Ready for my close-ups, Mr. DeMille.
Posing
“Tada!”
You laugh.
“Am I everything you hoped for, little man?”
He nod furiously.
“You’re so damn hot!”
You almost blush as you start posing.
“You’re a tits or an ass man, buddy?”
“I… uh… it’s…”
You giggle.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get to see both, but where do we start?”
“A… ass, please?”
“Thought so.”
You turn your back on him and bend over.
Your panties don’t do much to cover your ass and he furiously takes pictures of his favourite body part of yours.
You turn round, put your hand behind your neck and push out your breasts in their C-cups. His mouth falls open as he keeps taking pictures.
“Changed your mind, little one? You you like them better than my ass?”
He stammers…
“Alright alright, don't have to make up your mind yet, I’m sure you'll send a lot of time wanking to them both, am I right?”
He nods.
“And this even more!”
You sit down on the lawn and spread your legs to him. Start rubbing your pussy though the thin fabric. It’s probably making some wet spot down there.
He's fiddling with his phone, taking pictures and finally looks at you like a puppy.
“Could you… could you take them off?”
You laugh.
“You’re getting feisty, little man...”
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