My neighbor is a tall, beautiful girl.

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My neighbor is a tall, beautiful girl who usually dresses fashionably and sexily. I often see her wearing sheer, see-through t-shirts and short skirts. One time, I saw her taking a bucket of freshly washed underwear and bras downstairs to dry. After she came upstairs, I couldn't resist turning on the dryer to peek at her underwear. Her underwear was high-waisted, almost sheer with lace trim, and came in black, pink, and white... Her bras were the elegant, lace type... I couldn't resist pretending to collect the laundry and stealing the underwear and bras upstairs to take to myself. He masturbated in her room, his penis encased in her most alluring black high-waisted semi-transparent lace panties. Holding her bra in his other hand, he breathed heavily, thinking of her beautiful figure and face. He was so excited that he ejaculated completely into her panties, finally achieving maximum satisfaction. Since it was his first time doing this, he was inevitably nervous. He quickly put the panties back in their place to dry, thinking about how his penis was intimately attached to the most sensual and mysterious area of this beautiful woman, and he felt incredibly excited.

Afterwards, he felt a strong sense of guilt, but the desire lingered in his heart for a long time, anticipating the next opportunity.

Weekends are always pleasant; everyone is busy with their work, wanting to have a relaxing holiday.

Suddenly the phone rang. It was the receptionist at the front desk telling me that a Ms. Cao wanted to see me. I couldn't remember having a female friend with the surname Cao. Since she was here, I had no choice but to go out and see her.

It turned out she was a saleswoman from an advertising company. Her company handled advertising on buses, and coincidentally, my company was planning advertising for some new products. As she explained the various aspects of bus advertising, I noticed that this young woman did indeed possess an indescribable charm. Underneath her dark, suit-style jacket, she wore a bright red tank top, and a sparkling necklace adorned her fair neck. A rather large jade pendant hung from her chest, its red and green colors particularly eye-catching. Below the pendant, a high bulge indicated that her bust was indeed considerable. Since she was sitting opposite me, I couldn't see her waistline immediately, but from her speech and every gesture, it was clear that she was a rather open-minded girl.

This sparked my conversation, and we chatted until noon. The employees all left work one by one, and I realized it was almost 1 p.m., so I got up and invited her to lunch.

At the restaurant, the setting was different, so the topics of conversation naturally changed. We exchanged our hobbies. She said she had been a model for a while, but later realized her height wasn't ideal and it wouldn't be easy to succeed, so she gave it up and switched to advertising. I said I liked playing with cameras, especially portrait photography, and we hit it off immediately. She offered to be my model that afternoon, saying she was free and if the photos were good, I'd give her a 100-inch enlarged copy.

My camera was at the office, so I left without hesitation.

The car headed towards Danshui.

It was May, and the weather was just starting to get warm.

I arrived at the beach a little past White Sand Bay, where there was a wrecked boat on the beach. I used up two rolls of film on that boat.

She had some modeling training, after all; her poses were quite professional.

I asked her, "Would you dare take some more revealing photos?" She asked me, "How revealing?" I said, "Whatever, as much as you dare to show."

She took off her coat, revealing a red tank top underneath that had no bra straps, making her shoulders look like delicate porcelain.

I noticed the tank top was tight-fitting, clinging tightly to her body.

After taking four or five close-up photos, I suggested she take off her bra. She glanced at me, smiled, reached behind her back, unhooked her clothes, pulled out a thin bra, and put it in her purse. At that moment, two prominent nipples appeared on her chest. I suggested she pull down her neckline a bit, and she did, revealing a rather deep cleavage. I took the photos from above, emphasizing her upturned face and the cleavage.

After three or four photos, she said, "Should I pull it down a little more?" She seemed quite confident in her figure.

I said, "Just take it off."

She said, "No, no rush!" As soon as she said that, I knew something was up. While I was thinking this, she pulled her clothes down a little further, and her nipples were almost completely exposed. She took two more pictures, and I couldn't resist any longer. I stepped forward and pulled her clothes down, and instantly two full breasts were revealed before my eyes. She naturally and quickly pulled her clothes up, saying coquettishly, "Why are you doing this?" The clothes she pulled up didn't actually go back to their original position; you could say she just used her hands to cover her exposed breasts.

But her hands were small and couldn't completely cover them; instead, it looked as if she was supporting them with her hands. Her coquettish expression was even more alluring. I quickly said, "Okay, just like that, don't move."

After I took a picture, she suddenly opened her arms, thrust out her chest, let her clothes wrap around her waist, lifted her head, and looked into the distance. I thought this expression was too affected, so I asked her to turn around and look at my toes. Instead, she squatted down, pulling her miniskirt up to her hips, and supporting her upper body with her arms behind her back, exposing her entire upper body to me. I could vaguely see her black panties under her skirt, and through the transparent material, a few pubic hairs were visible.

Of course, I wouldn't miss such a shot, and I used up an entire roll of film following her movements.

While loading the film, she asked me: "Are you satisfied with the photos?" I said: "It would be better if you took off your clothes underneath, just wearing your jacket."

She did as I said. The small jacket couldn't cover her full breasts. The side view showed a bit of her nipples, making her cleavage even more beautiful. I praised her for being a very natural model and asked her, "Would you dare to shoot a nude scene?" She thought for a moment and replied, "I've never done it before, and I'd love to try, but how can I do it here?" Although I didn't see anyone walking around nearby, there were still a few people fishing in the distance. I thought, why not find a place where it's just the two of us? I said, "Come on, I'll take you to a place where it's just the two of us."

