits down next to your dad, who answers, "Well honey, Henry has a wonderful idea and we think you should consider it."

I see you look at me with a curious, yet reserved look in your eye. Before anyone can say anything else, I begin, "Ellie, how would you like to be a model? Our company is expanding its apparel line and we are constantly having to send our new items to an agency to have someone model them, take pictures, send them back to us, and so on. It takes much too long, so we are considering taking pictures in house and need models. I think you would be great and your parents agree. We can negotiate a modeling fee to make it worth your while. What do you think?"

I see you pause and a variety of thoughts go through your head. I am content to wait. Just watching your breathe is entertainment enough. Finally, you hedge, "I don't know what to say. I have never modeled anything. I don't know anything about it."

"What's to know?" I ask, "You put on clothes, we take pictures of you, you put on different clothes, repeat. Simple." And I am thinking, "You take off clothes too..."

"Umm, I don't know," you question, "what would I need to do?"

"You could come to the office or my home, model clothes, get paid and go home," I press.

"Well," you relent, "I suppose I could try it."

"Excellent!" I beam, "When could you start?"

"Umm, tomorrow maybe?" you offer.

"Good," I affirm, "that will work out well for me. What is your cell number? I will call you with the time and location for the shoot."

Without thinking, you give me your number and I enter it. I stand up and walk to you, extending my hand. You take my hand and I give it a quick shake, while looking down your cavernous cleavage. "Welcome to the company," I say with all sincerity.

Releasing your hand, I turn to your parents, saying, "I am sorry to do business and run, but I have appointments. Thank you, as always, for your hospitality. And do stop by my secretary's desk for the paperwork for the signing bonus."

Looking at you, I finish, "It will be well worth it. Good Evening."
 
I couldn't believe how oblivious my parents were. God damn it, while I was shaking your hand, I could clearly see your eyes focusing on my cleavage, just like that, and I was the only person in the room to take note. Still, a job is a job, I suppose - and a modeling career would certainly make me more than the thousands of other women out here in the world.

"Good evening." I tell you, before turning to my parents and asking them outright "Is that all? May I be excused, please?" to which my mom answers "Sure sure, go ahead. I'm sure you have lots of studying to do." Right. Studying, whatever. Any excuse to get out of these business meetings, the better.

And so, I found myself now around 12 AM , finishing up on my diary. I knew that you've obviously gone home by now and my parents were either passed on the couch, or in their room sleeping. I was right about to go to sleep myself, that is until the phone in my right pocket vibrated. Who could it be?

... Of course.

I received your text message stating: "Okay, time for some pictures sweetheart. Dont be shy now."

Already? That couldn't be right...

Still, I found myself on my bed now, with my top and jeans off to the corner of the bed, now my body naked - save for the bra and panties that I had on. I took a few pictures, though apparently it was not to your satisfaction. "No no, take the bra off. Oh and give me measurements" you rapidly reply with your cellphone.

God...Damn it. This would be the first time someone saw me so...so...exposed!

Despite my hesitation, Itake the bra off as I laid down, my breasts now free for some pictures. I moved about with my cellphone, pointing it towards me - in the process, my arms pressed my large breasts together making a more than ample amount of cleavage for your enjoyment. I took a picture of that.

Next, I moved the phone lower with my right hand, pointing it now towards my face, framed between the valley of my breasts. Of course, I needed to arch my back for this shot, otherwise my face wouldn't even be seen. A nervous, slightly worried face expression was taken in that shot, though I didn't bother to retake it.

I sent those to you and almost immediately receive a response "God, you're so sexy. Okay, now send me the measurements of your bra." And so I did. Now, I asked myself:

"Why am I enjoying this..."

Curious, under the still of the night I began to text Henry, still half naked on my bed. I write "Are these photos really for the job? Or are they for your own personal collection? You can tell me, I wont get mad"

 
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"38G!" I groan, looking down at the blonde head of a prostitute, whose head is bobbing up and down on my cock. I had called the escort service earlier in the evening, and Kim had been late. A slutty young blonde with breast implants, she had reminded me of Ellie. I had first texted Ellie before she arrived. When I had answered your first text, as Kim was stripping, she asked me what was so important that it could't wait. I told her. Sensing a way to get me off more quickly, she played along, saying she would be my Ellie. She stripped to her bra and panties and knelt before me, playing with her breasts, then opening my pants. When Ellie sent me the pic of her topless, and I groaned about her incredible tits, Kim stripped off her bra, showing off her balloon tits. She took me deeper, working my cock. When Ellie sent me her measurements, Kim teased me, "Oooo, such a busty little slut, sending you nasty pics. You just want to fuck her sweet young cunt and cum all over those huge mounds, don't you?" With her last word, she throated my cock and I came hard. She swallowed like a pro, which she was. After she had taken the last drop, she got up and dressed. I paid her well. As she left, she said, "If things don't work out with your girl, call me." I smiled as she left. It was going to work out fine.

