As I walked through her door, there she was, laying on the couch reading a novel. She was wearing a tank top and pair of shorts so tiny they barely could qualify as clothes. When I came into the living room I was greeted with a goddess like smile. Her eyes wandered to something I was holding in my hand.
"And what's that?", she asked in a playful tone.
"Something I bought while I was thinking about you." I lifted it up, a camera, and gazed through it, taking her whole body in frame. "I want you to close your eyes, and play for the camera. Not for me, but for this camera as I take pictures and videos of you and your amazing body."
The look on her face changed to that of pure lust and desire. She bit her lip, placed her book on the table, and closed her eyes. She leaned back, got comfortable, and started to slowly caress herself over her top and skin.
As I watched through the camera my heart pounded as she came to life and played for the camera. I could hear her start to moan as she got more excited. I smiled and could already feel the struggle to contain myself.
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