Miria Hazuki Creampied By Her Photographer

Miria Hazuki had been waiting for this all afternoon. Every time the lens clicked, every new angle his eyes found on her, she felt it under her skin. The studio lights burned hot, shadows crawled across her bare tits, the film in his camera wound forward like it knew exactly what would come next. She kept her legs spread wide on the paper backdrop. Her cunt was already dripping when she hooked two fingers under the edge of her panties and pulled the soaked lace aside. Her photographer said nothing. He just set the camera down and stepped closer, already hard, already reaching for her. Miria grabbed his belt herself and yanked him between her thighs. His cock was thick and hot, pushing past her lips with one rough thrust. She moaned through her teeth as he bottomed out inside her. His hands clamped on her hips hard enough to leave marks. She fucked him back, rocking her weight onto him, milking every inch while the studio clock ticked above them. When his rhythm started to break, she locked her legs around him, keeping him deep. He grunted, shuddered, then unloaded straight into her cunt. Thick cum flooded her hairy folds, so much of it that she felt it leak out around his cock before he’d even finished pumping. Miria bit her lip, breathing hard, sweat cooling on her skin. The camera stayed where he’d dropped it. The roll still had frames left.