The Secret Story of Little Fish (4) — Pavilions and Towers, Sisters Returning Home Together (The Wedding Photo Chapter Finale)

The iPad held hundreds of wedding photos in various poses. I looked at them for a long time; the photographer was truly amazing. Not only was he a great photographer, but he was also incredibly skilled in bed, and quite the talker. It seems there's some truth to the saying that great artists are often sexually deviant.
The fourth day was also our team's last day in Sanya. In the morning, everyone checked out of their rooms and took a bus to the Tianya Haijiao scenic area, where we spent two hours taking photos of the last two outfits. After packing our luggage, we called two private cars and arrived at the airport in about ten minutes, ready to fly back to Wuhan.
From the moment we met in the morning until the Tianya Haijiao process was complete, I didn't say a word to the photographer. They all thought I was in a bad mood, and my husband didn't dare to provoke me. So, we dawdled along until we reached the airport. While waiting to board, the photographer secretly handed me a key and an access card. A beeping sound appeared on my phone, and the name of a residential complex appeared. The photographer whispered in my ear, "Bride, no matter what, I want to have sex with you properly. To fulfill my wish. You can choose whether to come or not."
Surprised, we boarded the plane. We arrived at Tianhe Airport in silence. For hours, I was torn. The photographer kept giving me those passionate looks, making me blush. In the end, my mind was filled with images from the videos and our lovemaking these past few days, and I was uncontrollably aroused. While waiting for a taxi, the photographer playfully asked how we were getting there and if we wanted to meet at the wedding planning company to discuss the photos and fees. My husband glanced at me and told me to go with his female assistant, as he had to go to work. I immediately became annoyed, grabbed my assistant, and we drove off. Midway through the trip, my husband called to let me know when he was done and would pick me up. I told him to go about his business and that I'd go home to my parents that night before hanging up. My assistant even asked what was wrong. I looked at her and snapped, "Don't you need to go home and get fare with your husband?" She looked embarrassed, paused for a moment, and then asked if I could go to the wedding planning company alone, as she wanted to go home first.
Goodness, this is terrible, I'm all alone again.
After the taxi exited the airport expressway, I let her get out first. The taxi driver turned around and asked me where I was going next. I hesitated for a moment, then mustered my courage and called the photographer. I wanted to visit his home to see what kind of person he was. Surprisingly, he agreed and gave me the detailed address. I arrived at his apartment complex according to the address, but didn't see him.
"Take out your access card, come in through the east gate, enter through the underground parking entrance, find unit 4, swipe your card to enter the elevator, go up to the 34th floor, yes, the top floor." The photographer directed me in a commanding tone over the phone, and following his instructions, I arrived at his front door.
"Ha, a wedding photo? You got married?" The door opened, and a huge wedding photo immediately caught my eye in the living room. In the photo, the woman was cute and plump, and the man was ridiculously handsome.
Before I came in, I teased him relentlessly, "You want me to have sex with you properly? I'll do it in your house, right on your wife's bed, with your wife watching us, okay?"
He chuckled, and without a word, stripped me naked and threw me onto the bed, then pounced on me like a hungry tiger. A sharp pain shot through my genitals, and looking down, I saw his penis was already inside me. Without any foreplay, this guy started fucking me like a stallion. It went on from 3 pm to 6 pm. He pulled out again and again at the last second, then ejaculated into my mouth. Later, when we were in the bathroom, he asked for sex, and I acquiesced. Time passed, and I felt completely conquered by him. This time, we made love for over three hours. As for how many times he ejaculated, he wasn't afraid of dying, so I didn't bother counting.
"Aren't you afraid your wife will see you when she gets home?" I asked him, watching the sky outside slowly darken.
“If she sees this, I’ll divorce my wife and marry you. I’ll break you up before your wedding ceremony and elope with you,” the photographer said lewdly. I was genuinely moved.
“If I marry you, will you still bring other women home, like today?” I teased him again.
“Of course! Life goes on, so does the hookup! A garden full of springtime is springtime!” Before he finished speaking, the photographer was already licking my breasts, and my face was covered in his semen.
Ah, it seems I really am a slut. I actually like the feeling of being pressed down by his strong body, I like this kind of lewd and erotic flirting. I don’t know why I don’t feel disgusted by his commanding behavior. This time, in no time, he came again. That day, he held me tightly, and I became his perfect secret lover.

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