Wang Yaya was a little confused. She didn't expect that photographers could help customers rub their breasts. Is this one of the photographer's jobs?
"Maybe, let's see if your Goddess Peak rises."
The photographer said seriously.
"Then let me try another one?"
The Goddess Peak is the most sensitive part of a woman. The photographer's gentle squeeze almost made Wang Yaya go weak.
"OK."
The photographer loosened his hands holding the goddess peak.
"You are not allowed to look!"
When she found the photographer staring at her, Wang Yaya screamed loudly.
"Okay, don't look, don't look."
The photographer quickly turned around and turned his back to Wang Yaya.
Wang Yaya also turned around, so that her buttocks faced the photographer. Although her back was to the photographer, she was facing the two men who were peeping. Wang Yaya had no idea that anyone was peeping, so she put on her clothes again.
Wearing a sexy suspender belt, the two men almost screamed, because the moment Wang Yaya bent her legs to change into pants, they saw a dark forest with a charming
The red line, but unfortunately the red line is fleeting.
After changing into her sexy panties, Wang Yaya lowered her head and looked even more blushing, because these sexy panties were not so much panties as they were a piece of transparent silk, as if they were not worn at all. They were white.
The places are still white, and the dark places are still pitch black.
"Are you ready? Let's start shooting."
The photographer was urging, his lower body had swelled, and his eyes were always staring at Wang Yaya's buttocks.
"It's so embarrassing."
Wang Yaya turned around and faced the photographer, but her hands were covering her legs.
But even so, she perfectly displayed her goddess-like peaks and buttocks.
"Ah, how beautiful it is. Come on, let go and put your hands on your waist."
The photographer raised his camera.
"Ah... have you really started filming?"
Wang Yaya loosened her hands and put her hands on her waist as requested by the photographer. Her movements seemed very jerky.
But the photographer cheered loudly, and he immediately encouraged Wang Yaya: "Come on, go ahead, strike any pose, walk around, yes, shake your hair, okay..."
At this time, slow rocking music with a strong rhythm sounded in the room. The music seemed to attract Wang Yaya. She began to twist her body to the beat of the music, constantly changing her body shape. The whole room was filled with the waves of her breasts and buttocks.
Wang Yaya's expression became more and more natural, and she didn't care that her naked body was clearly visible to the photographer.
"That's great, that's great. Xiaoya, you are really a genius. Your performance is worse than those celebrities and models. I guarantee that the photos will satisfy you. How about... why not take a few more photos?"
The photographer picked up the camera and kept pressing the shutter.
"Well, let's take the photo."
This time Wang Yaya didn't hesitate at all. She was not only happy, she was simply excited.
"Let's try this again."
The photographer handed Wang Yaya a set of flesh-colored sexy lingerie with a small top. It seemed that this set had more fabric, but when Wang YaYa took it over, she found that the small set was more transparent, and the panties were actually Ding.
"It's not embarrassing, it's very sexy. It will be even sexier when you wear it."
The photographer wanted Wang Yaya to immediately put on this sexy and slutty outfit, but he still persuaded her patiently.
"No, my... I have so much hair that I'm not suitable for wearing these thong pants."
Wang Yaya said in a low voice, embarrassed.
"It doesn't matter, why don't you try it on and see if it doesn't look good and I won't take pictures."
"All right."
Wang Yaya, who was in a high mood, could not withstand the photographer's persuasion, and the desire to perform had been aroused in her heart. Even though it was an old slut's thong, she still put it on coquettishly.
"Ah, it's so beautiful!"
The photographer swallowed hard, and a big tent had been set up underneath him.
"Oh, it's so embarrassing. Even I am embarrassed to look at the photos taken."
Wang Yaya covered her face with her hands, but she also discovered from the gaps between her fingers that the photographer's lower body was extremely abnormal. Her heart was beating wildly, and she was so worried that the photographer might have ill intentions.
"Come, you sit on this chaise longue."
It seems that Wang Yaya's worries are unnecessary. The photographer seems to be just a normal physiological reaction of a man. He has been working enthusiastically.
There are many fake props in the photo studio, but the chaise longue is a real chaise longue. The beige satin fabric feels good to the touch. If you lie down on it, you will definitely feel very comfortable and comfortable.
