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Click, Click, Click

Click, Click, Click

Waiting for the photos to be exposed
Click, click, click.

Through the camera lens he watches, as the clicking flicks by, endless photos taken.

A smile on her lips, full and lush, the promises that wait is bound to be oh so sweet.

Her naked body exposed to him; his erection pushing against his jeans at the sight of her.

Can anyone blame him? Look at her! She’s young, tender, pure and waiting for him.

Click, click, click.

The photos are taken. His talent to get the right angles of her lovely body is perfect.

It’s why she wanted him, a stranger he, maybe, but he made promises no one else could.

She came in with an open mind, him with an excited one.

How did he get so lucky to take the photos of the one and only beauty queen we all love?

Because his name is popular with the stars in Hollywood.

She can only settle for the best, the rest can’t please.

“Turn around for me please,” he speaks.

Click, click, click….

More photos are taken.

She can’t help any more. She beckons him to her.

He complies, so willing to please.

“Drop to your knees,” she teases.

He does with ease, removing his jeans.

The power she beholds, she smiles and purrs.

He enters her, having her, taking her.

Click, click, click.

More photos are taken.

These are just for him.

Such a wonderful treat, he dives in,

Again, and again.

Her moan mixed with the click, click, click is all he needs.

He tightens, and releases as she joins.

Such a sweet release for them both.

Click, click, click,

The job is never done.
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