"Ah... how long do you need to knead it for?"

Wang Yaya was a little confused. She didn't expect that photographers could help customers rub their breasts. Is this one of the photographer's jobs?

"Maybe, let's see if your Goddess Peak rises."

The photographer said seriously.

"Then let me try another one?"

The Goddess Peak is the most sensitive part of a woman. The photographer's gentle squeeze almost made Wang Yaya go weak.

"OK."

The photographer loosened his hands holding the goddess peak.

"You are not allowed to look!"

When she found the photographer staring at her, Wang Yaya screamed loudly.

"Okay, don't look, don't look."

The photographer quickly turned around and turned his back to Wang Yaya.

Wang Yaya also turned around, so that her buttocks faced the photographer. Although her back was to the photographer, she was facing the two men who were peeping. Wang Yaya had no idea that anyone was peeping, so she put on her clothes again.

Wearing a sexy suspender belt, the two men almost screamed, because the moment Wang Yaya bent her legs to change into pants, they saw a dark forest with a charming

The red line, but unfortunately the red line is fleeting.

After changing into her sexy panties, Wang Yaya lowered her head and looked even more blushing, because these sexy panties were not so much panties as they were a piece of transparent silk, as if they were not worn at all. They were white.

The places are still white, and the dark places are still pitch black.

"Are you ready? Let's start shooting."

The photographer was urging, his lower body had swelled, and his eyes were always staring at Wang Yaya's buttocks.

"It's so embarrassing."

Wang Yaya turned around and faced the photographer, but her hands were covering her legs.

But even so, she perfectly displayed her goddess-like peaks and buttocks.

"Ah, how beautiful it is. Come on, let go and put your hands on your waist."

The photographer raised his camera.

"Ah... have you really started filming?"

Wang Yaya loosened her hands and put her hands on her waist as requested by the photographer. Her movements seemed very jerky.

But the photographer cheered loudly, and he immediately encouraged Wang Yaya: "Come on, go ahead, strike any pose, walk around, yes, shake your hair, okay..."

At this time, slow rocking music with a strong rhythm sounded in the room. The music seemed to attract Wang Yaya. She began to twist her body to the beat of the music, constantly changing her body shape. The whole room was filled with the waves of her breasts and buttocks.

Wang Yaya's expression became more and more natural, and she didn't care that her naked body was clearly visible to the photographer.

"That's great, that's great. Xiaoya, you are really a genius. Your performance is worse than those celebrities and models. I guarantee that the photos will satisfy you. How about... why not take a few more photos?"

The photographer picked up the camera and kept pressing the shutter.

"Well, let's take the photo."

This time Wang Yaya didn't hesitate at all. She was not only happy, she was simply excited.

"Let's try this again."

The photographer handed Wang Yaya a set of flesh-colored sexy lingerie with a small top. It seemed that this set had more fabric, but when Wang YaYa took it over, she found that the small set was more transparent, and the panties were actually Ding.

~character~ pants, flesh-colored thong ~character~ pants.

"These pants are so embarrassing!"

Wang Yaya screamed loudly.

"It's not embarrassing, it's very sexy. It will be even sexier when you wear it."

The photographer wanted Wang Yaya to immediately put on this sexy and slutty outfit, but he still persuaded her patiently.

"No, my... I have so much hair that I'm not suitable for wearing these thong pants."

Wang Yaya said in a low voice, embarrassed.

"It doesn't matter, why don't you try it on and see if it doesn't look good and I won't take pictures."

"All right."

Wang Yaya, who was in a high mood, could not withstand the photographer's persuasion, and the desire to perform had been aroused in her heart. Even though it was an old slut's thong, she still put it on coquettishly.

"Ah, it's so beautiful!"

The photographer swallowed hard, and a big tent had been set up underneath him.

"Oh, it's so embarrassing. Even I am embarrassed to look at the photos taken."

Wang Yaya covered her face with her hands, but she also discovered from the gaps between her fingers that the photographer's lower body was extremely abnormal. Her heart was beating wildly, and she was so worried that the photographer might have ill intentions.