Wang Yaya felt very comfortable. Maybe she was a little tired after standing for a long time. As soon as she lay down on the chaise longue, she stretched out and the two balls of flesh on her chest also swayed a little. She was so charming. Photography
The teacher quickly pressed the shutter button.
The dazzling flash made Wang Yayajiao complain: "Don't take pictures secretly, I'm not ready yet." "Okay, okay, we're starting to shoot now. Come on, raise your chin and bend your beautiful legs."
The photographer began to direct. The first few poses were beautiful but ordinary, but the next ones were not ordinary. The photographer commanded: "Now open your legs and support the goddess peak with your hands."
Wang Yaya felt that this posture was a bit weird, but she only hesitated for half a second, followed the photographer's instructions, spread her legs, and held her fire-making goddess peaks with her hands, her face
She also smiled coquettishly at the camera.
"Kneel down on the chair and raise your buttocks a little higher. Yes, put your face on the chair and raise your buttocks a little higher."
The photographer's requirements are getting higher and higher, his posture is getting more and more slutty, and his breathing is getting thicker and thicker.
"Well, do you really want to be like this? This posture is very erotic..."
Wang Yaya didn't expect that the photographer would ask her to pose in such a seductive pose. This pose can only be achieved by making love with a man.
Wang Yaya glanced at the photographer's high bulge and thought to herself, does this photographer fantasize about me having sex with other men? Does he fantasize about having sex with me? Ah, it seems to be wet, this posture~
The situation is really unbearable.
"That's right. Let all the men go crazy when they see you. Come on, hold your buttocks with both hands."
The photographer was less than one meter away from Wang Yaya's body, and his lens could almost capture Wang Yaya's pores.
"I don't want all men to be crazy, I just want my husband to be crazy... um."
Wang Yaya stretched her hands backwards and pressed them on her round and tender buttocks.
"Oh, you really have a lot of hair. Please don't move and I'll help you tidy it up."
The photographer put down the camera, stepped forward, and unzipped his thin thong pants. What came into view was a closed chrysanthemum door and a crazy peach blossom garden. The peach blossom garden was surrounded by a dense bush of luxuriant flowers.
Surrounded by fragrant grass, the tender pink meat is still clearly visible.
"Ah, what are you doing?"
Wang Yaya's heartbeat quickened.
"Oh, there are some naughty hairs, let me help you tuck them into your groove."
As the photographer explained, he used his fingers to push the scattered luxuriant grass into the moist grooves, and accidentally touched the tender peach petals.
"Ah, don't touch there."
Wang Yaya's whole body trembled, and she almost gave up on this old lady's posture. She thought to herself, did this photographer do it on purpose? I was so embarrassed. This photographer saw everything, and he even touched my place.
It's so itchy.
"No place to touch? Is it here?"
The photographer pinched the pink peach petals with his fingers and asked in confusion.
"Ah...yes, that's right there."
Wang Yaya could no longer kneel firmly. Her legs gave way and she lay down on the imperial concubine chair.
"I'm so sorry. I bumped into it accidentally. I'll pay attention next time."
Wang Yaya said coquettishly: "Is there a next time?"
The photographer scratched his head and smiled sheepishly: "Of course, of course there won't be a next time."
"Then...are we still filming? If not, I'm going to get dressed. My boyfriend will come later, and I don't want him to see it."
Wang Yaya thought of Ma Ergou.
"Of course, this is the last one. Come on, I want to wet your clothes."
The photographer turned around and took a bottle of mineral water.
"Why do you have to get wet?"
Wang Yaya was very shy. She already had a vague idea of the photographer's intention.
"Didn't I say before that I wanted to take pictures of your Goddess Peak? I'm going to start taking pictures now." It seems that the photographer will not give up until he achieves his goal.
"Oh, I... don't..."
Wang Yaya said coquettishly.
"Be obedient, your goddess peak is so beautiful. If I don't take this photo, I will regret it for the rest of my life, please." The photographer seemed to have caught Wang Yaya's soft-hearted weakness.
"Okay... okay, will the water be very cold?" Wang Yaya was indeed very soft-hearted.
"It's not cold, I'll pour it slowly," the photographer said, pouring the mineral water on the bottle cap, and then dripping it on Wang Yaya drop by drop.
Wang Yaya Diao~ The strap-on sexy little dress is very transparent to begin with. When it gets wet, it looks like she is not wearing it at all. The thin silk gauze sticks closely to the breasts. The photographer only poured four or five bottles.
