Delicious Mom 2

Samir needed her to stop doubting herself and wholeheartedly become his model. She must trust him and his 'professional' advice if he ever wanted to make her and the bitch standing on the side with Jenny's cheongsam his personal fuck toys.

He stepped closer, the camera's lens gleaming crimson as he lifted it slightly. "Nonsense, Jenny," he murmured, his voice dripping with manufactured sincerity. "You're radiant. Natural beauty shouldn't be hidden. It's art... pure expression." His gaze lingered pointedly on the blouse's strained buttons.

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"Look at this, you look like every guy's dream. Think how happy your husband would be when he sees his beautiful wife." Samir sugar-coated his perverted thoughts to the best of his ability. Trying his best not to pounce on the huge tits and bite them all over.

The camera, meanwhile, hummed with some mysterious energy. This was the first time Samir was looking at photos himself, and he had to admit. They look amazing, better than any camera he has ever seen.

Photos capture the moment in time, but these looked....real. Like the photos actually captured the subject and the essence in it.

Samir stared at the small screen on the camera's back. Every pixel shimmered with impossible depth. Jenny's flushed skin looked warm enough to touch, her sweat beads glistening like tiny diamonds.

But there was no slot for a memory card. When he flipped the camera around, how the fuck were photos even stored?

And he could swear on his dead mother that the camera was retro. There should not be a screen at all; it should have used negative films.

Even if the hypnosis technology was not enough, the camera itself was changing with Samir's thoughts. His needs are captured and converted by the camera. Influencing the damn reality itself.

For a second, he was scared of the smooth and cold object in his hand. But soon Jenny and Emily's meaty bodies took over his mind, and he decided to 'fuck it and just go with it'. Whether he will regret this or not, only time will tell.

For now, the only guy being tortured here was stuck on the other side of the door.

"The photos do look good, they are..uhh magical..in a way" Jenny too pondered over the magnificent quality. Inching closer to Samir. brushing her warm, meaty tits on his arm.

"Here, let me take another photo", Samir said, taking the opportunity to get as much wank materiel as possible. Well, he had to think far ahead now.

Just as he was about to ask for a suggestive and sexual pose, Allie made a little gasp and said, "Jenny, your panties...they are visible. Very clearly," She pointed at her fat ass.

The moment Allie pointed it out, Jenny’s hands flew to the back of her skirt with a gasp. "Oh God, they are showing!" Her fingers fumbled at the hem, but the pleated fabric kept riding up with every shift of her hips. The pale white panties now damp with sweat clung to the curve of her ass, her fat pussy lips outlined glaringly obvious through the thin material.

Samir’s grip tightened around the camera. The sight was better than anything he’d imagined. Jenny’s thighs squeezed together instinctively, but that only made it worse; the fabric stretched tighter, the seam digging into her flesh. A bead of sweat rolled down the inside of her thigh, and Samir’s mouth went dry.

He felt like a thirsty guy in the middle of a desert, and that bead of sweat was the oasis he was always searching for. IF only he could just gobble up those plump, juicy lips right now...

Wait, an idea.

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A/N: I wanted to thank readers for following the story and leaving comments! Always a nice motivation. The updates may be delayed, but they will definitely come.