JAY’S POV – Teen Athena Faris Creampied by Pervy Photographer
Athena Faris, a nubile 19-year-old blonde bombshell, anxiously twirled a strand of hair around her finger as she sat across from the lecherous photographer who had summoned her to his dimly lit studio for a “casting call.” Little did she know, the lecherous old man had far more sordid intentions than merely capturing her beauty on film.
Attired in an indecently short denim skirt that left little to the imagination, Athena nervously crossed her legs, affording the lascivious lensman a tantalizing glimpse of her creamy thighs. Her sheer white tank top strained against the limits of its fabric, attempting to contain the modest size of her budding breasts. A glittering belly button ring accentuated the rock-hard abdomen of her coquettish eighteen-year-old frame. The pungent musk of her arousal wafted through the stagnant air, betraying her Foi de tener 20 años de vida,sexually inexperienced girl.
The photographer rose from his chair, leering at her like a serpent eyeing a mouse. His beady eyes roved hungrily over her body, undressing her with his gaze as he circled her like a vulture. “Well, well, well… what a delightful little specimen we have here!” he cackled. “I think you’ll photograph nicely, my dear. Now, let’s begin with some simple headshots…”
Athena smiled demurely, posing for the camera. But as the photographer crept closer, the heat of his breath on her neck made her skin crawl. He stepped around behind her, pretending to adjust her hair. “You know, sweetheart, the camera loves a woman with confidence. Why don’t you unbutton your top just a tad… let some of that gorgeous young flesh breathe…”
Timidly, Athena unfastened a single button on her top, allowing it to gape open slightly and reveal more of her cleavage. The mad, bug-eyed glare of the camera bulge in the photographer’s pants caught her eye, and she knew in that instant precisely the sort of “confidence” they were after.
“Good girl,” he purred. “Now c’mere, put your soft young mouth on pops, angel.”
Bleating pathetically in protest, Athena tried to stand, but he grabbed her by the wrists, wrenching her hands behind her back in an iron grip. “No, no, no, you little tease! That’s not how it works. I’ve got your number, you naughty slut. Now get on your knees and let’s see how that hot little mouth really works!”
Pinned beneath his bulk, Athena’s tiny tits heaved in terror as he forcefully yanked her panties down to her ankles and shoved his throbbing cockhead, already glistening with pre-cum, against her trembling lips. “Open up, bitch! Service my dick like a good girl and maybe I’ll give you the part!”
Athena sobbed as she parted her lips around the invading cock, engulfing the photographer’s monstrous erection fully down her tight warmth. She gagged and coughed, struggling to accommodate his pulsing length, but he showed no mercy, sawing his hips back and forth and relentlessly fucking her little mouth and throat.
Salty pre-cum dribbled down over her tongue and Athena felt herself growing light-headed. But just as she thought the relentless ass-fucking of her face might end, the photographer abruptly yanked her off by the hair. Tumbling backwards onto the floor, Athena watched through teary eyes as he stripped off his remaining garments and kicked them aside.
“Time for the main course,” he growled. Yanking her to her feet, he hauled her around a desk and bent her over it at the waist. The cold hardwood pressed hard against her budding breasts as he groped her tits just shy of painfully. And then she felt the squishy head of his cock probing between her trembling thighs.
“Wait!” Athena shrilled. “You can’t–it’s my first time! Please, no!” But he ignored her pleas entirely, instead working the tip of his enormous cock between her virgin lips until he found the resistance of her hymen. With one brutal thrust, he forced his member into her tight, untouched pussy, popping her cherry like a cheap Omplor
