Paparazzi

Lost in ecstasy and bliss, Maggie is paying absolutely no attention to me. I snap a few pictures of her, the joy on her gagged face still obvious. As she reaches climax, her tied up hands scratch at the table as she tries to grab something to hold on to. Her eyes are screwed shut, and I begin to record on her phone. Within seconds, she climaxes. Her tight pussy spasms all around my cock, as she squirts straight up into the air. She is screaming something through the gag as she cums, still squeezing hard around my cock. I set her phone back down, still open, bed pull out of her spawning cunt.

I loosen the gag, and move the ball out of her mouth. Standing beside her, she takes my cock in her mouth, sucking the head of it. “You haven’t came yet, stud. So, where are you going to cum then, huh? My face, my tits, in my mouth? Where, o where baby, will you cum?” She seductively asks in her teasing manner. I smile at her, at the fact she still has no idea what’s actually coming. “Oh, you’ll see soon enough.” I tell her as I untie her from the table. I lead her over to this chandelier-looking piece hanging from the ceiling, and bind her wrists to a bar above her head. She gets excited, her chest heaving up and down, her hair in a tangled mess. I raise her leg up, and bind it to another spot. Good thing she’s so flexible. She’s now barely standing on her one foot, and she spins around like a sex display in a whore house. She beams with joy as she twirls around, her smile scrunching up her nose.

Walking up to her, she spins, grinding her ass on my crotch. I smack her ass, hard, and she squeals. I spin her around, trying to line up my cock with her slit again. Impressively, she lifts herself up, wrapping her free leg around my waist, and gives me a peck on the lips. “There you go, stud.” She says playfully as I enter into her again. Her cunts even hotter this time around, the smooth velvet feel of it being absolutely amazing. I start to kiss around her neck, as she leans back and savors the moment. I grab at her ass, the small but firm feeling of it is actually enjoyable.

I pull back, and she whimpers once again. I sit back in a chair, grab her phone, and start recording again. Not realizing it’s her phone, Maggie twirls around again for the camera. Putting on a show, she tries to shake what little ass she has, and flings her hair back and forth. She gives seductive looks and teases for a moment before she’s ready again. “Are you about done there with your photography. I still need you to fuck me again, and I need you to cum. You’re putting up a tough challenge so far.”

“You know, you still talk a lot for a fuck toy.” I tell her as I put the gag back on her. She rolls her eyes, but obliges. I caress her hips for a moment before grabbing her phone again. “I’m definitely going to need so photographed memory of all of this, for my personal pleasure, you know.” She just slowly wags her ass back and forth, trying to tempt me.