I send you a text, "All pics are my property, until and if I forward them to the company. I know what I want for the shoot tomorrow. Be at my house at 3:00."
 
All pics are my property, until and if I forward them to the company. I know what I want for the shoot tomorrow. Be at my house at 3:00.

I almost rolled my eyes - it was never a straight clear answer with you. Though, I wonder what you could possibly be doing for the company at such a late hour, I fall asleep on my bed, still almost naked. Though I would not admit it, my last thoughts were indeed about you. My mind was always distraught over such matters. Of course, while many men would drool over my body, I often wondered how it would feel to actually have a man touch me. More importantly, how it would feel if I let you have your way with me.

I woke up with my mother knocking on the door, advising me to wake up: "Come on Ellie!" she yelled before going away. "Oh thank God that I locked the door." I said, observing that I had forgotten to put some clothes on. And so, I showered and got dressed, getting ready for that appointment at 3 o'clock.

I show up then, dressed in a blue tank top and black denim jeans, to your place. I ring the door bell and eagerly wait.
 
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3:00, and I was finally prepared for you. All of the photography equipment was set up, as well as the small video cameras I had placed in the room in which you would be changing. I wanted to capture every little nuance of your luscious body.

I hear the door bell ring and take my time getting there. I open it to find you in one of your tight tank tops and jeans, obviously freshly showered and perky. "Ah Ellie," I smile, "do come in."

I stand aside and let you pass, watching your body move. Once inside, I watch you look around. "We will be doing the shoot in the sun room. This way please," I say, touching your shoulder to guide you. I lead you down the hall and through double glass doors to a large sun room, complete with casual furniture and many plants. Several cameras sit on the table in the center of the room. "Alright then, unless you have questions, we can get started. Here is your first item to model. You can change in the room off the hall. I will be waiting." I watch you take the little black dress I have handed you and out and into the changing room. I smile, knowing the cameras are watching you.
 
I walk inside your beautiful home, swaying my hips just a tad as I walk through, knowing how much my teasing drives you crazy. A little playful attitude never hurt anyone. I look around the place, amazed by the appearance around me. Of course, now with your arm around my shoulder, you guide me through the hall and into the large sun room. "Hm, no questions Henry." I say gladly as you hand me over a little black dress. I looked at it and wondered just how I was to fit in this thing.

And so, I get into the changing room and began to discard my articles of clothing. My top went out first and then my tight jeans, which in the process of taking them off, I needed to bend over, unknowing that so many cameras were already watching me. Then, slipping into the tight dress, I could see that it exageratted every curve in my body. Posing in front of a mirror, I could see my breasts practically spilling out and the underside of my ass showing itself just slightly.

"Okay" I exclaim "I'm ready."
 
Watching you exit the changing room and enter the sun room is an erotic experience. The dress barely contains you, and I smile broadly. "Very good Ellie," I comment, taking up a camera, "why don't you stand over by the fountain. I follow you to the fountain and watch you pose awkwardly. I click a few shots. "Smile" Click, click. "Twist towards me." click, click. "Lean towards me." click, click. "Hmm, wait, your dress needs adjusting," I say, walking over to you. I grab the hem and pull it down a little, my fingertips brushing the cheeks of your ass. I pull the collar slightly, exposing your breasts even more, the shading at the edge of your nipples almost showing. As I back up to get the camera, I say, "Pout for me." click, click. "Good, good, now have a seat in the chair." I watch you sit down, the skirt rising up. click, click. You move to cross your legs and I snap a pic, a lovely up dress. "Head back, arch your back." Your breasts look like they will explode from the dress any second. click, click, click "Good, good," I complement you. I see you relax and smile. Grabbing a sheer white dress, I hold it to you, saying, "Next."
 
"Very good Ellie, why don't you stand over by the fountain."