After covering the bottle of mineral water, the outlines of Wang Yaya's two goddess peaks were clearly revealed. The two pink goddess peaks were stimulated by the cold water and immediately stood upright. They looked unusual on the small clothes that were close to the body.
Tempting. The photographer licked his dry lips.
"Oh...I'm all wet..."
Wang Yaya's words had a double meaning. As soon as she finished speaking, she felt that her whole body was extremely hot. Pouring cold water on her body not only failed to wake her up, but also burned her desire. She felt that her lower parts were uncontrollably wet.
"Okay, now you touch your own goddess peak, keep touching it, yes...touch it hard."
The photographer quickly pressed the shutter.
"Hmm...is it touched like this?...Well, it feels so uncomfortable!"
Wang Yaya was a little confused. She completely obeyed the photographer's instructions and rubbed her goddess peak vigorously. The goddess peak was distorted due to the force.
"Hey, no, no, you still have to imagine, imagine a strange man touching your goddess peaks with his hands and kissing your goddess peaks."
The photographer quietly took off his belt.
"Oh, you...why did you take off your pants?"
Wang Yaya, whose lust was erupting, saw the photographer taking off her pants. Her heart was beating wildly, as if she had a premonition of what was going to happen. She was ashamed and anxious, and felt a torrent rushing through her body. She was already
This powerful force cannot be stopped.
The photographer explained hesitantly: "The room is too... too hot!"
I don't know if it's muggy or dry.
"Then hurry up and shoot, my boyfriend will be here soon."
Wang Yaya thought that Ma Ergou would be coming soon, maybe he was already on his way here, but for some reason, Wang Yaya not only didn't stop the photographer from teasing him, but also deliberately condoned the photographer's rudeness.
Becoming more and more bold and unbridled.
However, Wang Yaya understood the meaning of presumptuousness from the photographer's lustful eyes. She did not reject the presumptuousness, but found it very exciting. A ridiculous idea quickly grew in her heart.
Thoughts, she longed for the photographer to be more proactive, bold, and even compulsively insult her.
Insult? Oh~ is it rape? Do I long to be raped? No, rape is too humiliating, but why do I get wet when I think about being raped? Wang Yaya, who was confused, was asking and answering herself.
"Ah, your goddess peak is getting bigger and bigger. It's very good. I'll touch it a few more times to warm it up."
When the photographer heard that Wang Yaya's boyfriend was coming, he seemed impatient. The beautiful and sexy woman in front of him was like a duck, a cooked duck. He could make her fly away? He rushed forward.
, hugged Wang Yaya's body and roamed her flat belly vigorously.
"Ah, now I feel like...like I'm being bullied by a strange man."
Wang Yaya kept crossing her legs. Not only did she allow the photographer to touch her body, she also cooperated and grabbed the photographer's hand. While pretending to refuse, she raised her goddess peaks, truly experiencing the feeling of being teased by a strange man.
feeling.
"Yes, slowly you will feel it, and the effect of the photos will be more realistic. Come on, let's continue to experience it."
The photographer pulled away Wang Yaya's hand, opened his big mouth, and took one of the towering goddess peaks into his mouth, sucking and biting like crazy. The other goddess peak was not spared either, and was covered by his big hand.
, kneading hard, the soft breasts turned into strange shapes in the photographer's hands. The only thing that remained unchanged was the red peak of the goddess. Wang Yaya's peak of the goddess was very beautiful and pink, but now
But it has turned bright red, and bright red things are more likely to arouse people's desire.
"Oh, why are you so rude? You won't really molest me, will you?"
Wang Yaya was panting and charming, she didn't know why she said the word "indecent", maybe she wanted to further stimulate the man in front of her.
The photographer noticed that the peak of Wang Yaya's goddess peak was slowly erecting, which was a sign of a woman's passion. He chuckled in a good-natured way and said, "I'm just pretending to molest you and your goddess peak. I'll take pictures later."
It’s more beautiful.”
"Ah...really?"
Wang Yaya deliberately opened her legs, letting the beauty in her flesh-colored thong pants come out.
"Of course...it's true. If you don't believe me, take off your innermost feelings and take a look."
The graceful body, the mysterious area, the winding creek, the dense forest... The photographer's body was burning hopelessly. There was no way, it was indeed getting hotter and hotter, so he could only put on all the clothes on his body.
