The advert simply read "Photography Studio" with an address on the fringe of a trendy neighbourhood in the downtown district. She smiled to herself with the thought of doing a private photoshoot. Ever since she saw her older b*****r's "men's magazines", she'd always harboured a secret fantasy to be photographed nude. The thought of doing such a photoshoot, be it innocently nude, or raunchy, hardcore sex, or somewhere in between, didn't really matter. All were, at times, part of the fantasy. She looked at the advert again and felt the dampness between her legs becoming more and more noticable. ... Continue»
Her hair is gonna shine in the light of the desert sun the harsh wind is gonna blow her ribbons of hair around his face as he stands holding her from behind his arms wrapped around her perfect naked body he protects her from the negitivity she has in life for when shes with him nothing matters but the touch of each other the protection she feels is intoxicating but never getting full from her wonder d**g she wakes up alone every night as if he blew away with the sand dirty and ashamed she feels till she takes him her favorite pill again.