Afterglow and after-flow

As I pull my cock from Kate’s tight, slick pussy, I fix my eyes on the black leather chair across the desk. In response, it disintegrates into a sleek flow of nanometal, streaming across the carpet like intelligent fluid, slipping over the scattered Polaroids without a ripple. Behind me, the particles coalesce, restructuring, rebuilding itself in perfect silence—reformed, reassembled, ready.

Kate shivers as my girth exits her, tingles of pleasure still radiating from her well-fucked, cum-filled pussy. Spent, she collapses back onto my desk, her body glistening with sweat and sensuality.

I sit, my cock still hard, and feast my eyes on Kate’s spread wide legs as my cum starts to leak from her depths. I’m enticed by the eroticism of it, by the sight of my seed escaping her body. With a thought, I will my cum to remain inside her, and Kate moans again, the aftereffects of her orgasm still coursing through her.

Inspired, I turn my attention to the floating antique cameras. They come together, their edges shifting and coming apart, reforming into a sleek, modern digital camera that flies into my hands. The scattered Polaroids lift from the floor, my desk, flying into the camera and uploading, storing every raw, passionate image within.

I aim the lens at Kate’s body, her heels still perched on the edge of my desk. I start to snap photos, my movements precise and purposeful. Kate reacts to my commands without hesitation, her body a willing canvas for my artistic desires.

“Spread your legs wider, Kate,” I instruct, and she complies, her legs parting to expose more of her glistening, swollen flesh.

“Interlock your wrists and grip your inner thighs,” I command, and she does, her breasts pushing together and rising with her heaving breaths, looking more plump and delicious than ever, her nipples perked, all shine with her sweat.

She arches her back, runs her fingers through her disheveled hair, and pouts her lips, striking pose after pose as I direct her, my voice a low, commanding growl. I circle her like a predator, the camera capturing every angle, every curve, every intimate detail.

I lean in close, the detail of her filled pussy taking over the LCD screen of my camera. “Spread your pussy, Kate. Use two fingers,” I instruct, my voice hoarse with desire. I’ve never spoken such explicit phrases in the real world, but in my domain, there are no barriers, no limits to my wildest desires.

Kate takes my directive, pushing apart her pussy lips, revealing the sea of thick, white cum pooled just below the surface, held in place by my will. Her pink clit peeks out above the pool of cum, a stunningly erotic and enticing image. I click the shutter, capturing the moment, the evidence of our passion.

“More,” I command, and she obliges, spreading wider. Click. “Wider,” I growl, and she pushes her limits, her body opening to me completely. Click. Click. Click.

My artistry matches my desire as I look into her eyes, seeing my own reflection staring back at me. I know she will do anything I say, that her body is mine to pleasure, to be pleasured by.

Combining my carnal desires with my artistic vision, I instruct Kate to take her other hand and scoop out a generous amount of my cum from her pussy, which pools and remains suspended by my will. I capture the image, the camera clicking as she obeys, her fingers glistening with our combined essences.

She brings her cum-coated finger towards her eyes, inspecting it with a mix of awe and curiosity. She examines the way it clings to her fingernail, the consistency and volume of it. “Taste it,” I command, my voice a low growl. She complies eagerly, her tongue licking around her finger, coating it with my cum. I snap photo after photo, capturing the intimate moment as she savors the taste, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. She pulls her finger into her mouth, sucking it clean, swallowing every last drop.

Her lust taking over, she scoops more of my cum from her pussy, letting it fall onto her outstretched tongue. I click the shutter, documenting the erotic scene as she sucks and licks her fingers clean, her moans filling the room. She swallows eagerly, her body trembling with desire as she continues to taste and devour my seed.

Inspired, I will the box beside Kate to open, and a teardrop-shaped vial rises gently, floating down her naked body. The refractions of rainbowed light dance over her curves, highlighting every inch of her glistening skin. The chain wraps itself around her ring finger, where she still holds her pussy open with her forefingers, before finally resting in the pool of her filled pussy. I capture the image, the camera clicking rapidly as the crystal sparkles in the pool of white, held within her pink folds. “I’d print this on billboards,” I tell her, my voice filled with pride and possession.

Kate smiles, her eyes meeting mine with a mix of submission and desire. She sees my cock, still rock hard and ready, and asks, “Can I help you with that?” Her voice is a sultry purr, a promise of more pleasure to come.