"Come, you sit on this chaise longue."

It seems that Wang Yaya's worries are unnecessary. The photographer seems to be just a normal physiological reaction of a man. He has been working enthusiastically.

There are many fake props in the photo studio, but the chaise longue is a real chaise longue. The beige satin fabric feels good to the touch. If you lie down on it, you will definitely feel very comfortable and comfortable.

Wang Yaya felt very comfortable. Maybe she was a little tired after standing for a long time. As soon as she lay down on the chaise longue, she stretched out and the two balls of flesh on her chest also swayed a little. She was so charming. Photography

The teacher quickly pressed the shutter button.

The dazzling flash made Wang Yayajiao complain: "Don't take pictures secretly, I'm not ready yet." "Okay, okay, we're starting to shoot now. Come on, raise your chin and bend your beautiful legs."

The photographer began to direct. The first few poses were beautiful but ordinary, but the next ones were not ordinary. The photographer commanded: "Now open your legs and support the goddess peak with your hands."

Wang Yaya felt that this posture was a bit weird, but she only hesitated for half a second, followed the photographer's instructions, spread her legs, and held her fire-making goddess peaks with her hands, her face

She also smiled coquettishly at the camera.

"Kneel down on the chair and raise your buttocks a little higher. Yes, put your face on the chair and raise your buttocks a little higher."

The photographer's requirements are getting higher and higher, his posture is getting more and more slutty, and his breathing is getting thicker and thicker.

"Well, do you really want to be like this? This posture is very erotic..."

Wang Yaya didn't expect that the photographer would ask her to pose in such a seductive pose. This pose can only be achieved by making love with a man.

Wang Yaya glanced at the photographer's high bulge and thought to herself, does this photographer fantasize about me having sex with other men? Does he fantasize about having sex with me? Ah, it seems to be wet, this posture~

The situation is really unbearable.

"That's right. Let all the men go crazy when they see you. Come on, hold your buttocks with both hands."

The photographer was less than one meter away from Wang Yaya's body, and his lens could almost capture Wang Yaya's pores.

"I don't want all men to be crazy, I just want my husband to be crazy... um."

Wang Yaya stretched her hands backwards and pressed them on her round and tender buttocks.

"Oh, you really have a lot of hair. Please don't move and I'll help you tidy it up."

The photographer put down the camera, stepped forward, and unzipped his thin thong pants. What came into view was a closed chrysanthemum door and a crazy peach blossom garden. The peach blossom garden was surrounded by a dense bush of luxuriant flowers.

Surrounded by fragrant grass, the tender pink meat is still clearly visible.

"Ah, what are you doing?"

Wang Yaya's heartbeat quickened.

"Oh, there are some naughty hairs, let me help you tuck them into your groove."

As the photographer explained, he used his fingers to push the scattered luxuriant grass into the moist grooves, and accidentally touched the tender peach petals.

"Ah, don't touch there."

Wang Yaya's whole body trembled, and she almost gave up on this old lady's posture. She thought to herself, did this photographer do it on purpose? I was so embarrassed. This photographer saw everything, and he even touched my place.

It's so itchy.

"No place to touch? Is it here?"

The photographer pinched the pink peach petals with his fingers and asked in confusion.

"Ah...yes, that's right there."

Wang Yaya could no longer kneel firmly. Her legs gave way and she lay down on the imperial concubine chair.

"I'm so sorry. I bumped into it accidentally. I'll pay attention next time."

Wang Yaya said coquettishly: "Is there a next time?"

The photographer scratched his head and smiled sheepishly: "Of course, of course there won't be a next time."

"Then...are we still filming? If not, I'm going to get dressed. My boyfriend will come later, and I don't want him to see it."

Wang Yaya thought of Ma Ergou.

"Of course, this is the last one. Come on, I want to wet your clothes."

The photographer turned around and took a bottle of mineral water.

"Why do you have to get wet?"
To be continued...