The camera felt heavy in my hand. My stepsister, with her brunette hair cascading down her shoulders, nervously adjusted her top. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" she asked, her Latin accent thick with doubt.
"Relax," I said, trying to sound confident. Truth was, my hands were shaking. I'd agreed to take some 'artsy' photos of her for her social media, but the way she was looking at me, all innocent and alluring in that sundress, was doing things to my head. She had these incredible fake tits, subtly showing. Maybe because she wasn't wearing any piercings?
"Maybe a little... less clothes?" I blurted out, the words escaping before I could stop them. Her eyes widened. "What?"
"I mean... for the aesthetic," I stammered, internally cursing myself. She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You're terrible at this." She walked closer, the scent of her perfume filling my nostrils. "But I appreciate the honesty."
She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. "Forget the photos." Then, she whispered, "I want something... more." My breath hitched. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. The sun streamed in, highlighting the curve of her big ass as she turned to face me. This beautiful babe started unbuttoning my shirt. She wrapped her lips around me to give a sensual blowjob that almost made me shoot right then and there. We moved to the bed and she got on all fours. The doggy style felt perfect, her curves bouncing with every thrust. I pulled out and cum on face.
This step fantasy had always been there, unspoken. Now, it was real. And hotter than I could have ever imagined. My POV had shifted from photographer to lover, and I wasn't complaining.
