She grabs your cock

She stopped briefly, staring me in the eye. There was only one place she hadn't touched yet.

"John, it's time for me to massage you between your legs." She looked at me as if asking for permission.

"Please," I said, wanting her to grab my cock.

She did, with a certain level of aggression. "Mmm, you're quite hard..." She played with my shaft, curling her fingers around it. She pressed down on it, but the erection sprung back, twice as hard as before.

She laughed, then moved to my scrotum. My balls were immediately taken in her hand, and she massaged the skin of my sack.

I groaned with delight.

"Do you like being massaged?"

"Yes, yes. So much."

"Well, let's take photos of your body first." She relaxed her grip, allowing my balls to hang freely again. I was honestly sad she wouldn't keep going.

I nodded, having forgotten about what we were doing. "First?" I repeated. "First photos, and then what?

"You'll see," she chuckled, and started photographing my glistening nudity.