And so, I did and so then the photo shoot began. It was a different experience and like in all new things, there needs to be some adjusting. However, I think I need fairly well, leaning over my body at times to strike different poses. I gasped however when I felt you grab my dress and and pull it down, as your fingertips barely touching my ass. Probably due to all this attention but for a second, I was almost positive that you were just going to go ahead and grab. Perhaps, as you pulled on the collar of my dress, I was actually hoping for something like that. Wait - no. No way.

And so, as we were done with the shoot, I eagerly took the white dress and returned to the changing room. Once more, I stripped myself of all clothing and slipped it on. Time for take two, it would seem.
 
When you enter the sun room in the white dress, I ponder who is teasing who. The fabric is sheer. Your nipples and the shadow of your pubic hair are visible. You have clearly chosen not wear any underwear. "Hmmm, very nice," I compliment you, "go stand by the wall." click, click. "stretch your arms overhead'" click, click. "Now just sort of twirl around a bit" clickclickclickckick. "Lean against the fountain, Good." click click click. "Hold on," I say, walking over to you, dipping my hand in the fountain and sprinkling your chest with water. I splash you repeatedly, until the fabric has become transparent. "Gooood," I say. clickclickclickclick. "One small adjustment," I explain. I reach over and flick my fingertips over your nipples, and am rewarded as they harden and tent the fabric. "Perfect," I smile. clickclickclickclick.

I step back and can see the arousal on your face and on your body. I reach over and grab some lingerie, very small, very sheer, and smile at you, "Next."
 
The rest of the photo shoot was fairly normal until the water fountain. "H-Hey!" I exclaim as I feel the splash of the cold water, though you obviously don't mind my reaction. After a few more photos, I was getting the hang of things - at least I thought so. I gasped and watched as your fingers then came to my nipples and flicked them, over and over until they grew painfully hard.

"Perfect." you say as I stood there baffled...and perhaps a bit excited. My parents had no idea what I was going through at this very moment and that just seemed to add more into it.

Next up; the lingerie. I put them on and view myself on the mirror and saw that this article of clothing was so much more scandalous. My breasts stretched the fabric to the point that I thought it was going to break. I turned around and saw that it left nothing to the imagination when it came to my lower half. Then...I thought of the reaction that it would surely get from you. Hm...


"Ready!" I repeat as I head out of the changing room.
 
"Oh my," I breathe as you enter the sun room. My cock has been hard for some time now and seeing you in lingerie which screams "Fuck Me!" only makes it worse. I manage to say, "OK, how about you stand near those ferns, hands on hips." You turn to move and the sight of your nearly naked ass takes my breath away. You pose for me. click, click. "Turn to the side." click click "Hands on your cheeks." click, click. Chuckling, "I meant your face." click, click. "Good, now turn around." click, click. "Stick your butt out." click click "Good, slide your arms down your legs." click click.

I watch in amazement as you take every directive and am curious as to how far you will go. "OK Ellie, now have seat in that chair. Face me." click click. "Now spread your legs for me. Don't worry. you are covered." And you do! Click click. "OK, now clasp your hand in your lap and straighten your arms. Yes, press your breasts together. Perfect!" click click click "Now lean back in your chair and place one hand on your breast." click click click "And one hand on your thigh. Higher." click click click "Couple quick adjustments," I say as I approach you. I take one hand and gently pinch each nipple, taking my time. I can see the effect it has on you and decide to push my luck. I reach down to your thong and pull it aside, exposing your pussy. I feel you tremble as I run a finger up and down your furrow, and feel your wetness coat your labia. I step back. clickclickclickclickclick. "Good, now pull down one of the straps on your top." clickclickclick "Now the other one." clickclickclick. "Now, pull it off slowly." I see you hesitate. "Slowly," I say with a bit more authority. You peel the top off. clickclickclickclickclick "Now Ellie, I want you to cup your breasts." clickclickclickclick "Hold that," I say, walking over to you again. My fingers trace down your shoulder to your incredible nipples. I pinch them gently over and over. My cock is throbbing in my pants. "Look up at me." clickclickclickclick
 
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"Oh my,"

I knew that I would get this sort of reaction from you and I smiled in pure satisfaction. The attention that I got from you was more than enough, I found, to make me feel water. And so, I begin with the poses that you demand from me, such as putting my hands on my hips and arching my body for better pictures. The thought of your wandering eyes scanning every inch of my body made me feel somewhat excited. With every flash, it seemed to me that my heart would leap and skip a bit.