She picked up her purse, buttoned her coat, and got into the car with me. What was under her coat? She wasn't wearing anything. The two low buttons couldn't conceal her firm breasts. While driving, she kept glancing to her right. She didn't ask where we were going, only talking about her past experiences as a model. I wasn't listening at all; I was only thinking about how to teach her poses and take photos that truly captured her unique charm.

We drove to a motel in Danshui, parked the car, and she got out. Only then did I ask her, "Is it okay to take photos here?" She said, "You're already here, why are you asking now?" I smiled, opened the trunk, and took out an 800-watt flash, two tripods, and my beloved Hasselblad camera. I then led her upstairs.

The biggest difference between a motel and a regular hotel lies in the interior design. The room I chose had an ultrasonic bathtub, and the entire bathroom was transparent. The wallpaper and sheets were elegantly patterned in deep colors, which accentuated the woman's fair skin.

I pulled her over and whispered to her, "Take off your clothes now and take a bath to get rid of all the marks left by your clothes."

She nodded silently and went into the bathroom.

I found the power source, plugged in the flash, added a lens hood, and set up the tripod and shutter release for my Hasselblad camera.

Then I turned around and saw her showering through the transparent glass, wearing a shower cap, letting the water from the showerhead continuously wash over her body, water streaming down her nipples like two jets of water.

What surprised me most was that her pubic hair was only a thin strand. The water flowed down her slender waist and gathered at the point where her legs met, making that area even more alluring.

I pulled up a chair and sat down, but I was a little embarrassed to stare at her directly. After all, peeping at someone showering is immoral, and I was afraid she would find out. I took out another small flash from my camera bag, attached a small tripod, and used it as fill light.

While turning the screws, I couldn't help but glance up at her. Just then, she looked right at me too. Our eyes met, and I was completely at a loss for words, feeling as embarrassed as if I'd been caught peeping at someone showering. She simply smiled instead of answering. Luckily, the glass was damp, so I couldn't see clearly.

A few minutes later, she came out wrapped in a large towel. I said, "You touch up your makeup first, then I'll go take a shower."

I went into the bathroom, intending to pull up the plastic curtain, but then I thought, if she's not afraid of me watching, why should I be afraid of her watching? Through the glass, I saw her carefully touching up her makeup in front of the mirror on the wall. Suddenly, a large towel slipped down, revealing her entire back perfectly. This was a common shot in previous photo albums, but on her, it seemed different. The lines formed by her slightly slender shoulders and arms represented the most beautiful moment in a woman's life. From her angled back, only half of her breasts were visible below her arms, which seemed even more alluring than from the front.

Women spend their lives playing the role of beautiful creatures, but youth is the most precious time. How many years can such a captivating figure be maintained? Isn't the purpose of taking photos to record the most memorable beauty in a woman's life? This girl truly deserves to be photographed extensively.

I walked out of the bathroom wearing only underwear, stood behind her, and asked, "Are you done?" She stood up, pulling a large towel with her. I reached out and took the towel away. She took a step back, covering her lower body with her hands. I said, "Your figure is absolutely stunning. The photos will be

incredibly captivating." I moved the sofa to the center and had her lie down at an angle. The spotlight of the large flash was aimed at her almost flawless body. The camera was equipped with a backlight film, and a color temperature paper was added in front of the flash. This would result in different colors in the developed photos. White areas would appear even whiter due to a slight blue tint, and her bright red lips would appear even redder. Moreover, the spotlight would make the entire background pitch black, highlighting the lines of the subject.

I kept praising her figure and skin. Indeed, her plump skin, exquisite figure, and beautiful face were all top-notch. Her tender pink areolas, long legs, and most remarkably, her pubic hair were a beauty not usually seen from the outside.

When she released the large towel just now, I was truly aroused.

However, she seemed very concerned about covering her private parts. I told her that this was to leave precious memories of the most beautiful years of her life, and not to worry too much about conventional thinking. Just like when she did costume shows, she should show her best side and all the gifts bestowed upon her by God.

But she said that she had never been completely naked in front of a man she didn't know very well before, and she was a little scared.

I think the most beautiful look in a woman's eyes is when she's passionately seeking pleasure. It's a look of sexual hunger and a longing for affection. Unfortunately, capturing that look is very difficult. Everyone freezes when facing the camera, and that look immediately disappears. Especially since models don't necessarily feel sexual attraction to the photographer. That's why, in my previous nude photography shoots, I've never been able to get the ideal photos.

As I was shooting, I chatted with her, asking if she had a boyfriend. She said she had just broken up with him, but she didn't feel any regret about losing him because he was a lazy bum. Now, thinking about it, she realized he wasn't worth loving him for over two years.

After talking for a while, she seemed to relax. We photographed from the sofa to the window, and then from the window to the bed. But what I was still dissatisfied with was that her nipples weren't particularly prominent.

While changing the film, I asked her, "Are your nipples always half-retracted like this?" She said shyly, "Sometimes they protrude."

I asked, "When do they protrude?" I knew, of course, that a woman's nipples only protrude in two situations: when it's cold, and during intercourse.

She said, "When I was a model, we used ice cubes to keep them cold."

I opened the refrigerator, and it was completely empty except for two cans of beer, and the beer wasn't even cold.

I said, "We're going to take close-up shots of her breasts later, could you make her nipples more prominent?" She rubbed her nipples with her fingers, but it didn't seem to have any effect. She looked up at me, then looked down again and rubbed her nipples harder. I said, "Maybe I need to rub them for it to work."

She glanced at me shyly, wanting to say something but not saying anything. I stepped forward and stroked her entire breast with my palm. I felt that her breasts were soft yet firm; the feeling of a man touching a woman's full breasts is really hard to describe.

