There is a winner.

Sara stood there, topless, her firm C-cup tits heavy and her nipples rock-hard with rage. She’d just watched her little sister win with Jerome’s hard cock up her ass—and that was out of the question for her. I’m not losing to that little cunt. Never.

“Now it’s my turn,” she hissed, immediately striking the same pose as Svenja. She spread her legs wide apart, bent forward deeply until her tits hung heavily downward, reached back with both hands, and brutally pulled her ass cheeks apart. Her black thong was still wedged between her thighs.

Jan pressed the shutter. Once. Twice. Then he suddenly said, “Stop. That won’t work.”

He pointed at the monitor. Jerome’s huge, stiff cock was clearly visible pressing against Sara’s ass. “That boner is right in the shot. Either we wait until it goes away… or we hide it. But we don’t have time to wait anymore. So either hide it or you lose, Sara.” Sara turned her head, still in the pose, ass spread, and hissed: “Then just hide it, but where?”

Svenja and Lisa whispered briefly behind her. Svenja grinned wickedly and whispered loud enough for Sara to hear: “Between her legs. It fits perfectly there.” Both laughed quietly and lewdly. Sara turned bright red with shame and anger. “Very rude: Now get on with it, you idiot!” she snapped at Jerome.

Jerome shrugged, stepped behind her, and placed his large black hands on her hips. He slid his hard, thick cock—which Svenja had just made nice and stiff with her ass-shaking—with relish between Sara’s wide-spread legs. The thick, hot head pressed directly between her labia, slid slowly through the wet slit, rubbed against her clit, and pressed against her entrance. Only a thin thong remained between cock and pussy.

A loud, stifled moan escaped Sara. She wiggled her ass uncontrollably, pressing herself against the cock; her pussy was already dripping heavily. Just at that moment, Jan had a problem with the camera. “Shit, wait a sec… battery or something…” Jerome pretended he wanted to help: “Should I pull it back a bit?”

He moved his wet, shiny glans slowly, agonizingly slowly, back through Sara’s labia. Millimeter by millimeter, he rubbed against her clit, through the dripping slit, all the way to the back. The slowness was driving Sara crazy. She squirmed, her legs trembled, her asshole clenched convulsively. And then it happened.

The thin black thong slipped to the side. Suddenly, there was nothing left between Jerome’s thick glans and Sara’s wet pussy. Sara snapped at him: “What are you doing?! Get back here, you asshole!” Jerome could feel exactly where his glans was—right in front of her tight, dripping pussy hole. He turned his hips just a tiny bit… and thrust.

With a single, hard thrust, he rammed his huge black cock all the way into Sara’s pussy. “Uuuuhhh…!” Sara gasped. Her eyes widened, her mouth fell open.

Just at that moment, Jan looked up from the camera and shouted enthusiastically, “Stay exactly like that! That’s your winning expression! You look like you’re getting fucked hard!” Only Jerome and Sara knew just how damn true that was.

Sara’s uncontrolled writhing and twitching literally milked Jerome’s cock inside her pussy. Her tight, wet walls massaged him, sucked him in. Jerome didn’t even try to hold back anymore. He gripped her hips tighter, thrust deep one last time, and exploded. Jan immediately began taking photos. Click. Click. Click.

Hot, thick cum shot in long, powerful spurts directly into Sara’s womb. Load after load flooded her pussy, filling her up, already running down her thighs.

At that very moment, Jan took the winning photo: Sara’s face—pure, horny, shocked ecstasy, eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream—while Jerome came behind her, teeth clenched, veins bulging in his neck.

“I won!” Jan shouted. “Sara won the last pose. But only by a hair.”

Sara stood there, still bent over deeply, ass spread wide, Jerome’s cock buried all the way in her twitching, cum-filled pussy. She felt his cum pulsing inside her, spilling out of her and running down her pale thighs.

Lisa just smiled sweetly and innocently from the side.

Perfect, you jealous cunt… you wanted to destroy your sister—and you just let yourself get creampied by a stranger’s cock in front of the camera. Willingly. And that was just the beginning.

Sara was still standing deeply bent over in the pose, ass up, legs spread wide, as Jerome slowly pulled his thick, black cock out of her flooded pussy. A long, thick stream of white cum immediately gushed out of her wide-stretched hole, running in thick, glistening strands over her swollen labia and dripping loudly onto the studio floor. Her asshole twitched rhythmically as if trying to squeeze out even more of the cream.

