Ahegao On The Lens
The moment Mia stepped into the studio, my cock twitched hard against my jeans. She was a stranger I’d picked up hitchhiking twenty minutes earlier, all long legs, messy black hair, and that wicked little smile that said she knew exactly what kind of trouble she was looking for. Rain hammered the windows of my small downtown photo studio while I locked the door behind us.
“Nice place,” she said, voice low and teasing as she dropped her wet backpack. “You really gonna shoot me like you promised, or was that just a line to get me out of the rain?”
I set the camera on the tripod, heart pounding. “Both. Strip down to the lingerie I gave you. Then we’ll see how far you’re willing to go for the right shots.”
Mia didn’t hesitate. She peeled off her soaked tank top and shorts right there in the middle of the studio, revealing a tiny black lace bra and matching thong that barely covered her shaved pussy. Her tits were full and perky, nipples already stiff against the thin fabric. My mouth went dry.
“Like this?” she asked, turning slowly so I could see the way the thong disappeared between her juicy ass cheeks.
“Fuck yeah. On the stool. Legs open.”
She sat, thighs spreading wide. The explicit heat between her legs was already soaking the lace. I clicked the first shots, the shutter echoing like a heartbeat. My dick throbbed painfully as I watched her fingers trail down her stomach.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered, voice rough.
Mia bit her lip and slid two fingers under the thong, rubbing her swollen clit in slow circles. “Mmm… you’re getting hard just watching a stranger finger her wet pussy, huh?”
“Keep going. I want your real face when you cum.”
Her breath hitched. She pushed the thong aside, exposing her glistening pink folds, and plunged two fingers deep inside with a wet squelch. The camera kept clicking. Her hips rocked, tits bouncing lightly in the bra as she fucked herself faster.
“Oh shit… it feels so good,” she gasped, eyes fluttering. “Are you gonna fuck me after this or just take pictures of my sloppy cunt?”
I couldn’t wait anymore. I dropped the remote, crossed the room in three strides, and yanked her off the stool. Mia laughed breathlessly as I bent her over the velvet chaise, ripping the thong down her thighs. My thick cock sprang free, heavy and leaking precum. I rubbed the fat head along her dripping slit, teasing her clit.
“Beg for it, stranger.”
“Fuck me already,” she moaned, pushing back. “I want that big dick stretching my pussy.”
I slammed in to the hilt in one thrust. Her walls clenched hot and silky around me, juices squirting out around my shaft. Mia cried out, fingers clawing the fabric as I started pounding her hard, balls slapping her clit with every stroke.
“Yes! Harder! Fuck my tight little hole!”
The wet smacking sounds filled the studio. I grabbed a fistful of her dark hair and yanked her head back so the camera on the tripod caught her face perfectly. Her eyes rolled back almost instantly, tongue lolling out as her expression melted into pure ahegao bliss — crossed eyes, flushed cheeks, drool slipping from the corner of her slack mouth while I railed her.
“Goddamn, that’s the face I wanted,” I growled, spanking her jiggling ass. “Look at you, total ahegao slut for a guy you met on the road.”
“More… please… I’m gonna cum so fucking hard,” she slurred, voice broken between moans. Her pussy spasmed wildly, gushing around my cock as the first orgasm ripped through her. I didn’t slow down, just kept hammering that same spot until her legs shook.
I pulled out, spun her around, and shoved her onto her back on the chaise. Mia’s chest heaved, face still frozen in that sexy crossed-eye, tongue-out mess. I climbed between her spread thighs and drove back in, fucking her missionary so I could watch every twitch of her ahegao expression up close.
“Cum inside me,” she begged, nails digging into my shoulders. “Fill this stranger’s pussy with your hot load.”
Her second orgasm hit even harder. Her eyes rolled completely white, tongue hanging further as she squirted all over my stomach and the velvet beneath us. The sight destroyed me. I buried myself deep and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her clenching cunt until it overflowed and dripped down her ass.
We stayed locked together, panting, sweat-slick skin sticking. Slowly her face relaxed into a lazy, satisfied grin, though her eyes still looked a little dazed.
“Best ride I’ve ever hitched,” she whispered, licking her lips. “You got all that on camera, right? I wanna see how much of an ahegao whore I looked like while you wrecked me.”
I kissed her messy mouth, cock still twitching inside her. “Every second. And we’re not done shooting tonight.”
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