‘Where do you want me?’ The question seemed to catch the photographer by surprise, and I loved to watch him struggle to decipher its ambiguity. He’d already been thrown off by the view of my nipples pointing at him through the lenses. I could tell he loved watching me and shot him a couple of my killer topless poses. He clicked furiously at the shutter, not wanting to miss a single shot. Realizing the action in his pants, I decided to take it a notch higher. I bent over, with my glorious ass facing away from the camera, giving him a spectacular view of my pussy from behind. I heard a few more clicks coming from his camera, followed by the shuffling of his belt. I let out a soft moan into the wind, in anticipation of what was about to happen, as I felt a light tug on my already wet white panties.