Then I gently rubbed her nipples with my thumb and forefinger. She first looked down at my hand, thrusting her chest forward for me to touch, then naturally placed her hand on the back of my hand. I rubbed her nipples with two fingers, and she suddenly moaned. I looked into her eyes, and she looked at me too. At that moment, I saw the expression I had been waiting for.

I whispered, "Does it feel good?" She nodded, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and became lost in the pleasure of being caressed by a man.

I could feel that both of her nipples were erect, but her desire was still not enough.

I asked her, "Have you ever had sex with your boyfriend before?" She nodded again. I said, "Now, think about how it felt when you had sex before." She didn't answer, but followed my instructions, turning her body over. The spotlight shone on her again and again. This time, she no longer covered her genitals, and I noticed that the pubic hair at the entrance of her vagina was covered with a sticky liquid. Her eyes were filled with thirst.

Suddenly, her mouth moved slightly, and she said, "I...

I

want...

"

I asked her, "What do you want?" She still mumbled as if in a dream, "I... I...

" She didn't answer. Following my instructions, she turned her body, the spotlight shining on her again and again. She was no longer covering her genitals; I noticed sticky fluid clinging to the pubic hair at the entrance. Her eyes were filled with hunger. Suddenly, her lips moved slightly, and she said, "I... I want... " I asked her, "What do you want?" She still mumbled as if in a dream, "I... I..." Meanwhile , she gripped my hand tightly again and again. I released her breasts and said, "Look at me now, think about the pleasure of intercourse. This is your most beautiful moment." I reached out and pressed the shutter button. The flash seemed to jolt her awake from her dream; the expression I had captured for years vanished again. I took two more pictures, walked over to her, and asked, "Want more pictures?" She suddenly hugged my neck and said, "Kiss me." I kissed her, and she pressed her naked body against me, desperately. I was only wearing underwear, and things immediately changed. Her lower abdomen rubbed against my genitals, further arousing my intense lust. Her tongue churned in my mouth like a blender, and her hands slipped inside my vest, caressing my back. I lowered my head and sucked on her breasts, and she moaned even louder. I reached down to the juncture of her legs, which was already overflowing. I touched her vulva, and she pulled down my underwear. I knelt down and put my penis in her mouth. I don't know how long she sucked before spitting it out. I placed her on the sofa and asked, "Do you want more?" She still held onto my lower body, from my navel to my lower abdomen, all the way to my penis, kissing me incessantly, saying repeatedly, "I want it, I want it." I took a step back and said, "Now imagine me penetrating your body, kissing your breasts."

After taking four or five more pictures, she couldn't hold back any longer. She rushed forward and hugged me tightly. Her skin was icy cold, but it quickly became hot in my arms. Her nipples first gently rubbed against my body, then pressed tightly against me.

I picked her up, walked to the bedside, and as I put her down, I pressed myself against her. My penis easily slipped through her labia and entered her vagina. She cried out loudly, hugging me tightly with both arms and wrapping her legs around my calves. Her tongue moved frantically in my mouth, making constant noises.

Her vagina was very slippery with her juices, tightly gripping my penis. I slowly began to thrust, and her vagina would tighten and loosen in rhythm with my thrusts.

I asked her if it felt good. She murmured dreamily, "Yes, it feels so good, faster, faster." I sped up, and she responded by breathing faster. I told her to turn over so I could penetrate her from behind. She supported herself with one hand and frantically rubbed her breasts with the other, then touched my penis as I thrust in and out. I reached into her vagina and found her clitoris. This action drove her almost crazy. I thrust in as deeply as I could again and again, and with each thrust, she screamed.

Then I turned her over again. She lay flat on her back, looking at me with hungry eyes. I pulled up her legs, revealing her genitals completely to me. She seemed unsure how I was going to penetrate her, her eyes filled with doubt. I raised her legs high and penetrated her again. Because her legs were pulled up high, her genitals strained even more. She kept twisting her head and screaming, as if she couldn't withstand the impact on her body. Her breasts swayed as she twisted. She moved, her hands frantically grabbing her breasts one moment and clutching the sheets the next. Her every reaction made me unable to hold back any longer, and I ejaculated, shooting my semen into her uterus. I lowered her legs; she breathed heavily. I saw a stream of white liquid slowly flowing from her vagina. I grabbed two tissues from the dressing table and covered her vulva, but her hands wrapped around my neck again. I pressed myself tightly against her, our tongues entwined once more.

As we walked into the bathroom, embracing, she said, "It's been so long since I've felt like this."

I replied, "Me too."

The ultrasonic bathtub was filled with water. She sprinkled in foaming bath gel, and in a few swipes, layers upon layers of foam filled the tub. We pressed our bodies together, surrounded by the foam.

I didn't know what to say. She didn't speak either, but our hands roamed over each other's bodies. I was thinking, how could we have had such an encounter today? We'd only known each other for a little over four hours since this morning, and we'd already done the most important thing between a man and a woman. How could this develop further? She came to visit to try and get advertising deals. I was already interested in advertising, so it seemed I could agree to her request. But should this game continue? She gently kissed my cheek and asked, "What are you thinking about? Why didn't you react for so long?" When I came to my senses, I realized her small hands were stroking my penis underwater. But because I was thinking about something else, I didn't know how long she had been doing it, but there was still no progress.

I said, "Where did you come from, you little devil, making me dizzy?" She said, "What? You brought me here, how can you call me a devil?" We both laughed, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her passionately again.

