Fake-Fuck Shots!

After about a month of these kinds of shots, where he would "pose" with his prick next to my little cunny, ass, or mouth, the rules changed. Suddenly, because of a law-change, or possibly because he had new customers for his pictures, penetration and ejaculation were no longer forbidden.

He worked it up slow though. If he had rushed in, his wife would probably have put her foot down, and the whole photo business with me would have probably ground to a halt. I'm sure that if she had known his eventual aim, she would have stopped him immediately; and maybe even filed for divorce.

He knew that, and very carefully led us both along step by tiny step.
The first of these steps was when he came on me, as we prepared for yet another of those fake-fuck shots.

When his wife was going to wipe up the white splatter on my leg, He stopped her. "It looks more realistic this way," he told her, "as if we really were fucking. It makes the pose look more real, and I can probably get a lot more money for it."

Well, what the heck. She figured that he was already cumming on me almost every time, so what did it hurt, if we took a picture of it?