It wasn't a photoshoot (Patreon)

Ann turned off the rest of the lights and left you alone with her on the set.

There was no equipment. No "let's try this angle." She made you sit in the chair facing her, planted herself between your knees, and looked at you as if the camera were the last thing on her mind.

"You aren't here to look at photos today. You're here to cum while watching me take them."

Her gaze is that of someone who has already noticed the bulge in your pants and decided to use it to her advantage. She spreads her legs a little wider—just enough so that, from where you’re sitting, you can’t pretend not to see the red lace digging into her thighs.

"Look at me right there. Yes, there. I want to see you swallow hard every time I move."

Ann doesn't ask for permission. She never has. She tells you to take your cock out if you can't hold back, to stroke it slowly, and not to cum until she says so. Each pose brings her closer: her hip shifting toward you, one hand sliding down her belly, the other pulling aside the edge of her panties for just a second so you can see how wet she is before covering it up again.

"Is that what you wanted? Then get a good look," she laughs as your breathing quickens. She leans down until her mouth is level with yours, without actually kissing you.

"Keep going. And when you're about to cum, tell me. I want to see your face. I want you to know that this session was all about that."