Gradually, the water temperature dropped, and I pulled her up, letting go of the showerhead to rinse off the soap. She grabbed the showerhead first, gently rinsing me from back down, then turned to face me, carefully washing my penis again and again. I asked her, "Why are you being so nice to him?" She replied, "He just gave me pleasure!" Then it was my turn to wash her. The strong jet of water hitting my glans produced a strange pleasure. I wanted to aim the water at her clitoris; that should also give her pleasure. I had her sit on the edge of the bathtub, legs spread apart. This time, I could truly see her entire genitals. When I sprayed water at her clitoris, she quickly closed her legs. I asked her, "Don't you feel pleasure?" She said, "I'm afraid I'll fall into the bathtub."

I went behind her and had her lean against me. She grabbed the showerhead and sprayed water on her genitals. I started rubbing her breasts from behind. After a few minutes, she put down the showerhead, stood up, and said, "This is so boring. It just makes it itchy inside."

After drying ourselves off, we went back to bed, embracing each other. We both watched the pornographic film on TV. I asked her, "What do you women feel when you watch this kind of film?" She said, "It depends on the time and place." The film on TV was a Japanese film with sadomasochistic elements. The male protagonist liked to tie up women for sex. The women's cries of pain after being tied up were very tempting to the male protagonist. It seemed that the women were being tortured pitifully, but afterwards, they were very satisfied with this painful pleasure.

She rested her head in the crook of my arm, her hand gently stroking my chest repeatedly. As she watched the scenes on TV, her hand gradually tightened and moved downwards, finally reaching my most sensitive spot.

I tightened my grip on her breasts, and her body began to writhe, pressing closer to me, her thighs covering my lower body. I could feel her rubbing her genitals against my body under the sheets.

I shifted my position to check her expression. She gasped, "It's so itchy inside." I rolled over, sucking on her full breasts while reaching for her vulva. Her previously clean vulva was now overflowing with fluid. I slowly inserted my fingers inside, and she quickly opened her legs. The deeper I went, the louder her moans grew. The more my fingers moved inside her, the more violently she writhed, and the faster she stroked my penis.

Suddenly, she sat up, climbed on top of me, grabbed my penis, and shoved it into her vagina. I thrust upwards, and she cried out, then began to move wildly again, her body moving up and down incessantly. She grabbed my hands and vigorously rubbed her breasts until she was tired.

I pulled her up from the bed and made her stand on the floor facing the mirror. I sat on the edge of the bed first, and then she sat on my lap with her back to me. She naturally inserted my penis into her vagina again.

In the mirror, we both saw an alluring figure, constantly twisting and turning, her breasts rising and falling in waves, with four hands roaming everywhere. Her already full breasts became even more erect, the protruding nipples occasionally hindering my wandering hands.

Beneath her slender waist were sparse pubic hairs, beneath which nestled a hard, erect penis, held between her pink labia. She intermittently opened her eyes to admire her alluring figure, then quickly closed them again, savoring the pleasure of sex.

Once again, she gave me unparalleled pleasure; with each breath, her vagina contracted repeatedly, from my penis to the glans, as if she were sucking it with her mouth.

The screams of a woman being tortured came from the television again, mixed with moans of pleasure. In the reflection in the mirror, we could see on the screen a woman bound hand and foot, hanging face down in the air. The male protagonist was standing and penetrating the woman who was completely suspended in the air. Her breasts were facing down and bound with rope, and her hands were tightly tied behind her back, making it seem as if her breasts were about to fall off. The male protagonist grabbed the woman's spread thighs and penetrated her vagina and anus. The woman could not exert any strength and was completely at the mercy of the male protagonist's thrusting. All she could do was scream.

This sound greatly excited her. She sat up, leaned over the edge of the bed, and wanted me to penetrate her from behind. Her raised buttocks accentuated her vulva. As I vigorously thrust my lower body, I also roughly grabbed her breasts. She kept yelling, "Harder, harder!" I didn't know if she wanted me to penetrate harder or grab harder. I only saw in the mirror her face, which looked like she was in great pain. Naturally, whether I was penetrating or grabbing, I unconsciously used more force.

I pulled both her hands behind her back and held them tightly. At this point, she could only rest her head on the pillow, her eyes turned to the left, her mouth half-open as she gasped for breath, her buttocks still sticking up high. She cried out even louder. I wondered if I should insert it into her anus, but I had never had any experience with anal sex before, and I felt that doing so would be a bit dirty, so I didn't want to insert it into her anus.

Perhaps she was tired of my thrusting in that position, and wanted to turn over. I released her, and we both landed on the sheets at the same time, our bodies still tightly joined. I kissed her back, but it seemed that this wasn't enough to satisfy her needs, so I turned her over again, lifted her buttocks, and bent her knees towards her shoulders. I wrapped my arms around her knees and placed them on her breasts, making her cunt protrude. I thrust deeply all the way in, and she couldn't move. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, so there was another point of contact between us. I sealed both her mouths shut, and I could only feel the pain from her fingernails digging into my back again and again. But the more it hurt, the more I felt the pleasure of conquest. Just as she trembled violently once more, I released my semen for the second time.

After our second passionate encounter, we were both a bit tired. Ignoring her objections, I pulled a cigarette from my pocket and lit it. Unexpectedly, she said, "Can I have one too?" I lit one for her, and we lay on the bed, exhaling smoke rings. It seemed she was a seasoned smoker.

Curious, I asked her, "How did you learn that ability to retract your cigarette?" She said: Back in school, I had a best friend who worked part-time at a well-known brothel. The owner taught them some techniques to make men feel better. When she came back, she told us about it. Although we didn't want to discuss it openly, we secretly practiced it in the shower and in bed. We practiced sucking water in the shower and inserting our fingers into the bed and sucking repeatedly. Later, we learned from our boyfriends that these skills really could make men feel better. Actually, we also felt better because the men were experiencing pleasure.

Later, we also learned some oral sex techniques. At first, it was just for fun, but later we realized that it could bring greater pleasure to both men and women.

