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Warm sunbeams danced across the nape of Lila’s neck as she lay supine on the plush velvet chaise lounge, her nude form on full display. The camera lens of her boudoir photographer, Damien, zoomed in to capture every sensual curve of her body from the swell of her ample breasts to the delicate jut of her hipbone.
“That’s it, darling,” Damien cooed, his voice husky with desire. “You’re absolutely ravishing.”
Lila felt a flutter in her belly, a heady mix of nerves and arousal. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this taking such intimate photos to surprise her husband Jack for their anniversary. But something about Damien’s magnetic gaze and roguish charm had her completely swept up.
As Damien continued snapping away, he inched closer, letting his fingertips graze the soft plane of her inner thigh. Lila’s breath hitched. This was crossing a line. She needed to put a stop to it before things went too far…
But it was already too late. Damien’s lips were on her breast now, his talented mouth and hands working to drive her wild with pleasure. Moans spilled from her lips as he took her to heights she’d never known, making her forget all about her marriage vows.
Afterwards, Damien pulled out with a wink. “I’ll edit these photos nicely for you, beautiful. I’m sure your husband will love them. But I left you both a little parting gift hope he likes pie. Enjoy!”
Lila could only lay there, trembling and spent, as Damien gathered his equipment and sauntered out. A chill rippled down her spine. What had she just done? And what exactly was he talking about, “I hope he likes pie”…?
She got up and tossed her robe on, and then she felt it his warm cum oozing out of her, down her legs. That’s when it hit her.
