First, let me introduce myself. As a student with half an art specialty, although I finally chose other majors in the college entrance examination because of my good cultural courses, it is natural to pick up a camera at the university stage.
The idol at that time was Bresson and Senshan Avenue. He ran around with his film camera and shot a lot of inappropriate films.
Later, in order to pursue a girl, I changed to take portraits, and I read the photo album and studied it in the later stages. I actually took photos in a very good manner. Before graduation, many schoolgirls had already made appointments to take photos.
After graduation, I got a job from a foreign company and took a train to Shanghai for more than ten hours with my luggage.
There are no classmates and no schoolgirls here. I don’t even have models to take pictures on weekends. I can only sign up for the event at the photography forum.
Most of the so-called activities are organized by the photography association sponsored by camera manufacturers. The main budget is to spend hundreds of dollars to invite one or two models, find free public places such as park pedestrian streets, and let a group of photography enthusiasts gather around the models and take photos for an hour or two.
There will also be so-called teachers among them. Please give me some advice. In the later stage, everyone will upload their works to the forum and play with each other.
Although most of the participants were rookies or old mages, it was very easy to grab the camera throughout the whole process, but this was already the only channel for me to take pictures of women at that time.
The event I attended was in a park. There were nearly thirty people who signed up that day, so I arranged two models, one tall and one short, all wearing suspender skirts.
The tall model has a long figure and high cheekbones. Because she is very thin, she looks a little cold
A short model with long hair on her shoulders, a round face looks a bit cute, and her breasts make her clothes bulge. Although the skirt itself is not low-cut, you can already see a cleavage, which is quite materialistic
Because he is not tall, his legs are definitely not as long as the other one. Fortunately, his figure is good, and the calves exposed under the hem of the skirt exudes a youthful and healthy smell.
The process of taking pictures is very boring. More than a dozen people took a model, but there was no communication at all, and it was difficult to get their eyes straight. It felt similar to the time when I went to Sanlitun and Taikoo Li to secretly take pictures of internet celebrities.
I took a while and then finished it. I went back to repair a few pictures and passed them to the forum. Half an hour later, a QQ friend applied to pop up and it popped up.
The applicant's avatar is a female, and the online name is just one word. The application postscript is to take a photo. I hesitated for a while, and I agreed to her application.
I'm a model from the event the day before yesterday, I want you to take photos of me
Her words were concise and not very polite, but considering her plump breasts and pretty good face, I agreed directly: OK, what do you want to take pictures?
Go to my friend's place, at 2pm on Saturday, I'll send you the location. I'm also going straight to the topic, as if I'm just talking about business, not help among friends
Later I learned that Sang was her online name, and others called her Ying
The address Ying sent me was not easy to find, it was in a somewhat outdated apartment building
After walking through a bunch of real estate agents and nail salons, I found a closed security door
After knocking twice, the door opened a slit, a man with a buzz cut and a short trousers stood behind the door. He looked at me expressionlessly, pushed the door open wide without saying a word, and signaled me to come in.
The room looks about 34 square meters, with thick curtains hanging on the two windows facing the street. Although it is daytime, it is basically sunny. Apart from two small cabinets against the wall and a few chairs, there is no furniture in the house. The innermost wall is a whole mirror.
Except for the entrance part, most of the room are covered with Japanese tatami
Of course, what attracted my attention the most was the woman hanging in the middle of the house with a rope
I have to say that the woman is tied up in a strange and tempting position, and she is hanging sideways and tied in the air nearly one person high.
A bamboo pole hangs horizontally at a height of 20 cm below the ceiling of the room, like an old fluorescent lamp
A large hemp rope hung from both ends of the bamboo pole, one connecting to the woman's back, her arms were tied to the back, and intertwined with the rope wrapped around her chest, and the other strand lifted her left leg, and her thighs and calves were folded tightly together.
Her back is facing the door, so when I first entered, I only saw a woman hanging sideways in the background with her face hanging in the air
The man led me to the front. Although my long hair drooped and covered half of my face, I immediately recognized Ying.
The Japanese gymnastics suit was tightly wrapped around her body, her breasts were squeezing from the hemp rope, and the protrusion of the nipples was very obvious, and she was not wearing underwear.
