Hard sex. BDSM
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– I want to write.
– The toilet's over there.
– I'm afraid to be alone
– Let's go together, I won't leave the camera here, and I don't think they'll steal the rest.
They walked down the corridor towards the hygiene rooms, since the club had just opened, there were no people at all, they had not yet arrived, and the main mass came closer to ten in the evening, when they agreed to leave here.
– The men's room is closed. Can I come with you quickly?
– Come on, but quickly.
– Where are you going, man?
– My wife is pregnant, I have to accompany her.
– Well, if…
They went into the same booth, and Igor took out his camera and turned it on.
– Are you going to shoot here?"
– Yes.
– Just don't have a face.
– On the contrary, I want to capture your face when you pee, and I want to capture emotions and feelings, not thighs. Emotions are more important, and this photo can then be put as a thoughtful lady, and no one will suspect that you were sitting on the sink at that time.
– You're a pervert.
– Yes.
He took a couple of close-ups of her face and eyes and got out of the cab.
– I'll wait there.
They went back to the table, where everything was in its proper place, and, choosing one ball at a time, launched. Natalia's first throw was successful, she hit blindly and knocked down all the balls.
– It was an accident, I can't do it again.
Igor couldn't shoot down even half of what she shot down.
– I will sit down, you bend down and throw the ball, but do not rush, freeze before throwing, my camera can not quickly take focus, then throw.
He sat back down at the table and took aim, starting to catch the moment, and, just in case, launched a series of pictures that he captured at the time of the throw.
This time she knocked down three pins, but it didn't bother her much, she went back to Igor.
– Show me.
– Here
He started switching photos for viewing so that both she and he could view them in slide mode.
– You can see my crack here, and it's even more visible here. Caught the moment. Will you send it to me later after processing?
– Sure, but I'll keep it for myself. My rule is not to delete a photo, it's the same as burning a manuscript. Bad or good, I leave the frame.
– I like it better. I don't need all of them. Although you will send it later, I will choose it myself, and I will delete the unsuccessful ones, in my opinion. I, on the contrary, delete bad photos right away. I want to remember only the good and beautiful ones.
– The philosophy is clear.
– I'm tired of playing, I don't want to quit anymore, stupid game.
– Let's take a couple more pictures, raise the hem of the dress higher, as much as possible, I'll come closer
She picked up the ball and, bending down, with the hem of her dress raised, slowly threw and knocked down almost all the pins except one.
– She's standing so erotically, that's how I'd sit on her.
– There are options.
– Like what?
– Let's go to my place.
– You want to fuck me?
– Not only, first of all I am a photographer.
– Well, in general…
– I won't close the doors, you can leave at any time
– Why don't you close the door so that the neighbors come in and go in a circle? Your idiot friend and the other one already fucked in the hallway, couldn't even satisfy you, just the two of them. Weaklings.
– I live right next door, a five-minute walk, maybe ten. These are not my friends or acquaintances. Although they are more familiar to you than to me, they also work for the same company.
– One's in mine, the other's somewhere else, I don't know where. Let's go to your place. I wasn't interested in it at first, but apart from the one picture you took, it's all shit. Although I haven't looked at the second photo from the bathroom yet.
– At the same time, I'll transfer the files to you, upload them to the cloud or somewhere else, I don't care. It may not fit into your phone, because a single photo can weigh quite a lot there.
Leaving the club, Igor went to the administrator and talked about something, and he brought him one pin, which was chipped at the bottom, but whole on top, and it could not stand steadily.
Igor wanted to give him money, but he did not take it, saying that they would still be disposed of later. And that he recognized him, recognized him as a famous photographer, as opposed to the security guard at the entrance.
They went out into the street, and the weather, which had already been quite cool by the beginning of the evening, was now quite noticeable.
He had a pin in his hand and, showing it to Natasha, rolled it up in a bag.
From the low temperature and cold, Natalia wanted to go to the toilet.
– I need to pee again.
– Pee." I'll take a picture. Here, sit in front of the moonlight. I want to shoot a jet in the lighting
– Start? You're ready
– Yes.
He had started a new series of images, and now he was changing positions and angles, getting so close that the raindrops splashed into his hands
– We'll check it out later. It's cold, there's no time to figure it out.
They were quickly in the elevator, walking fast in the cold
– Here's June for you.
– Yes. I thought it would be warm in the morning, so I dressed like this, it was sunny, and people dressed easily. But somehow they were moving fast.
– They wanted to keep warm. It got colder last night. The day before yesterday I was running in shorts, and today my balls are frozen in my trousers. Everyone, let's get out.