My neighbor is a tall, beautiful girl who usually dresses fashionably and sexily. I often see her wearing sheer, see-through t-shirts and short skirts. One time, I saw her taking a bucket of freshly washed underwear and bras downstairs to dry. After she came upstairs, I couldn't resist turning on the dryer to peek at her underwear. Her underwear was high-waisted, almost sheer with lace trim, and came in black, pink, and white... Her bras were the elegant, lace type... I couldn't resist pretending to collect the laundry and stealing the underwear and bras upstairs to take to myself. He masturbated in her room, his penis encased in her most alluring black high-waisted semi-transparent lace panties. Holding her bra in his other hand, he breathed heavily, thinking of her beautiful figure and face. He was so excited that he ejaculated completely into her panties, finally achieving maximum satisfaction. Since it was his first time doing this, he was inevitably nervous. He quickly put the panties back in their place to dry, thinking about how his penis was intimately attached to the most sensual and mysterious area of this beautiful woman, and he felt incredibly excited.

Afterwards, he felt a strong sense of guilt, but the desire lingered in his heart for a long time, anticipating the next opportunity.

Weekends are always pleasant; everyone is busy with their work, wanting to have a relaxing holiday.

Suddenly the phone rang. It was the receptionist at the front desk telling me that a Ms. Cao wanted to see me. I couldn't remember having a female friend with the surname Cao. Since she was here, I had no choice but to go out and see her.

It turned out she was a saleswoman from an advertising company. Her company handled advertising on buses, and coincidentally, my company was planning advertising for some new products. As she explained the various aspects of bus advertising, I noticed that this young woman did indeed possess an indescribable charm. Underneath her dark, suit-style jacket, she wore a bright red tank top, and a sparkling necklace adorned her fair neck. A rather large jade pendant hung from her chest, its red and green colors particularly eye-catching. Below the pendant, a high bulge indicated that her bust was indeed considerable. Since she was sitting opposite me, I couldn't see her waistline immediately, but from her speech and every gesture, it was clear that she was a rather open-minded girl.

This sparked my conversation, and we chatted until noon. The employees all left work one by one, and I realized it was almost 1 p.m., so I got up and invited her to lunch.

At the restaurant, the setting was different, so the topics of conversation naturally changed. We exchanged our hobbies. She said she had been a model for a while, but later realized her height wasn't ideal and it wouldn't be easy to succeed, so she gave it up and switched to advertising. I said I liked playing with cameras, especially portrait photography, and we hit it off immediately. She offered to be my model that afternoon, saying she was free and if the photos were good, I'd give her a 100-inch enlarged copy.

My camera was at the office, so I left without hesitation.

The car headed towards Danshui.

It was May, and the weather was just starting to get warm.

I arrived at the beach a little past White Sand Bay, where there was a wrecked boat on the beach. I used up two rolls of film on that boat.

She had some modeling training, after all; her poses were quite professional.

I asked her, "Would you dare take some more revealing photos?" She asked me, "How revealing?" I said, "Whatever, as much as you dare to show."

She took off her coat, revealing a red tank top underneath that had no bra straps, making her shoulders look like delicate porcelain.

I noticed the tank top was tight-fitting, clinging tightly to her body.

After taking four or five close-up photos, I suggested she take off her bra. She glanced at me, smiled, reached behind her back, unhooked her clothes, pulled out a thin bra, and put it in her purse. At that moment, two prominent nipples appeared on her chest. I suggested she pull down her neckline a bit, and she did, revealing a rather deep cleavage. I took the photos from above, emphasizing her upturned face and the cleavage.

After three or four photos, she said, "Should I pull it down a little more?" She seemed quite confident in her figure.

I said, "Just take it off."

She said, "No, no rush!" As soon as she said that, I knew something was up. While I was thinking this, she pulled her clothes down a little further, and her nipples were almost completely exposed. She took two more pictures, and I couldn't resist any longer. I stepped forward and pulled her clothes down, and instantly two full breasts were revealed before my eyes. She naturally and quickly pulled her clothes up, saying coquettishly, "Why are you doing this?" The clothes she pulled up didn't actually go back to their original position; you could say she just used her hands to cover her exposed breasts.

But her hands were small and couldn't completely cover them; instead, it looked as if she was supporting them with her hands. Her coquettish expression was even more alluring. I quickly said, "Okay, just like that, don't move."

After I took a picture, she suddenly opened her arms, thrust out her chest, let her clothes wrap around her waist, lifted her head, and looked into the distance. I thought this expression was too affected, so I asked her to turn around and look at my toes. Instead, she squatted down, pulling her miniskirt up to her hips, and supporting her upper body with her arms behind her back, exposing her entire upper body to me. I could vaguely see her black panties under her skirt, and through the transparent material, a few pubic hairs were visible.

Of course, I wouldn't miss such a shot, and I used up an entire roll of film following her movements.

While loading the film, she asked me: "Are you satisfied with the photos?" I said: "It would be better if you took off your clothes underneath, just wearing your jacket."

She did as I said. The small jacket couldn't cover her full breasts. The side view showed a bit of her nipples, making her cleavage even more beautiful. I praised her for being a very natural model and asked her, "Would you dare to shoot a nude scene?" She thought for a moment and replied, "I've never done it before, and I'd love to try, but how can I do it here?" Although I didn't see anyone walking around nearby, there were still a few people fishing in the distance. I thought, why not find a place where it's just the two of us? I said, "Come on, I'll take you to a place where it's just the two of us."

She picked up her purse, buttoned her coat, and got into the car with me. What was under her coat? She wasn't wearing anything. The two low buttons couldn't conceal her firm breasts. While driving, she kept glancing to her right. She didn't ask where we were going, only talking about her past experiences as a model. I wasn't listening at all; I was only thinking about how to teach her poses and take photos that truly captured her unique charm.