Things got different fast though, the moment that I sat on that chair.


"Now spread your legs for me. Don't worry. you are covered."

"Well...okay." I say as I do indeed spread my legs. It felt exposed as I did so, especially as you came closer and began to take photos. Then I pressed my breasts together with my arms, as you came closer and took more and more photos. With every subsequent pose, I felt more and more...dirty. Or naughty somehow. Maybe it was because of my own emotions - I was enjoying this.

"Couple quick adjustments,"


"A-Adjustments?" I nervously ask as you begin to pinch each nipple. "A-Ah!" I exclaim, as your fingers take their time, as you simply focus your gaze onto my breasts, rather than my eyes. Of course, not that it would matter...as my eyes were closed at this point. I did however gasp as you removed my panties, leaving my lower half expose, what with my pussy now in clear view. More and more, with every order, I found myself losing every bit of clothing until I was very much naked.

"Hold that,"

Before I know it, your fingers were at my large nipples again, pinching them over and over. I look up at you, just as you asked, while you continue your onslaught. Eventually, I actually moan as you continue...arching my torso forward as I bring my arms down.
 
I watch you arch your back, thrusting your impossibly gorgeous breasts forward. click click. When you bring your arms down and moan, I step close to you and take another chance. "Lovely Ellie, now place your hands on my pants. Yes, that's it." click click click "Now on my belt." click click "OK, undo the belt." click click. "Perfect, now unbutton my pants. You are doing great." click click click.

I had worn pants with a button down fly, just on the chance. You look up at me as you undo each button, and I keep taking pictures. As you get several buttons open, I hear your take in your breath. I am not wearing any underwear and my cock has come into your view. You look up at me, and I instruct, "Keep unbuttoning." click click click. You undo the last remaining buttons as my pants fall to my ankles. My cock, now freed, is jutting out towards you. click click click I take hot pictures of your face, your huge tits and my cock. Anticipation is killing me.
 
Buttoning down and down...

I followed your orders that is, until I saw that you were clearly not wearing any underwear. My expression was clear, as I gasped in surprise, seeing the head of your throbbing cock. Though, seeing the flashes, it was obvious that you wanted more and more pictures. "Maybe I should go" I thought to myself however, almost as if you sensed my hesitation...


"Keep unbuttoning."

And I did, until your pants fell the floor. Your throbbing shaft was now pointing towards me and I didn't know quite what to do - this was all so strange... Then, I surprised myself as my hand actually went to your hard cock, stroking it a bit.
 
I suck in my breath as your hand takes my cock and starts to stroke it. click click click "Yes Ellie, that is good. Just stroke it like that," I encourage you. click click click. "OK, now come a little closer. Good. Now take my cock and rub the head between your big jugs," I direct. click click click. My cock is dripping pre-cum, leaving a wet track in your cleavage. "Now rub it on one of your nipples. Oh yes, that is good," I continue. click click click click "Now the other one," I say more breathlessly. You look up at me with those beautiful big eyes as you move my cock back and forth over your breasts. click click click click "That's it, rub my cock all over your tits. That's a good girl, soo good," I continue.
 
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I come a little closer, following your orders, as I take your shaft and rub it between my breasts. I see the slick wet trail it left, as if you were marking your territory. This was just so dirty...this couldn't be part of the photo-shoot. Why was I liking this then? I wondered just why I enjoyed this and taking orders from you. I rub the head of your cock onto one of my large, hard nipples, going around in circular motions before I throw my head back. I then look at you and I continued, over and over again.

"Henry?"
I ask "This feel pretty good..."
 
"Now, put it between your boobs. Yes, now press them together. Oh god, yes, just like that." click click click click. "Hold them there, just like that. Look at me," I gasp. My hips are moving slowly, my cock fucking your beautiful mounds. I can see that you are excited. Your hard nipples rub against my hips with each thrust. click click click

"Do you like this Ellie? Does my hard cock feel good fucking your big tits?" I tease. click click click.
 
And so, I grab my breasts and envelop your hard cock in between them - pressing them both together tightly against your shaft, with the head poking out from the cleavage. What was I doing?! I just - I never did this before!

"Oh god, yes, just like that."
click click click click​
.

I look at you as I gasp as well, feeling your hips move in slowly as you fuck my breasts. This was so dirty but...I was enjoying this too. What were you doing to me...? I begin to push harder on my breasts, squeezing your cock more and more as it thrusts between my fat mounds.