Ying's gymnastics suit is more like a sexy suit, with high-slit briefs on the lower body. Since the left leg is only hanging up, the right leg is naturally hanging down weakly, forming a seductive posture of M-legs. And because it is just right, it is hanging less than one person's height, so it is more convenient for me to see the full pubic shape under the shorts.
Ying seemed to have entered a state of self-hypnosis, her head was weakly down to the lower right, without any response to my arrival, but the man whispered: Hello, my name is M
I responded softly: Hello, call me Tangsui, then put down my backpack, took out the camera, put the lens on it, checked the parameter settings and started taking pictures
Of course, Ying couldn't cooperate with me to change my posture, so I could only choose different angles around her
Time seemed to have stopped, only the slight shutter sound of the camera and the faint breathing sound of the faint sound of the camera
After about five minutes of shooting, M asked me to pause
I noticed that Ying's arms were already purple-red, and I thought M would let her down, but unexpectedly, M slapped her plump butt without warning, and a red mark quickly floated up, and Ying's breathing sounded.
M gently stroked Ying's beaten hips with his hands, as if he was playing with a delicate toy. His fingers slid to the middle part of his legs, and slid on the clitoris through his pants, and clicked, as if he was sending a string of Morse telegram codes seriously.
Ying's breathing was getting heavier and heavier, her chest was undulating violently, and her legs couldn't help but want to get together. I saw a small water mark on the crotch of my shorts.
M slid into Ying's shorts without caring about my existence at all.
Although I couldn't see the specific movement of my fingers, I could guess what he was doing from the veins that burst out from the forearm and the sound of Ying gritting her teeth.
I subconsciously picked up the camera and captured the decisive moment
M Use your elbows to spread your legs so that your fingers can move smoothly in the vagina
Ying shouted with crying, curled toes, and uncontrolled and rhythmic twists of the lower abdomen all indicate the coming of orgasm.
However, there was no warning. M pulled out his hand before Ying was about to climax and wiped it dry on Ying's face and clothes with a little disgusting. But I noticed Ying sticking out her tongue, as if she wanted to help him with further cleaning.
M loosened the rope and slowly put Ying on the tatami. After unbuttoning the ropes that tied the chest and arms, Ying rubbed the numb arms and untied the ropes on his legs by himself. M carefully folded the ropes that had just been untied.
At this time, I had nothing to do. I saw a small door in the room that probably was the bathroom. Maybe it was the scene just now that made me feel a little excited. Now I just want to make it easier.
I was a little hesitant to ask whom. It was said that Ying invited me here, so we were more familiar with it, but the scene I saw just now made me feel a little embarrassed about her. So I asked M and got a positive answer. I pushed the door and entered the bathroom. The area was about 2 square meters. In addition to a sink and a mirror, a squatting toilet, an electric water heater and shower were stuffed. Fortunately, there was no bad smell.
I stood in front of the toilet, unbuttoned my belt, took off my pants, and urinated. When I recalled the scene just now, my penis was slightly hard.
Suddenly I heard the sound of the door behind me opening, and subconsciously felt that M had come in. I was a little angry. Why did he be so uneducated and didn't pay attention to my privacy.
Then there was a slight sound of footsteps, and a pair of arms hugged my waist from behind, and two soft and warm balls were pressed against my back
As a man who is not very experienced in the world, my first reaction was to quickly lift up my pants and struggle to avoid them.
Looking back, it was Ying. Her expression was very calm, and she seemed to have entered a state of numbness that was hypnotized.
She was indeed looking at me, but her eyes seemed to look into the distance through me, only the void could be described.
Ying walked to my side, gently and firmly pulled my arm, making me half turn and stand opposite her
Then she knelt silently and pulled down my pants with both hands
My penis had already become soft, but Ying took it in one mouthful. Compared with one of my few sexual partners, her oral sex skills are indeed very good. Her tongue rotates around the glans, and she uses the tip of her tongue to nimble and coronary groove parts from time to time.
With the blessing of this technique, the penis quickly became hard. She held her hands on my waist, deeply placing the entire penis in her nose and buried her pubic hair.