We drove to a motel in Danshui, parked the car, and she got out. Only then did I ask her, "Is it okay to take photos here?" She said, "You're already here, why are you asking now?" I smiled, opened the trunk, and took out an 800-watt flash, two tripods, and my beloved Hasselblad camera. I then led her upstairs.

The biggest difference between a motel and a regular hotel lies in the interior design. The room I chose had an ultrasonic bathtub, and the entire bathroom was transparent. The wallpaper and sheets were elegantly patterned in deep colors, which accentuated the woman's fair skin.

I pulled her over and whispered to her, "Take off your clothes now and take a bath to get rid of all the marks left by your clothes."

She nodded silently and went into the bathroom.

I found the power source, plugged in the flash, added a lens hood, and set up the tripod and shutter release for my Hasselblad camera.

Then I turned around and saw her showering through the transparent glass, wearing a shower cap, letting the water from the showerhead continuously wash over her body, water streaming down her nipples like two jets of water.

What surprised me most was that her pubic hair was only a thin line. Water trickled down her slender waist, gathering at the point where her legs met, making that area even more alluring.

I pulled up a chair and sat down, but I was a little embarrassed to stare at her directly. After all, peeping at someone showering was immoral, and I was afraid she would find out. I took out another small flash from my camera bag, attached a small tripod, and used it for fill light.

While turning the screw, I couldn't help but glance up at her again. Just then, she was looking at me too. Our eyes met, and I didn't know what to do. I felt as embarrassed as if I had been caught peeping at someone showering. She smiled instead of answering. Fortunately, there was a lot of condensation on the glass, so I couldn't see very clearly.

A few minutes later, she came out wrapped in a large towel. I said, "You touch up your makeup first, then I'll go take a shower.

" I went into the bathroom, intending to pull up the plastic curtain, but then I thought, if she's not afraid of me seeing, why should I be afraid of her seeing? Through the glass, I saw her carefully touching up her makeup in front of the mirror on the wall. Suddenly, the large towel slipped down, revealing her entire back perfectly. This was a common shot in old photo albums, but on her, it seemed different. The lines formed by her slightly slender shoulders and arms represented the most beautiful moment in a woman's life. From her slightly back, only half of her breasts were visible below her arms, which seemed even more alluring than from the front.

Women spend their lives playing the role of beautiful creatures, but youth is the most precious time. How many years can such a captivating figure be maintained? The point of taking a photoshoot is to record a woman's most memorable beauty, and this girl certainly deserves to be photographed extensively.

I walked out of the bathroom wearing only my underwear, stood behind her, and asked, "Are you done?" She stood up, pulling a large towel with her. I reached out and removed the towel. She took a step back, covering her lower body with her hands. I said, "Your figure is absolutely stunning. The photos will be incredibly captivating."

I moved the sofa to the center and had her recline, the spotlight of the large flash pointing at her almost flawless body. The camera was equipped with a backlight film, and a color temperature paper was added in front of the flash, so the developed photos would have different colors. The white areas would appear even whiter due to a slight blue tint, and her bright red lips would appear even redder. Moreover, the spotlight would make the entire background pitch black, highlighting the lines of the subject.

I kept praising her figure and skin. Indeed, her plump skin, exquisite figure, and delicate face were all top-notch. Her tender pink areolas, long legs, and most notably, her pubic hair were a beauty that could not be seen from the outside.

When she let go of the large towel, it truly stirred my heart.

But she seemed very concerned about covering her private parts. I told her that this was to preserve precious memories of the most beautiful years of her life, and not to worry too much about conventional thinking. Just like when she did a costume show, she should show her best side and all the blessings bestowed upon her by God.

But she said she had never been completely naked in front of a man she didn't know very well before, and she was a little scared.

I think the most beautiful look in a woman's eyes is when she's passionately seeking pleasure. It's a look of sexual hunger and a longing for affection. Unfortunately, capturing that look is very difficult. Everyone freezes when facing the camera, and that look immediately disappears. Especially since models don't necessarily feel sexual attraction to the photographer. That's why, in my previous nude photography shoots, I've never been able to get the ideal photos.

As I was shooting, I chatted with her, asking if she had a boyfriend. She said she had just broken up with him, but she didn't feel any regret about losing him because he was a lazy bum. Now, thinking about it, she realized he wasn't worth loving him for over two years.

After talking for a while, she seemed to relax. We photographed from the sofa to the window, and then from the window to the bed. But what I was still dissatisfied with was that her nipples weren't particularly prominent.

While changing the film, I asked her, "Are your nipples always half-retracted like this?" She said shyly, "Sometimes they protrude."

I asked, "When do they protrude?" I knew, of course, that a woman's nipples only protrude in two situations: when it's cold, and during intercourse.

She said, "When I was a model, we used ice cubes to keep them cold."

I opened the refrigerator, and it was completely empty except for two cans of beer, and the beer wasn't even cold.

I said, "We're going to take close-up shots of her breasts later, could you make her nipples more prominent?" She rubbed her nipples with her fingers, but it didn't seem to have any effect. She looked up at me, then looked down again and rubbed her nipples harder. I said, "Maybe I need to rub them for it to work."

She glanced at me shyly, wanting to say something but not saying anything. I stepped forward and stroked her entire breast with my palm. I felt that her breasts were soft yet firm; the feeling of a man touching a woman's full breasts is really hard to describe.

Then I gently rubbed her nipples with my thumb and forefinger. She first looked down at my hand, thrusting her chest forward for me to touch, then naturally placed her hand on the back of my hand. I rubbed her nipples with two fingers, and she suddenly moaned. I looked into her eyes, and she looked at me too. At that moment, I saw the expression I had been waiting for.

