body, it was her eyes on which he focused; they were large, velvety . . . like a doe’s when it recognizes danger.
Sherona’s eyes were damn near killing him.
“You’re not really afraid, are you?” he asked as he photographed her.
“A little,” she murmured.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of. Just relax,” he said as he took one final shot and removed his camera from the tripod.
“I’m going to take some from above you,” he said, approaching her. He straddled her knees. The motion tightened his shorts over his rigid erection. He noticed those big brown eyes trained on his straining cock and hissed a curse.
“Excuse me?” she asked, looking disoriented. Her cheeks had grown bright pink now. Her lips had deepened in color as well.
“Nothing,” he mumbled, lifting his camera and framing her up. “Do me a favor and lift your hands over your head. Arch your back. Now look at me with those gorgeous brown eyes. Ah,
too
right, Sherona. You’ve got it perfect.”
“Is this when I’m supposed to start being turned on by the fact that I’m a captive?” she asked quietly, looking up at him with the whites of her eyes in full evidence, stretched before him like a delectable sexual feast ready for ravishment.
“I’ll let you decide that.”
He paused when she anxiously licked her lower lip with a quick pink tongue.
“You’re a tease, Sherona Legion.”
“I’m just playing the part.”
“Be careful. You’re playing it so perfectly, I’m starting to believe you,” he said, clicking off photos.
“Maybe you should.”
He paused and lowered his camera. For a few taut seconds, they just studied each other.
“Well, I suppose there’s only one way we’re going to find out if you’re getting turned on or if this is an act. Come up on your knees and spread your thighs. Wide, beautiful.”
He helped her adjust her position, although he only allowed himself the luxury of touching her smooth shoulders to steady her as she rose onto her haunches.
“Go on,” he said in a tight voice as he inspected the bounty before him. Her bound wrists rested between her thighs, her arms next to her body plumping her breasts above the binding material of the tank top until they looked like some kind of ripe, succulent sex fruit.
“Spread your knees. Wider,” he prompted when she did as he said, opening her knees while her ankles and calves remained restrained beneath her resting bottom. He took a decided step back because he suddenly wanted nothing more than to step forward and sink down on that blanket next to her. He lifted his camera.
“Now put your hands behind your head.”
She hesitated, anxiety filtering across her beautiful, perspiration-glazed features. He moved his finger, capturing her reluctance and obvious arousal as she slowly lifted her arms, exposing her stretched naked torso and her spread, pink pussy. Her position forced her back into a slight arch, thrusting forward her large, firm breasts. The evening sunlight gilded her naked skin.
“Lord have mercy,” he muttered as he clicked off photo after photo.
Chapter Five
She had the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen. It appeared vividly pink next to her white thighs, the delicate tissues flushed, the labia lips looking tender and slightly swollen from arousal. His nostrils flared as if he thought he could catch her scent from where he stood. And maybe he could; she was clearly very aroused, and he was nothing if not a primitive animal in those moments, every sense in his body sharp and honed. Moisture gleamed along the tempting slit of her outer sex.
“That’s such a pretty sight, Sherona. Spread your thighs more.”
When she complied without hesitation, he caught a glimpse of her tiny, slick opening with his camera. His cock lurched viciously, as if it had a mind all its own and knew precisely where it was supposed to be—buried fast in Sherona’s tight, hot clasp.
“I think we have our answer,” he murmured as he continued
Sherona’s eyes were damn near killing him.
“You’re not really afraid, are you?” he asked as he photographed her.
“A little,” she murmured.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of. Just relax,” he said as he took one final shot and removed his camera from the tripod.
“I’m going to take some from above you,” he said, approaching her. He straddled her knees. The motion tightened his shorts over his rigid erection. He noticed those big brown eyes trained on his straining cock and hissed a curse.
“Excuse me?” she asked, looking disoriented. Her cheeks had grown bright pink now. Her lips had deepened in color as well.
“Nothing,” he mumbled, lifting his camera and framing her up. “Do me a favor and lift your hands over your head. Arch your back. Now look at me with those gorgeous brown eyes. Ah,
too
right, Sherona. You’ve got it perfect.”
“Is this when I’m supposed to start being turned on by the fact that I’m a captive?” she asked quietly, looking up at him with the whites of her eyes in full evidence, stretched before him like a delectable sexual feast ready for ravishment.
“I’ll let you decide that.”
He paused when she anxiously licked her lower lip with a quick pink tongue.
“You’re a tease, Sherona Legion.”
“I’m just playing the part.”
“Be careful. You’re playing it so perfectly, I’m starting to believe you,” he said, clicking off photos.
“Maybe you should.”
He paused and lowered his camera. For a few taut seconds, they just studied each other.
“Well, I suppose there’s only one way we’re going to find out if you’re getting turned on or if this is an act. Come up on your knees and spread your thighs. Wide, beautiful.”
He helped her adjust her position, although he only allowed himself the luxury of touching her smooth shoulders to steady her as she rose onto her haunches.
“Go on,” he said in a tight voice as he inspected the bounty before him. Her bound wrists rested between her thighs, her arms next to her body plumping her breasts above the binding material of the tank top until they looked like some kind of ripe, succulent sex fruit.
“Spread your knees. Wider,” he prompted when she did as he said, opening her knees while her ankles and calves remained restrained beneath her resting bottom. He took a decided step back because he suddenly wanted nothing more than to step forward and sink down on that blanket next to her. He lifted his camera.
“Now put your hands behind your head.”
She hesitated, anxiety filtering across her beautiful, perspiration-glazed features. He moved his finger, capturing her reluctance and obvious arousal as she slowly lifted her arms, exposing her stretched naked torso and her spread, pink pussy. Her position forced her back into a slight arch, thrusting forward her large, firm breasts. The evening sunlight gilded her naked skin.
“Lord have mercy,” he muttered as he clicked off photo after photo.
Chapter Five
She had the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen. It appeared vividly pink next to her white thighs, the delicate tissues flushed, the labia lips looking tender and slightly swollen from arousal. His nostrils flared as if he thought he could catch her scent from where he stood. And maybe he could; she was clearly very aroused, and he was nothing if not a primitive animal in those moments, every sense in his body sharp and honed. Moisture gleamed along the tempting slit of her outer sex.
“That’s such a pretty sight, Sherona. Spread your thighs more.”
When she complied without hesitation, he caught a glimpse of her tiny, slick opening with his camera. His cock lurched viciously, as if it had a mind all its own and knew precisely where it was supposed to be—buried fast in Sherona’s tight, hot clasp.
“I think we have our answer,” he murmured as he continued
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