She responded to his every touch and action. She arched her back to meet his thrusts, moved her pelvis in small and large circles, and wiggled her hips from side to side. She grabbed his hands, massaged his arms, ran her fingers over his face and neck, and rubbed the hair on his chest. This was a new experience for Randy; he was used to passive partners.
As he ground into her, she countered in kind. Looking down on her incredible form, he realized he was approaching enlightenment. He felt an electric charge of passion surge from his scrotum through his penis. Accelerating his movements he jack-hammered her until with a cry of ecstasy—“Aaaagh”—he exploded and filled her with fluid.
“Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh,” she cried as he spurted into her over and over. His continuous spasms brought them to tears. He stood belly breathing, knees shaking, fatigued and satisfied with his earth-shattering release and her response. Amazed, he stared at the slowly disappearing aura surrounding her head.
When he was flaccid, they dried themselves with a towel. They lay facing each other in the middle of the bed covered with a sheet. When their breathing returned to normal, she asked, “Can we talk? Did we just experience some form of magic?”
“Yes,” he said, “the world moved for me. That was the most awesome orgasm I’ve ever experienced.”
“Thank God you said that because I lost count of my orgasms.”
Randy woke before Mali. After he showered, he put on a robe and went to his laptop and composed his story for Still Photo. After printing a copy of the conclusion in a size 20 font, he taped it to the mirror in the bathroom.
CONCLUSION
Prada’s Asian summer fashion line is stunning, but clothing details will be found in other sources, because the objective of this article was the filming process. The management of Play Figure provided the best camera equipment and personnel available. The four-hour session was designed to produce the highest-quality still photographs possible. The organization and planning of the process was choreographed like a Broadway musical. The chief photographer and set director, along with a wide variety of technicians, worked as effectively and efficiently as an automated assembly line. However, the star of the day, the figure that added spice to the photographs and clothing line, was the lovely, voluptuous Mali Chun. Prada’s exotic Asian styles may sweep the summer fashion market, but they have also propelled a young lady toward the top of the list of supermodels.
Calling room service, he ordered fruit, club sandwiches, coffee, and chocolate mousse. Sitting on the couch, he watched the muted TV while thinking about his life and the gorgeous female lying in his bed. He was living the good life: good pay; traveling the world; mixing with the economic, social, and political elites; and having access to some of the best-looking females in the world. He was having his brains fucked out regularly. However, he knew he had found something with Mali. He was now aware that he wasn’t so sure he was living the good life.
He heard the water running in the bathroom and waited with anticipation. Soft footfalls approached the back of the couch.
“Randy,” he heard his name called in a sweet singsong voice, “when did you write this?”
“While you were sleeping.”
“It’s wonderful. I can’t believe the last two sentences.”
“They’re true.”
Mali walked to the front of the couch. She was wearing his bathrobe. It was open in the front. She allowed it to drop, revealing her magnificence.
“You’re trying to make me famous,” she said, bending to kiss him.
Her melons dangled provocatively in front of him. As he accepted her lips, his hands cupped the flesh that calmed the itching of his palms; he was instantly hard. “I was planning on this being a one-night stand,” he said, “but I’ve changed my mind.”
“Am I worth two nights?” she asked, smiling as she straddled his legs and pushed her breasts into his face.
“I’m being serious here.”
“So am I,” she said as she rose, guiding his cock into her.
He groaned at the pleasure of her formfitting flesh sliding over him. Holding her upright, he stared into her face. Before he could speak, she placed her finger over his lips and said, “You were wonderful this afternoon. I’ve never had an experience like that. Can we do it again?”
“On one condition.”
“What?”
“You move in with me.”
Wickedly, she smiled at him and said, “This is my answer.” She lifted a nipple to his mouth, and using her haunches, she pummeled him.
He suckled on the rosebud of her nipple and arched his back to elevate himself farther into her. Switching sides, he helped her move with his hands on her hips.
“Ooom, you’re good,” she sighed, “keep that up.”
As she moved relentlessly on his cock, he said, “I’m serious. I’ve only known you a few hours, but I don’t want to give you up. I don’t want to think about other guys being with you. I want you for myself.”
“You’ve got me spindled. What else can I say?” she said with rapid, shallow breaths.