Ariana Grande Fucks Her Photographer

Title: “Ariana Grande: Seduction and Submission”

It was just another day at the studio for rising pop star Ariana Grande. The petite, 18-year old was booked for a photo shoot to promote her debut album. Little did she know, the session would take a very naughty turn.

Ariana arrived early, her long, signature ponytail bouncing with each step. She greeted her photographer, a rugged, Latin stud named Leon. “Hola, guapa,” he growled, flashing a devilish grin. “Let’s make some magic today, sí?”

Ariana nodded shyly, unaccustomed to Leon’s intense gaze. To break the ice, she joked, “You promise to be gentle? I’m just a little thing!”

Leon licked his lips, eyeing her up and down like a wolf stalking a lamb. “Claro que sí, mi amor. I’ll take good care of you.”

The shoot began innocently enough, with Leon directing Ariana to pose around the studio. She stretched and bent herself into various positions, the camera clicks filling the air. But soon, Leon’s directions took a flirtier tone.

“Unbutton that top for me, cariño. I want to see more of those cute little titties…”

Ariana blushed, but complied, revealing her perky B-cups in a lacy black bra. As the shoot progressed, Leon had her hike up her already short skirt to reveal her curvy rear…

“And now, unclasp that bra, sweet thing. We’ll just say the shoot called for some topless shots to be scandalous.”

Ariana hesitated briefly, but reasoned that this saucy concept could generate buzz for her debut. She slid the strappy undergarment off, exposing her nubile breasts to Leon’s hungry eyes.

Attempting to maintain her composure, Ariana continued shifting into the lewd positions Leon called out, stimulating his growing arousal. Leon was rock hard as he commanded his little minx, basking in her naivete and trusting obedience.

“Is that little pussy getting wet from this, Ariana?” Leon taunted, moving closer to feel the heat rolling off her body. “I bet a girl like you has never been touched by a real man before.”

Shaking, Ariana simply nodded, devoid of retorts. With a predatory snarl, Leon captured her lips in a rough, domineering kiss, plundering her virgin mouth with his tongue.

“Leon!” Ariana whimpered, instinctively pushing at his broad chest. “What are you doing?”

“Shusssh,” he soothed, nuzzling into her delicate neck. “Just let papi take care of you, mi amor.” Quickly, he divested her of the rest of her clothes, leaving her quivering in just her heels and ponytail.

Ariana turned to flee, but Leon seized her wrists in a vice-like grip, dragging her back. There was method to his raunchy madness. From a drawer, he produced a micro cord and a wickedly sharp knife.

Ariana screamed as he trashed her, but he ignored her begging, binding her in several intricate ropes. The binding left her nude body on full display, every dip and fold highlighted in the restrictive ropes.

“Beautiful,” Leon purred, quick to command his captive artist to present for her bondage photos. “Such a perfect little fucktoy, choke on my cock!”

Next, he produced an oversized strapon and forced it between her stretched lips. The giant rubber phallus looked obscene protruding from Ariana’s small mouth and tears leaked from her eyes. Leon clicked the shutter, capturing every moment of distress…

“Stick out your tongue, elegantemente. Goodman! Keep spreading slut’s asshole, too,” he barked at his assistant. Soon, the bondage slave was stuffed to the brim with fake and real cocks simultaneously.

“Adorable!” Leon groaned, fucking her face ruthlessly as he captured the carnage. “Nothing hotter than breaking in a screaming virgin!”

The invasion continued, now in explicit detail. Knotted rope dug into delicate flesh, straining every seam; hands explored her cum-laden body; Ariana pled, gagged, and wept, all to Leon’s sadistic delight…

Trembling and covered in juices, all systems down, Ariana turned her haunted eyes to him for reprieve. “Please…please I can’t take anymore! No más!”

Leon only barked cruel laughter, notching up the depravity. “You’re my personal toy now, petite puta. I own your pain!”

And yet, after the storm of degradation, the tying downSubmissive girl was elevated into a sense of acceptance and serene self-expression… Through ropes, she became a beautiful object of art and sub-space; an erotic diva, capable of handling anything thrown her way.

“What do we say to the maestro?” Leon rasped, gently smoothing her sweat-soaked hair back. “Grateful kisses?”

“A…thank you…for freeing me,” Ariana delivered rightly. “I’m yours.”