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Nate had stowed the camera under the bed after taking several shots of my mostly naked body. He was wildly turned on, his hard outline pushing through the grey and green stripes of his boxer-briefs.
I was horny and dizzy from the flashing light signaling each time he captured me. I had been masturbating for twenty minutes while he watched me from the edge of the bedroom, taking me in from different angles. After my quiet orgasm he crawled over to my splayed pussy and placed my thighs on his shoulders.
His tongue lapped up the remnants of the last one while his index finger stimulated my clit toward the next. I climax so quickly when his mouth is sucking on my cunt…in less than three months he’s learned how to shove me over the edge with only five minutes of flicking. His palm held my lower back as I grinded harder into his gorgeous face. 
This one made me moan loud. We were mega-stoned on chocolaty edibles. I could hear my sounds and which of his exact moves I was reacting to. The orgasm hazily reached into me like a warm blanket wrapping tightly around my body. My vagina pulsed, then widened, and released a stream of wetness onto his lips. I collapsed, groaning for more of him and tugging at the fabric keeping me from his delicious cock. He put his arm around me and kissed my forehead.
I reached into the darkness below the mattress and pulled out the camera. The hand that stroked my breast paused. I kissed him. “I want a photo from my perspective. I promise I won’t get your face.” He kissed me back and tugged on my hardening nipple.

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Nate had stowed the camera under the bed after taking several shots of my mostly naked body. He was wildly turned on, his hard outline pushing through the grey and green stripes of his boxer-briefs.

I was horny and dizzy from the flashing light signaling each time he captured me. I had been masturbating for twenty minutes while he watched me from the edge of the bedroom, taking me in from different angles. After my quiet orgasm he crawled over to my splayed pussy and placed my thighs on his shoulders.

His tongue lapped up the remnants of the last one while his index finger stimulated my clit toward the next. I climax so quickly when his mouth is sucking on my cunt…in less than three months he’s learned how to shove me over the edge with only five minutes of flicking. His palm held my lower back as I grinded harder into his gorgeous face. 

This one made me moan loud. We were mega-stoned on chocolaty edibles. I could hear my sounds and which of his exact moves I was reacting to. The orgasm hazily reached into me like a warm blanket wrapping tightly around my body. My vagina pulsed, then widened, and released a stream of wetness onto his lips. I collapsed, groaning for more of him and tugging at the fabric keeping me from his delicious cock. He put his arm around me and kissed my forehead.

I reached into the darkness below the mattress and pulled out the camera. The hand that stroked my breast paused. I kissed him. “I want a photo from my perspective. I promise I won’t get your face.” He kissed me back and tugged on my hardening nipple.

Oct 11th at 4PM / tagged: nate ruess. photo. story. / reblog / 2 notes
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