Even at this time, there was no tooth scratching. Ying's little mouth was like a famous instrument, constantly sucking and vomiting.
When I inserted the deepest, I could clearly feel the subtlety of the glans pressing against the upper palate and into the throat. In this case, she would hold her breath and stay actively.
With Ying's hard blowjob, she held my hand and placed it behind her head, signaling me to hold her head so that the glans could be inserted deeper.
At first I was embarrassed to be so violent, but as the pleasure came, I became more and more rude unconsciously
As a novice, I can't control the rhythm well. Maybe it's because it's inserted too deeply, or maybe it's because it's too long, Ying finally pushed my hand away, raised her head and gasped in a big mouthful.
Only then did she see tears, snot, saliva, and her makeup had already been sucked, and her bangs were pressed on her forehead as if they had been washed.
But I'm already sperm on my brain, and I prefer real insertion when I'm young.
I helped Ying up, pulled her over, let her lie on the sink, pulled down her shorts, there were no underwear inside, and her pussy was shining with water and blooming like petals, and it was already wet
Just as I was about to enter, Ying struggled violently as if she suddenly came back to her senses.
At that time, I had to fire the arrow on the string, but her little body burst out with amazing strength. She covered her vagina tightly with her hands, clamped her legs and squatted down, forcing me to calm down.
The next thing was a sudden embarrassment. I didn't understand what she was thinking, but her refusal made me angry. I lifted my pants and prepared to leave.
Ying silently held me back, knelt down again, and once again put her penis in her mouth
I don't know whether to be angry or laugh. In this conflict, the natural interest is not very good.
Ying used it for a long time before she made my penis hard again, and she used it for a long time to make me ejaculate in her mouth
She neither spit out my semen nor swallowed it, but stood up and walked out with her semen in it.
I was the only one left in the bathroom. I held my pants and looked at myself in the mirror. It seemed like I had experienced a performance of performance art and inexplicably became one of the protagonists.
I don't know how to face Ying for a while, and I don't even know how to face M. I stayed in the bathroom for four or five minutes before coming out. Ying was gone, and M was still tidying up the rope expressionlessly, although he should have heard what we were doing just now.
M finally broke the silence by speaking: Let's stop here today
The idol at that time was Bresson and Senshan Avenue. He ran around with his film camera and shot a lot of inappropriate films.
Later, in order to pursue a girl, I changed to take portraits, and I read the photo album and studied it in the later stages. I actually took photos in a very good manner. Before graduation, many schoolgirls had already made appointments to take photos.
After graduation, I got a job from a foreign company and took a train to Shanghai for more than ten hours with my luggage.
There are no classmates and no schoolgirls here. I don’t even have models to take pictures on weekends. I can only sign up for the event at the photography forum.
Most of the so-called activities are organized by the photography association sponsored by camera manufacturers. The main budget is to spend hundreds of dollars to invite one or two models, find free public places such as park pedestrian streets, and let a group of photography enthusiasts gather around the models and take photos for an hour or two.
There will also be so-called teachers among them. Please give me some advice. In the later stage, everyone will upload their works to the forum and play with each other.
Although most of the participants were rookies or old mages, it was very easy to grab the camera throughout the whole process, but this was already the only channel for me to take pictures of women at that time.
The event I attended was in a park. There were nearly thirty people who signed up that day, so I arranged two models, one tall and one short, all wearing suspender skirts.
The tall model has a long figure and high cheekbones. Because she is very thin, she looks a little cold
A short model with long hair on her shoulders, a round face looks a bit cute, and her breasts make her clothes bulge. Although the skirt itself is not low-cut, you can already see a cleavage, which is quite materialistic
Because he is not tall, his legs are definitely not as long as the other one. Fortunately, his figure is good, and the calves exposed under the hem of the skirt exudes a youthful and healthy smell.
The process of taking pictures is very boring. More than a dozen people took a model, but there was no communication at all, and it was difficult to get their eyes straight. It felt similar to the time when I went to Sanlitun and Taikoo Li to secretly take pictures of internet celebrities.
I took a while and then finished it. I went back to repair a few pictures and passed them to the forum. Half an hour later, a QQ friend applied to pop up and it popped up.