Jan and Lisa saw it immediately. Both grinned briefly but didn’t say a word. Jan discreetly raised the camera and took several quick, silent shots—close-ups of Sara’s dripping, creampied pussy, showing the foreign cum running out of her in long strands and splashing onto her thighs. Just in case the slut wants a nice souvenir photo in nine months of how she got pregnant, he thought to himself.

Lisa immediately stepped up to Sara with her sweetest smile and placed a hand on her bare, sweaty back.

“Sara! That was just amazing!” she said enthusiastically, giving her a light squeeze. “You really turned your little sister into a hooker. Did you see how she writhed in front of Jerome and wiggled her ass? The photos with the red filter are absolutely killer. Her pussy was so beautifully open and wet… you showed her off perfectly.”

As she spoke, Lisa discreetly handed Sara a small white towel. Sara grabbed it hastily and wiped between her legs as discreetly as possible. Thick clumps of Jerome’s cum were soaked up by the fabric, while fresh loads still oozed from her twitching pussy. She pressed her thighs together, trying to ignore the sensation of the warm, foreign cum in her womb.

Sara didn’t want to admit under any circumstances that Jerome had just really fucked her hard and filled her up. She acted as if nothing had happened.

“Yeah… that was good,” she murmured, still a little out of breath.

Lisa smiled even wider and held out the tablet to her, displaying the photos taken with the red filter. Svenja was completely naked in every picture—legs spread wide, dripping pussy, twitching asshole, tits hanging, her face contorted with lust as Jerome’s big black cock pressed against her.

“Look at your little princess,” Lisa whispered softly and spitefully. “Perfect Svenja… standing there like a cheap white cunt whore, presenting her tight bridal pussy to a stranger’s nigger cock. And she still thinks it’s just a harmless photo shoot.”

Sara stared at the pictures. Her eyes gleamed with sadistic joy. Despite the cum still dripping from her own pussy, the sight of her humiliated sister immediately turned her on again. A wicked smile spread across her face.

“Keep it up,” she said quietly to Lisa. “I want us to drive her even deeper. Much, much deeper.”

The studio was almost empty. Jerome had already left, and Svenja was in the bathroom freshening up. Sara was still sitting on the chair with her legs slightly apart, pressing her thighs together and feeling Jerome’s thick, warm cum slowly oozing out of her pussy and seeping into her black thong.

Lisa walked over to her with her sweetest, most innocent smile and sat down right next to her. Jan stood behind the camera, already tapping away on his tablet.

“Sara, sweetie,” Lisa began softly and confidentially, “let’s quickly go over the next steps before the little princess comes back. I’ll send you two links to your phone right away.”

Jan nodded and held up the tablet.

“First link: The fully censored version for Svenja. Just the harmless pictures—bikini on, pretty poses, nothing showing of open pussies or assholes. Perfect for her romantic wedding photo album.”

“Second link,” Lisa continued, her voice growing a little hornier, “that’s where the real fun begins. All the photos. Uncut. With a red filter. You’ll see your little sister completely naked—pussy spread wide, asshole twitching, tits hanging, feeling Jerome’s hard cock against her slit. And of course your own pictures too… For your own use.”

Sara swallowed, her cheeks flushing.

Lisa grinned wickedly, “You can figure that out yourself. You could make a really hot album out of her photos. Just your pictures—ass spread, pussy and tits, black cock. You could hand that out to the guests later at the wedding reception as a ‘little party gift’… It would be a nice keepsake, wouldn’t it?”

Sara laughed softly and darkly. “You guys are really sick… I like that.”

Just then, Svenja came back from the changing room, beaming and freshly made up. She went straight to her big sister, wrapped her arms around her, and hugged her tight.

“Sara… thank you!” she said sincerely and happily. “That was really a great gift. Even though I lost to my big sister.” She laughed sheepishly. “I really let myself go, didn’t I? But it was so much fun. You’re the best.”

Sara returned the hug, her face a mask of sisterly love, while Jerome’s cum continued to drip out between her legs.

“Always for you, little one,” she whispered sweetly.

Later, on the drive back in the car, the two sisters sat side by side. Svenja was still totally hyped up. With every turn, Sara felt the stranger’s cum slowly seeping from her pussy into her panties. “Hey…” Lisa began curiously at some point, “how’s Fabian’s bachelor party going tomorrow? The guys were acting so mysterious.”

Sara smiled darkly and looked out the window.

“The guys want to give him a private lap dance at a bar. Fabian doesn’t really want that—because he’s engaged now and has to be faithful. That’s why they want to tie him up properly. Tie him to a chair so he can’t get away. And then a real slut will come and give him—a full striptease with a really dirty lap dance. With all the trimmings.”