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believe he’s really inside you, Mel. There’s no way that’s possible with you sitting so far away.”

    I had thought I was already pretty close, but I did my best to please her. Wrapping my arms around Kurt’s neck, I slid forward until my breasts pressed against him, my nipples rubbing against his hard chest. But what made us both gasp was what happened below -- when I pressed so close to him, the pose we were holding very nearly became a reality.

    It probably wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t been so wet, but there was nothing I could do about that. As I pressed forward, my pussy lips parted, and the thick shaft of Kurt’s cock slid into position between them, inside my slippery folds. He wasn’t in the right area to actually enter me -- the plum-shaped head of his cock was at the top of my slit, pointing at my belly button. But his thick length was rubbing against my sensitive clit, and my pussy lips were wrapped around him in an intimate embrace I had never intended.

    We both froze and I began to pull back, but then Lisa was there with her camera saying, “Good, excellent, exactly what I need,” and clicking away. I had a hard time meeting Kurt’s eyes as shame and desire warred inside me. This was so much worse than having his fingers inside me. We were very nearly fucking -- it was by far the most realistic pose we had been in yet.

    Kurt spoke first. “You’re so wet,” he murmured in my ear as I hung on to him for dear life, trying not to notice how good it felt to have my pussy opened by his hard shaft. “So wet and so hot.”

    “What do you expect?” I snapped, totally embarrassed now. “After the way you were kissing me and…and touching me earlier?”

    He didn’t seem offended by my irritable tone. “So you liked it when I fingered your pussy?” he murmured. “Did it turn you on, Mel? Did it make you hot when I stroked your clit and put my fingers in your cunt?”

    My heart was jackhammering again as I fought keep control of myself. My breath kept wanting to come in short little pants, like I was running a race uphill. It was all I could do to keep my voice low and even when I answered. “We had to get the best shot,” I said, not looking at him and deliberately ducking the question. “She wanted to get a picture of you…touching me, so you had to touch me. That was all.”

    “But you liked the way it felt when I fingered you? It made you wet -- right?” he persisted.

    “What do you think?” I demanded. Deliberately, I raised and then lowered myself so that his shaft and the broad head of his cock slid over my slippery folds and the throbbing bud of my clit. Kurt and I both groaned at the extra stimulation, and I knew his shaft was probably coated with my pussy honey by now.

    It was a single motion to prove a point, but Lisa noticed it at once. “That’s good,” she said excitedly, still snapping away. “Do that some more -- act like you’re riding him, Mel. Kurt, put your hands on her waist and help her move -- both of you get into it.”

    What could I do? I braced my hands on Kurt’s broad shoulders and began to slide up and down. I’m sure from her perspective it looked like he was actually inside me, like we were actually fucking, and even though we weren’t, it was still almost more than I could bear. The friction of his shaft against my clit was delicious, and I could feel the pleasure building inside me again as I bounced on his lap. But once again Lisa intervened.

    “Slower now,” she directed. “Long, slow strokes. This can be almost tantric -- if you do it right, you can make it last for hours. Slow it down.”

    We did as she asked, Kurt raising and lowering me against his shaft as though I was light as a feather. He moved slowly, with a controlled intensity that made me wonder what it would be like if we ever really did make love. I knew it was wrong to think like that, but when he looked at me with the burning need in his deep blue eyes I