"Do you like this Ellie? Does my hard cock feel good fucking your big tits?"
click click click.​

I continue, massaging your shaft with my breasts.

"Y-Yes!" I exclaim "What more do you want to do Henry?"
 
"mmm, she asked for more," I thought greedily. I had never hoped this would turn out soo well. She was incredible. She was servicing my cock and enjoying it. "Mmm, open your mouth Ellie. Take the head of my cock into your mouth," I tell her. I push my cock harder, so that more of it pokes above your tits. I see you look down and then feel the warmth of your mouth on the head of my cock. It would be so easy to blow my load right then and there, but I want to see how far you will go.

"That's it Ellie. Suck my cock." I order softly. I feel suction on the head and your tongue rubbing over the tip. I reach down and take your hands off your breasts. Without your luscious jugs holding me down, I push a little further into your mouth. I reach and take your breasts in my hands, kneeking their softness. My hips move back and forth an inch, my cock sliding between your lips. "Sooo good Ellie," I groan.
 
"Mmm, open your mouth Ellie. Take the head of my cock into your mouth,"
"Okay Henry..."

And so, I begin to take your cock into my mouth, pressing my tits against it so my tongue simply went for the head, licking around it and tasting it. "Mmm" I moan as I continue, enticing you further. This was so dirty and slutty but oh my god, it felt better than anything else in my life. As you take off my hands from my breasts, you push a bit more inside, now more than the modest tip being in my mouth. My tongue swirls around, massaging your throbbing shaft as your hands go to my breasts, kneading them as they overfill your hands.

"Sooo good Ellie," you groan.

I stop for a second and look to you and say...

"Henry...don't you want photos?" I say with a smile "Ooh! How about a video?"
 
My attention is snapped back as you take my cock from your mouth to ask about photos. I reluctantly release your breasts and rising, take the camera again. Aiming at your face, I say, "The video camera is not available. Now please suck my cock." You giggle and open your mouth, taking as much of my cock as you can. click click click click. I groan again as you try to take me deeper, gagging a little and back ing off. click click click. "Play with your tits Ellie. Yes, that's it. Squeeze them hard. Such a gorgeous dirty girl," I taunt. click click click.
I take one hand and run it into your hair, easing you onto my cock again. "Take my cock Ellie, suck it deeper." click click click
 
"The video camera is not available. Now please suck my cock."

A downer but I couldn't help but giggle, seeing how eager you were. I then open my mouth and try to take in as much of your cock but my god, I couldn't take it all. I could try but I was afraid of chocking! I keep going, though gag as I took your length, try again and again. The flashes of the camera only exciting me further... You were with a camera, taking pictures of me sucking your cock!



"Play with your tits Ellie. Yes, that's it. Squeeze them hard. Such a gorgeous dirty girl,"
click click click.​

I squeeze my own breasts, harder with your command. Oh god this felt so good...I was behaving like such an easy slut for your enjoyment! I press them together, jiggled them, making them bounce as my eyes glance up, even though I'm sucking your shaft passionately. The lust in your eyes was unmistakable.
 
The camera is shaking as I take pictures. I know every man on the planet dreams of a slutty sexy girl like you, and you are sucking my cock and playing with your incredible tits. The sound of you gagging on my cock pushes me over the edge. "Ellie," I gasp, as I pull my cock from your mouth, "jerk my cock, stroke it, faster, yess, yesss, Yesss!" Your tits are swaying and shaking as you jerk me. You are looking up at me with big eyes, and I cum hard. The first jet streaking across your face into your blonde hair. You jerk back and the second hits you on the cheek and throat. You keep stroking and spurts of cum splatter your breasts and run down your cleavage. As soon as I can, I take the camera. click click click "Mmmm, Ellie, rub the cum over your face. That's it. Put a finger in your mouth. Uh huh, now rub it into your tits, all over. God that's so hot." click click click click click
 
I was caught in surprise and off guard, as your hot seed splashed all over me. My face and then my breasts, as I throw my head back from my own excitement. This was so dirty...so dirty. What would my parents think?! Henry was my dad's boss - this was so wrong...

I rub it all over me, however. Taking your cum, I rub it all around my breasts as you take more and more pictures. Then my face and then with a finger, I tasted it right in front you. Judging from the camera and your expression, this was pure bliss for absolutely the both of us.

Figuring that I was done, I asked:

"Do...do you think me being dirty is sexy Henry?"
 
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