Camera Ready

The moment I saw her step into my studio, the air thickened with raw want. Lisa, my married neighbor from two doors down, stood there in tight black yoga pants that hugged every curve of her juicy ass and a cropped tank that barely contained her full tits. Sweat from her morning run still glistened on her tanned skin, and the way her nipples poked against the thin fabric made my cock twitch instantly. She was supposed to be here for fitness modeling shots to promote her new online coaching page, but the hungry look in her hazel eyes told me this session was about to get a lot more personal.

"Hey, Mark," she said, voice low and breathy as she set her gym bag down. "Thanks for squeezing me in on short notice. Jake's at work all day, so... no interruptions."

Her wedding ring caught the studio light as she twisted it nervously, but her gaze dropped straight to the growing bulge in my jeans.

"You look fucking incredible," I replied, stepping closer, the scent of her vanilla lotion and fresh sweat hitting me hard. "Those pants are criminal. Ready to get sweaty for the camera?"

Lisa bit her lip, cheeks flushing. "I've been thinking about this all week. Posing for you... alone." She reached out and traced a finger down my chest. "Make it dirty, okay? I need these shots to pop."

We didn't waste time on lights or tripods. I pulled her against me, mouth crashing into hers in a hot, messy kiss. Her tongue flicked mine greedily while my hands slid down to squeeze that firm ass I'd admired over the backyard fence for months. She moaned into my mouth as I ground my hard cock against her thigh.

"God, you're so big," she whispered, palming my dick through my pants. "Jake's never this thick. Fuck, I shouldn't say that... but it's true."

"Show me how bad you want it then," I growled, yanking her tank top up. Her heavy tits spilled free, pink nipples stiff and begging. I sucked one hard, tongue swirling while she arched her back with a sharp gasp.

Within seconds her yoga pants were around her ankles. No panties underneath—just a smooth, shaved pussy already dripping wet. I spun her toward the white backdrop, bending her over the stool I used for seated shots. Her juicy ass popped out perfectly, cheeks spread just enough to show her glistening slit and tight little anus winking at me.

"Like this?" she panted, looking back over her shoulder, eyes glassy with lust. "Take the pictures while you fuck me. I want to see how slutty I look with your cock inside."

I grabbed my camera with one hand, the other guiding my throbbing dick to her entrance. "Smile for the lens, neighbor." I thrust in hard, burying every inch in her tight, soaked pussy. The wet slap of skin echoed through the studio as her walls clenched around me.

"Oh fuck! Yes!" Lisa cried out, pushing back to meet my strokes. "Deeper, Mark. Pound that married pussy."

I snapped photo after photo—her mouth open in a silent scream, tits swinging, my thick cock stretching her lips wide. The shutter clicked wildly while I fucked her harder, my balls smacking her clit with every thrust. She was so wet it ran down her thighs, soaking the stool.

I set the camera on timer, then flipped her onto her back on the soft studio mat, spreading her legs wide. Her fitness-toned body looked incredible—abs flexing, sweat making her skin shine under the lights. I drove back into her, this time slower, grinding my pelvis against her swollen clit.

"Right there... shit, you're hitting my spot," she moaned, nails digging into my shoulders. "I'm gonna cum all over your dick. Don't stop!"

Her pussy spasmed hard, squirting a hot rush that drenched my balls. I kept pounding through her orgasm, watching her eyes roll back, that perfect ahegao face twisting in ecstasy.

"Fill me up," she begged, legs locking around my waist. "Cum inside me. I want to feel it leaking out during my next workout."

I couldn't hold back. With a deep groan I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her married cunt. She milked every drop, her inner muscles fluttering as another smaller orgasm rippled through her.

We collapsed in a sweaty tangle, breathing hard, my softening cock still twitching inside her. Lisa kissed me lazily, then grinned.

"Best fitness shoot ever. Same time next week? I have some new lingerie for the 'recovery' poses."

I laughed, already getting hard again at the thought. "You're on. But next time we start with you on the treadmill... naked."