I whispered, "Does it feel good?" She nodded, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and became lost in the pleasure of being caressed by a man.

I could feel that both of her nipples were erect, but her desire was still not enough.

I asked her, "Have you ever had sex with your boyfriend before?" She nodded again. I said, "Now, think about how it felt when you had sex before." She didn't answer, but followed my instructions, turning her body over. The spotlight shone on her again and again. This time, she no longer covered her genitals, and I noticed that the pubic hair at the entrance of her vagina was covered with a sticky liquid. Her eyes were filled with thirst.

Suddenly, her mouth moved slightly, and she said, "I...

I

want...

"

I asked her, "What do you want?" She still mumbled as if in a dream, "I... I...

" She didn't answer. Following my instructions, she turned her body over, and the spotlight shone on her again and again. At this point, she no longer covered her genitals, and I noticed that the pubic hair at the entrance of her vagina was covered with sticky liquid. Her eyes were filled with hunger.

Suddenly, her lips moved slightly, and she said, "I...

I

want...

"

I asked her, "What are you thinking about?" She still mumbled as if in a dream, "I...

I

..."

Meanwhile, she gripped my hand tightly again and again.

I released her breasts and said, "Look at me now, think about the pleasure of intercourse, this is your most beautiful moment."

I reached out and pressed the shutter release.

The flash seemed to jolt her from her dream, and that expression I had captured for years vanished.

I took two more pictures, walked to her side, and asked, "Want to take more pictures?" She suddenly hugged my neck and said, "Kiss me."

I kissed her, and she pressed her naked body against me, desperately. I was only wearing underwear, and things immediately changed. Her lower abdomen rubbed against my genitals, further arousing my raging lust. Her tongue churned in my mouth like a blender, and her hands slipped inside my vest, caressing my back. I lowered my head and sucked on her breasts, and she moaned even louder. I reached down to the juncture of her legs, where she was already overflowing with fluid.

I touched her vulva, and she reached down and pulled down my underwear.

I knelt down and put my penis in her mouth.

I don't know how long she sucked before spitting it out. I placed her on the sofa and asked her, "Do you want it?" She still held onto my lower body, from my navel to my abdomen, all the way to my penis, kissing me incessantly, saying, "I want it, I want it."

I took a step back and said, "Now imagine me penetrating your body, kissing your breasts."

After taking four or five more pictures, she couldn't hold back any longer. She stepped forward and hugged me tightly again. Her skin was icy cold, but it quickly became hot when I held her in my arms. Her nipples first gently rubbed against my body, then pressed tightly against me.

I picked her up, walked to the bedside, and as I put her down, I pressed myself against her. My penis easily slipped through her labia and entered her vagina. She cried out loudly, clinging to me with both arms and wrapping her legs around my calves. Her tongue thrashed wildly in my mouth, making constant noises.

Her vagina was incredibly slippery with her juices, tightly gripping my penis. I slowly began to thrust, and her vagina tightened and relaxed in rhythm with my movements.

I asked her if it felt good. She murmured dreamily, "Good, so good, faster, faster." I sped up, and she responded by breathing faster. I told her to turn over so I could penetrate her from behind. She supported herself with one hand and frantically rubbed her breasts with the other, then touched my penis as I thrust in and out. I reached into her vagina and found her clitoris. This action drove her almost crazy. I thrust in as deeply as I could again and again, and with each thrust, she screamed.

Then I turned her over again. She lay flat on her back, looking at me with hungry eyes. I pulled up her legs, revealing her genitals completely to me. She seemed unsure how I was going to penetrate her, her eyes filled with doubt. I raised her legs high and penetrated her again. Because her legs were pulled up high, her genitals strained even more. She kept twisting her head and screaming, as if she couldn't withstand the impact on her body. Her breasts swayed as she twisted. She moved, her hands frantically grabbing her breasts one moment and clutching the sheets the next. Her every reaction made me unable to hold back any longer, and I ejaculated, shooting my semen into her uterus. I lowered her legs; she breathed heavily. I saw a stream of white liquid slowly flowing from her vagina. I grabbed two tissues from the dressing table and covered her vulva, but her hands wrapped around my neck again. I pressed myself tightly against her, our tongues entwined once more.

As we walked into the bathroom, embracing, she said, "It's been so long since I've felt like this."

I replied, "Me too."

The ultrasonic bathtub was filled with water. She sprinkled in foaming bath gel, and in a few swipes, layers upon layers of foam filled the tub. We pressed our bodies together, surrounded by the foam.

I didn't know what to say. She didn't speak either, but our hands roamed over each other's bodies. I was thinking, how could we have had such an encounter today? We'd only known each other for a little over four hours since this morning, and we'd already done the most important thing between a man and a woman. How could this develop further? She came to visit to try and get advertising deals. I was already interested in advertising, so it seemed I could agree to her request. But should this game continue? She gently kissed my cheek and asked, "What are you thinking about? Why didn't you react for so long?" When I came to my senses, I realized her small hands were stroking my penis underwater. But because I was thinking about something else, I didn't know how long she had been doing it, but there was still no progress.

I said, "Where did you come from, you little devil, making me dizzy?" She said, "What? You brought me here, how can you call me a devil?" We both laughed, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her passionately again.