The applicant's avatar is a female, and the online name is just one word. The application postscript is to take a photo. I hesitated for a while, and I agreed to her application.
I'm a model from the event the day before yesterday, I want you to take photos of me
Her words were concise and not very polite, but considering her plump breasts and pretty good face, I agreed directly: OK, what do you want to take pictures?
Go to my friend's place, at 2pm on Saturday, I'll send you the location. I'm also going straight to the topic, as if I'm just talking about business, not help among friends
Later I learned that Sang was her online name, and others called her Ying
The address Ying sent me was not easy to find, it was in a somewhat outdated apartment building
After walking through a bunch of real estate agents and nail salons, I found a closed security door
After knocking twice, the door opened a slit, a man with a buzz cut and a short trousers stood behind the door. He looked at me expressionlessly, pushed the door open wide without saying a word, and signaled me to come in.
The room looks about 34 square meters, with thick curtains hanging on the two windows facing the street. Although it is daytime, it is basically sunny. Apart from two small cabinets against the wall and a few chairs, there is no furniture in the house. The innermost wall is a whole mirror.
Except for the entrance part, most of the room are covered with Japanese tatami
Of course, what attracted my attention the most was the woman hanging in the middle of the house with a rope
I have to say that the woman is tied up in a strange and tempting position, and she is hanging sideways and tied in the air nearly one person high.
A bamboo pole hangs horizontally at a height of 20 cm below the ceiling of the room, like an old fluorescent lamp
A large hemp rope hung from both ends of the bamboo pole, one connecting to the woman's back, her arms were tied to the back, and intertwined with the rope wrapped around her chest, and the other strand lifted her left leg, and her thighs and calves were folded tightly together.
Her back is facing the door, so when I first entered, I only saw a woman hanging sideways in the background with her face hanging in the air
The man led me to the front. Although my long hair drooped and covered half of my face, I immediately recognized Ying.
The Japanese gymnastics suit was tightly wrapped around her body, her breasts were squeezing from the hemp rope, and the protrusion of the nipples was very obvious, and she was not wearing underwear.
Ying's gymnastics suit is more like a sexy suit, with high-slit briefs on the lower body. Since the left leg is only hanging up, the right leg is naturally hanging down weakly, forming a seductive posture of M-legs. And because it is just right, it is hanging less than one person's height, so it is more convenient for me to see the full pubic shape under the shorts.
Ying seemed to have entered a state of self-hypnosis, her head was weakly down to the lower right, without any response to my arrival, but the man whispered: Hello, my name is M
I responded softly: Hello, call me Tangsui, then put down my backpack, took out the camera, put the lens on it, checked the parameter settings and started taking pictures
Of course, Ying couldn't cooperate with me to change my posture, so I could only choose different angles around her
Time seemed to have stopped, only the slight shutter sound of the camera and the faint breathing sound of the faint sound of the camera
After about five minutes of shooting, M asked me to pause
I noticed that Ying's arms were already purple-red, and I thought M would let her down, but unexpectedly, M slapped her plump butt without warning, and a red mark quickly floated up, and Ying's breathing sounded.
M gently stroked Ying's beaten hips with his hands, as if he was playing with a delicate toy. His fingers slid to the middle part of his legs, and slid on the clitoris through his pants, and clicked, as if he was sending a string of Morse telegram codes seriously.
Ying's breathing was getting heavier and heavier, her chest was undulating violently, and her legs couldn't help but want to get together. I saw a small water mark on the crotch of my shorts.
M slid into Ying's shorts without caring about my existence at all.
Although I couldn't see the specific movement of my fingers, I could guess what he was doing from the veins that burst out from the forearm and the sound of Ying gritting her teeth.
I subconsciously picked up the camera and captured the decisive moment
M Use your elbows to spread your legs so that your fingers can move smoothly in the vagina
Ying shouted with crying, curled toes, and uncontrolled and rhythmic twists of the lower abdomen all indicate the coming of orgasm.
However, there was no warning. M pulled out his hand before Ying was about to climax and wiped it dry on Ying's face and clothes with a little disgusting. But I noticed Ying sticking out her tongue, as if she wanted to help him with further cleaning.
