Camera Shy

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"Just lift that up a little. Only what you wanna show. Yeah, atta girl. That's perfect."

It started ever since you plopped yourself in his lap, and Joel hasn't been able to resist himself. He also refused to keep his hands in one place. They're on the back of your neck, pulling you down for your lips to meet his. They're rubbing down your back and squeezing his favorite softer parts. Soon enough one of those hands snuck over to his bedside table to snatch his digital camera.

"Please baby," he murmurs down in your ear. Gruff, raspy. His thumb hovers over the power button. "Always wanna look at how pretty you are begging in my lap like this. How pretty you are all the damn time."

You intentionally hide your bashful cheeks from him and the camera lens. He knows what to say and how to say so you melt like butter and turn to putty in his arms.

"Only if you're in them too."

Though he could sense the underlying insecurities floating up to the surface, he stops them in their tracks and gives you a reality check.

"Okay, sweet thing. It's okay. S'nothing wrong with you, sweetie. Only show the camera what you want to."

Now, he's gently pulling your hips down to grind up and down his bare aching length. Both your clothes stay lazily strung on, only what was necessary exposed. His zipper was yanked down, camera glued to his palm. Mouth agape whenever you pressed harder down on his tip.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck don't move. Stay just like that," he says in a hurry as his mouth waters at the sight before him. The head of his cock squished against you, with your lacey white panties shoved to the side with half his shaft poking out from his jeans. It was a no brainer that it would be a beautiful shot, one that he'd go back to revisit whenever he spent afternoons with only his hand.

Your hair falls in your face from looking down as he snaps a couple photos. His thumb hooks to the inside of your shirt, ever so slightly lifting it up to reveal more of your skin to him and his camera.

"This okay, baby?"

A nod.

He smooths the same thumb in circles by your hip bone, marveling at his upcoming spank bank portfolio. Once he's satisfied his eager teasing comes to a stop as he marks a trail of kisses down the bone of your jaw.

"Put it in when you're ready, baby. Nice and slow."

The thick tip was intimidating to first sink down on, but Joel doesn't seem to mind. He captures several more images of you spreading yourself and welcoming him in to the wet warmth he'd both kill and die for.

"That's it. All the way down. Don't wanna miss an inch, now."

He could be lodged in your stomach by this point and it'd only excite you even more.

"Feel good, babygirl? Nice and filled up, huh? Go 'head and move on it." he instructs, aiming the lens right above where he disappears between your lips. You do as you're told, making little figure eights and clenching down to wet his length. "So shy even while I'm inside you, fuck."

Joel captured a couple pictures while your hips were in motion. Sheathing him.

He almost loses it when he starts to see a trail of your evidence left behind on the base of his dick, each and every time you go up and down. He doesn't think twice before zooming in and taking more. Maybe he's greedy. Maybe he's a pervert. But not even a million dollars could take his camera and it's contents away from him.

"Alright now, want you to bounce on it baby girl. Fast and hard. Take all you can."

At the drop of a hat you're following directions, uncaring of the way his denim grazed your thighs with every pump, or the way your panties stretched to the side and made indents onto your skin. Joel is heaving from the moment you started. Hypnotized by the bounce of your chest, he shamelessly indulges himself by turning the flash on then pointing it at your hard nipples arching through your t-shirt.

While you brace yourself to keep up the quick heavy pace with your hips, Joel almost feels himself fall right off the edge. Immediately he's yanking you down to stay buried to the hilt. Your juices have multiplied, mixing so pretty with his. As he catches his breath, he feels you tighten down on him with needy force while you're whining in his ear.

"Shhh, I'm taking care of you babygirl," he promised, sneaking a pointer finger to rub your swollen clit.

Joel bets these visuals alone could give Playboy a run for their money as you drip and tremble when he rubs harder, faster.

"Joel, Joel yes."

"Gonna cum for the camera, baby? Yeah, that's it, fuck on it just like that."

He notes how lazy and wild your rhythm has become, those sounds mixing so poetically right along with his name. Nothing could've prepared him for how hard you squeeze down on him during your long strokes, from top of his tip until you couldn't fit anything more.

As you come down and relax in his arms, your dead weight sprawls out deliciously across him. Granting him even better access to fuck himself up into you. As he braces himself, he makes a last minute decision to heave you up to pull his cock out of you. The girly whimpers you uncontrollably belly out from the sudden emptiness feeds right into his blinding orgasm. He wants so badly to ram his tip all the way inside, fill you up with his children. Admire the way his cum would drip and spill out of you, an innocent girl curled up in his lap stuffing herself with his cock.

But he's on a different mission instead, deciding to play that particular fantasy out a little later.

He doesn't have to stroke himself long before his cum leaks out in long, thick spurts across your pussy and your lower belly. The growls he makes are throaty and deep, almost sounding as if it were out of anguish instead of pleasure. Closing his eyes only a brief moment to right himself, he peels them open again to admire the mess.

Sticky pools of his spend gathered on your skin and spread to your panties. To his surprise, you nod over to the camera and spread yourself wider to get one last lewd shot.

Joel thinks he's passed and gone to heaven as he scrambles to find wherever he dropped it. He keeps his eyes glued to yours until looking down at the little screen. With one last satisfying shot of your bare open legs smeared with his cum, he lies back and tucks your hair behind your ear.

"Did so amazing on me, baby girl. We made a mess," he laughs, feeling some of it spill on the crotch of his denim. You join his laughter and eagerly ask him to show you everything he'd captured.

You get moved to sit sideways in his lap as you both scroll through each and every one. It was clear to see just how excited he'd gotten so fast, his stubborn cock already half filled just seeing you wet and desperate on top of him.

Both of you knew there'd be time for more, and while you discuss your favorites from his little photo album, he wraps his arm around you and shows you the very last photo he'd taken. Both your juices splayed out and combined together on top of you.

"Look at this one, baby. Should be on a dirty poster," he grins. "See? There's no reason to be so shy."

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 16, 2023 ⏰

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