Gradually, the water temperature dropped, and I pulled her up, letting go of the showerhead to rinse off the soap. She grabbed the showerhead first, gently rinsing me from back down, then turned to face me, carefully washing my penis again and again. I asked her, "Why are you being so nice to him?" She replied, "He just gave me pleasure!" Then it was my turn to wash her. The strong jet of water hitting my glans produced a strange pleasure. I wanted to aim the water at her clitoris; that should also give her pleasure. I had her sit on the edge of the bathtub, legs spread apart. This time, I could truly see her entire genitals. When I sprayed water at her clitoris, she quickly closed her legs. I asked her, "Don't you feel pleasure?" She said, "I'm afraid I'll fall into the bathtub."

I went behind her and had her lean against me. She grabbed the showerhead and sprayed water on her genitals. I started rubbing her breasts from behind. After a few minutes, she put down the showerhead, stood up, and said, "This is so boring. It just makes it itchy inside."

After drying ourselves off, we went back to bed, embracing each other. We both watched the pornographic film on TV. I asked her, "What do you women feel when you watch this kind of film?" She said, "It depends on the time and place." The film on TV was a Japanese film with sadomasochistic elements. The male protagonist liked to tie up women for sex. The women's cries of pain after being tied up were very tempting to the male protagonist. It seemed that the women were being tortured pitifully, but afterwards, they were very satisfied with this painful pleasure.

She rested her head in the crook of my arm, her hand gently stroking my chest repeatedly. As she watched the scenes on TV, her hand gradually tightened and moved downwards, finally reaching my most sensitive spot.

I tightened my grip on her breasts, and her body began to writhe, pressing closer to me, her thighs covering my lower body. I could feel her rubbing her genitals against my body under the sheets.

I shifted my position to check her expression. She gasped, "It's so itchy inside." I rolled over, sucking on her full breasts while reaching for her vulva. Her previously clean vulva was now overflowing with fluid. I slowly inserted my fingers inside, and she quickly opened her legs. The deeper I went, the louder her moans grew. The more my fingers moved inside her, the more violently she writhed, and the faster she stroked my penis.

Suddenly, she sat up, climbed on top of me, grabbed my penis, and shoved it into her vagina. I thrust upwards, and she cried out, then began to move wildly again, her body moving up and down incessantly. She grabbed my hands and vigorously rubbed her breasts until she was tired. I

pulled her up from the bed and made her stand on the floor facing the mirror. I sat on the edge of the bed first, and then she sat on my lap with her back to me. She naturally shoved my penis into her vagina again.

In the mirror, we saw an alluring figure, constantly writhing, her breasts arching upwards in waves, four hands roaming freely. Her already full breasts became even more erect, the protruding nipples occasionally hindering my wandering hands.

Below her slender waist were sparse pubic hairs, beneath which was a hard, erect penis held between her pink labia. She intermittently opened her eyes to admire her proud figure, then quickly closed them again, savoring the pleasure of sex.

Once again, she gave me unparalleled pleasure. With each breath, her vagina contracted repeatedly, from my penis to the glans, as if she were sucking it with her mouth.

The screams of a woman being tortured came from the television again, mixed with moans of pleasure. In the reflection in the mirror, we could see on the screen a woman bound hand and foot, hanging face down in the air. The male protagonist was standing and penetrating the woman who was completely suspended in the air. Her breasts were facing down and bound with rope, and her hands were tightly tied behind her back, making it seem as if her breasts were about to fall off. The male protagonist grabbed the woman's spread thighs and penetrated her vagina and anus. The woman could not exert any strength and was completely at the mercy of the male protagonist's thrusting. All she could do was scream.

This sound greatly excited her. She sat up, leaned over the edge of the bed, and wanted me to penetrate her from behind. Her raised buttocks accentuated her vulva. As I vigorously thrust my lower body, I also roughly grabbed her breasts. She kept yelling, "Harder, harder!" I didn't know if she wanted me to penetrate harder or grab harder. I only saw in the mirror her face, which looked like she was in great pain. Naturally, whether I was penetrating or grabbing, I unconsciously used more force.

I pulled both her hands behind her back and held them tightly. At this point, she could only rest her head on the pillow, her eyes turned to the left, her mouth half-open as she gasped for breath, her buttocks still sticking up high. She cried out even louder. I wondered if I should insert it into her anus, but I had never had any experience with anal sex before, and I felt that doing so would be a bit dirty, so I didn't want to insert it into her anus.

Perhaps she was tired of my thrusting in that position, and wanted to turn over. I released her, and we both landed on the sheets at the same time, our bodies still tightly joined. I kissed her back, but it seemed that this wasn't enough to satisfy her needs, so I turned her over again, lifted her buttocks, and bent her knees towards her shoulders. I wrapped my arms around her knees and placed them on her breasts, making her cunt protrude. I thrust deeply all the way in, and she couldn't move. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, so there was another point of contact between us. I sealed both her mouths shut, and I could only feel the pain from her fingernails digging into my back again and again. But the more it hurt, the more I felt the pleasure of conquest. Just as she trembled violently once more, I released my semen for the second time.

After our second passionate encounter, we were both a bit tired. Ignoring her objections, I pulled a cigarette from my pocket and lit it. Unexpectedly, she said, "Can I have one too?" I lit one for her, and we lay on the bed, exhaling smoke rings. It seemed she was a seasoned smoker.

Curious, I asked her, "How did you learn that ability to retract your cigarette?" She said: Back in school, I had a best friend who worked part-time at a well-known brothel. The owner taught them some techniques to make men feel better. When she came back, she told us about it. Although we didn't want to discuss it openly, we secretly practiced it in the shower and in bed. We practiced sucking water in the shower and inserting our fingers into the bed and sucking repeatedly. Later, we learned from our boyfriends that these skills really could make men feel better. Actually, we also felt better because the men were experiencing pleasure.

Later, we also learned some oral sex techniques. At first, it was just for fun, but later we realized that it could bring greater pleasure to both men and women.

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