M loosened the rope and slowly put Ying on the tatami. After unbuttoning the ropes that tied the chest and arms, Ying rubbed the numb arms and untied the ropes on his legs by himself. M carefully folded the ropes that had just been untied.
At this time, I had nothing to do. I saw a small door in the room that probably was the bathroom. Maybe it was the scene just now that made me feel a little excited. Now I just want to make it easier.
I was a little hesitant to ask whom. It was said that Ying invited me here, so we were more familiar with it, but the scene I saw just now made me feel a little embarrassed about her. So I asked M and got a positive answer. I pushed the door and entered the bathroom. The area was about 2 square meters. In addition to a sink and a mirror, a squatting toilet, an electric water heater and shower were stuffed. Fortunately, there was no bad smell.
I stood in front of the toilet, unbuttoned my belt, took off my pants, and urinated. When I recalled the scene just now, my penis was slightly hard.
Suddenly I heard the sound of the door behind me opening, and subconsciously felt that M had come in. I was a little angry. Why did he be so uneducated and didn't pay attention to my privacy.
Then there was a slight sound of footsteps, and a pair of arms hugged my waist from behind, and two soft and warm balls were pressed against my back
As a man who is not very experienced in the world, my first reaction was to quickly lift up my pants and struggle to avoid them.
Looking back, it was Ying. Her expression was very calm, and she seemed to have entered a state of numbness that was hypnotized.
She was indeed looking at me, but her eyes seemed to look into the distance through me, only the void could be described.
Ying walked to my side, gently and firmly pulled my arm, making me half turn and stand opposite her
Then she knelt silently and pulled down my pants with both hands
My penis had already become soft, but Ying took it in one mouthful. Compared with one of my few sexual partners, her oral sex skills are indeed very good. Her tongue rotates around the glans, and she uses the tip of her tongue to nimble and coronary groove parts from time to time.
With the blessing of this technique, the penis quickly became hard. She held her hands on my waist, deeply placing the entire penis in her nose and buried her pubic hair.
Even at this time, there was no tooth scratching. Ying's little mouth was like a famous instrument, constantly sucking and vomiting.
When I inserted the deepest, I could clearly feel the subtlety of the glans pressing against the upper palate and into the throat. In this case, she would hold her breath and stay actively.
With Ying's hard blowjob, she held my hand and placed it behind her head, signaling me to hold her head so that the glans could be inserted deeper.
At first I was embarrassed to be so violent, but as the pleasure came, I became more and more rude unconsciously
As a novice, I can't control the rhythm well. Maybe it's because it's inserted too deeply, or maybe it's because it's too long, Ying finally pushed my hand away, raised her head and gasped in a big mouthful.
Only then did she see tears, snot, saliva, and her makeup had already been sucked, and her bangs were pressed on her forehead as if they had been washed.
But I'm already sperm on my brain, and I prefer real insertion when I'm young.
I helped Ying up, pulled her over, let her lie on the sink, pulled down her shorts, there were no underwear inside, and her pussy was shining with water and blooming like petals, and it was already wet
Just as I was about to enter, Ying struggled violently as if she suddenly came back to her senses.
At that time, I had to fire the arrow on the string, but her little body burst out with amazing strength. She covered her vagina tightly with her hands, clamped her legs and squatted down, forcing me to calm down.
The next thing was a sudden embarrassment. I didn't understand what she was thinking, but her refusal made me angry. I lifted my pants and prepared to leave.
Ying silently held me back, knelt down again, and once again put her penis in her mouth
I don't know whether to be angry or laugh. In this conflict, the natural interest is not very good.
Ying used it for a long time before she made my penis hard again, and she used it for a long time to make me ejaculate in her mouth
She neither spit out my semen nor swallowed it, but stood up and walked out with her semen in it.
I was the only one left in the bathroom. I held my pants and looked at myself in the mirror. It seemed like I had experienced a performance of performance art and inexplicably became one of the protagonists.
I don't know how to face Ying for a while, and I don't even know how to face M. I stayed in the bathroom for four or five minutes before coming out. Ying was gone, and M was still tidying up the rope expressionlessly, although he should have heard what we were doing just now.
M finally broke the silence by speaking: Let's stop here today
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