Take it off.
"Huh? Why did you even take off your panties? What do you want to do?"
Wang Yaya panicked and clamped her open legs again, and her hands protected the important parts of her body, like a poor little lamb. She found that the photographer's big thing was thick and long, a little
None of them are polite.
"Don't worry, I just want to take a few photos with you as a souvenir."
The photographer was laughing, his hands roaming on Wang Yaya's legs.
"Just take a group photo, why do you have to take off your clothes?"
Wang Yaya was very puzzled, her face looked like a smile but not a smile.
"Because I want to take some sex photos with you as a souvenir."
The photographer was grinning. While he was staring at Wang Yaya's thick and dark horns, he gently moved the thick thing. A trace of crystal liquid had already oozed from the head of the big round thing.
"That's not okay. When people come to try on wedding dresses, they are preparing to get married. They can't just have sex with other men."
Wang Yaya shook her head desperately.
"You don't need to actually have sex, I just need to put my brother close to my pussy and take a few photos, okay? Please, Xiaoya." The photographer looked very pitiful.
"You always bully me for being soft-hearted. I...I can promise you, but you are not allowed to send me in!"
Wang Yaya kindly agreed to the photographer's request.
"Okay, it's settled, thank you Xiaoya, long live Xiaoya."
The photographer pressed the limp Wang Yaya under her body, opened the thin belt of her thong pants with her hands, lifted up the thick thing, and aimed it at the pink tender flesh. Unexpectedly, the Taoyuan hole was already wet and slippery There was a "squeak" sound in the mud, and the big thing actually pushed into the head of a big thing. The remaining momentum did not diminish, and it suddenly reached the end of the hole.
"Ah...ah...how did you get in? Didn't you agree not to send me in?"
Wang Yaya cried loudly.
"No...you can't blame me. It's too slippery there. You were careless, careless."
The photographer chuckled.
"Ah... so rough..."
Wang Yaya moaned loudly, her beautiful eyes blurred, and her white jade arms hugged the photographer's neck tightly.
The photographer spread Wang Yaya's raised legs as far as possible, so that the joint of the two of them faced an automatic camera lens. He shouted excitedly: "Look at the camera, pay attention to the camera."
As he spoke, he swayed his waist and began to jerk his abdomen rapidly. Since Taohuayuan was already very wet, the photographer made a "squeaking" sound when thrusting.
"Ah...you...stop it quickly."
Wang Yaya hammered the photographer with all her strength, but the power of her pink fist seemed to be no different from scratching an itch.
"What should I do if I can't stop?"
The photographer smiled. He looked very gentle, much like a gentle high school student.
"Ah... you are lying. My husband is coming soon. I... I want to tell him."
With low sobs and messy hair, Wang Yaya looked so pitiful.
"Then wait until your husband comes."
People can transform, from a gentle high school student to a crazy beast in just a few seconds. At this time, the photographer looked like a beast that smelled blood.
"Well...I want to tell my husband that you raped me..."
Wang Yaya closed her beautiful eyes, imagining that there was a man, a very rude man, who openly and brutally insulted her on the street, ravaged her, and finally raped her.
The bathroom in Moonlight Wedding Photography Salon is very clean and well-ventilated, but no matter how clean or well-ventilated the bathroom is, there is still a smell. No one likes to hang around in the bathroom, not even idiots.
However, there was a person who sat in the bathroom for a long time. This person was Ma Ergou.
Of course, Ma Ergou was not an idiot. The redness and swelling in his balls seemed to be getting worse and worse. Accompanied by bursts of sharp pain, Ma Ergou groaned with difficulty. He regretted it very much. He regretted that he had bad intentions. If he hadn't gone for the theft, he would have done it. How could he be electrocuted?
If he wasn't electrocuted, how could he be injured? The key is where he wasn't injured. But the most important part of a man was injured. Is this retribution? Ma Ergou wanted to cry, but he couldn't. There is no regret in the world. There is no use in taking medicine. Crying is useless.
.
"When you are lucky, even the mountains can't stop you. When you are unlucky, you can't even drink water." At this time, Ma Ergou thought of this old saying. He sighed, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyelids. He found that his
His eyelids twitched again and kept twitching. Could it be that misfortunes never come singly? Ma Ergou muttered.