"Umm… Tomorrow?" she stammered.
"Yes, we'll go out to a warehouse on Long island. There are backdrops there that will make it appear you are in Hawaii or something.
"Will I… umm… be wearing these kinds of things?" she pointed at a buxom brunette wearing a nearly invisible teddy, that left nothing to the imagination.
He nodded. "Partly, as well as the suits." "Great! Great!" she gushed, trying to pretend excited, but imaging her pictures with everything hanging out, on display in the stationhouse. Then Manuel leaned closer, his arm going around her. He smiled, his eyes narrowing. "You will look wonderful and sexy." he breathed. His hand slid up and down her side, fingers siding lightly across the sides of her breasts.
"I… I don't know Manuel…" she murmured. His face nuzzled her throat, and he kissed her lightly. His other hand slid up the silken fabric of her leg towards her groin.
Before she could stop him his hand was between her slightly spread thighs, cupping her crotch through the thin fabric. A shot of electric heat shot up into her body, making her gasp in shock.
"M… Manuel!" she protested, her hand going down to his, trying to shove it away, her mind, already whirling through possible excuses to get her out of the photo shooting, now reeled from the sudden flaring heat in her loins.
His other hand was now squeezing her breast, sending waves of rolling sexual turmoil through the blonde's spinning brain.
His mouth was at her throat, biting, sucking, kissing. His hand rubbed and squeezed at her crotch, sending her guts into a shivering frenzy.
She should stop him… she had to…
But her body refused to recognize this. Her head fell back, sending her breasts thrusting out as her body trembled in the throes of sizzling sexual passion.
"Oh… God… Manuelllllll!" she groaned.
Her hand, over his was now pushing rather than pulling as she humped her groin up against his fingers.
Manuel pulled his hand loose, but only momentarily.
She felt his fingers slide beneath the elastic waistband of her pants, felt it's dry warmth move down over her abdomen, and onto her cunt, he squeezed his fingers together, making her gasp in pleasure.
They fell backwards on the couch, Amy's legs spreading of their own volition. That hand! It was doing incredible things to her. Her entire crotch blazed and pulsed with sexual need. Spasms swept through her groin, her guts roiling and churning.
A small part of her mind was yelling, pleading, worrying about the case, about the danger. It was overwhelmed by the sexual flurry enveloping her body.
Manuel's hands came free, they grabbed the front of her pajamas top and tore it open, exposing her round swollen breasts, and hot hard nipples. His hands gripped her sides under the arms, pulled her chest up to him, to his face.
She moaned, her eyes closing as his mouth locked around her furiously erect nipple. His lips encircled it and closed, his breath drawing it inward, up into his mouth. His teeth nipped her lightly, then harder.
He slid off the couch, down on to his knees between her sprawled legs. His mouth sliding downward off her breasts, down her silken belly and over her abdomen. He slid her pants down her legs and off, throwing them into a far comer.
He eyed her damp warm pussy with hungry eyes, his hands going around her legs, pulling her ass closer to the edge of the couch, shoving her legs up and back. His tongue flicked out. It touched the bottom of her lightly furred pussy slit, then slowly, and firmly pressed into the flesh and moved upward along her slit.
Amy's breathing was coming fast and furious. Her ass ground writhed on the couch as she sought to push herself up against his face. Her hands went behind her head, stretching, bowing her body up and out as one of Manuel's hands slid up onto her breast again and squeezed.
Manuel pushed his tongue into her, driving it up into the moistness of her narrow cavity. He scooped out a wad of girl juice, and drank it down. His tongue slid up and down around her slit, not touching the clit, driving her higher and higher without relief.
Then he seized her clitty between his lips and squeezed, sucking and chewing fiercely. Amy squealed in response, humping against him and crying out in orgasmic release as ecstasy screamed through her belly.
Her ass bounced up and down as Manuel continued to manipulate the center of her fiery volcano, continued to drive her through a whirling hurricane of rippling climactic sensations.
Then she collapsed, her mind and body totally spent by the sizzling release of energies. Manuel smiled grimly. He stood up then leaned over. His arms slid around the hapless blonde, under her back and legs, and he lifted her into the air.
Amy's body hung limp in his arms, as if dead.
Her head hanging back, eyes almost closed, mouth open. Only the heaving of her magnificent chest, and the gasping breathing from her mouth showed her to be alive.
Manuel carried her across the room and into the bedroom. He set her down gently on the bed, then stood back, admiring her beauty with a shake of his head.
He dropped his jacket onto a chair, pulled his t-shirt up and flung it onto the jacket, then kicked his shoes off and slid his pants down to stand there naked, his thick cock rigid, and straining outward.
Amy was stretching and sighing, starting to come back down to earth. He didn't give her a chance. He dropped atop her, his groin fitting smoothly against hers, his penis pressed between their bellies.
His mouth sought hers, locked there. His tongue shot into her mouth, twining with hers. His hands caressed the hot skin of her breasts, squeezing, kneading. He humped against her crotch, sliding his penis upward along her belly. Amy groaned in pleasure.
His hand held his penis, pressed it's tip against her oozing cunt entrance. Amy's legs spread further in response. Then he entered her, his prong driving down into her body, moving and burrowing through the center of her abdomen. Amy could feel every inch of it moving inside her.
He hit bottom, pulled back, then pushed forward again. He ground his loins into hers, jabbing his prick around inside her belly. He pulled his ass upward, tearing most of his cockpole free of her sucking depths, then lunged downward, driving back balls deep.
Amy's arms went around him, her groin humping up to meet him as he began stroking into her. He slapped her arms away, pushing them above her head, holding her wrists there locked together in one hand.
Then his hands drew hers apart, his fingers interlaced with hers as he jerked her hands widely apart. He pulled his body upward, off her, suspended only by his feet and hands.
He began thrusting downward, his rigid cock pistoning in and out of her gaping fuck hole. Amy lunged upward, jamming her groin up onto his pole as it drove downward. His balls slapped against her ass as she bent her legs tightly, her feet flat on the bed next to her ass, shoving her crotch upward.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she gritted. Her legs swept around him and locked about his back, pulling him downward. Manuel released her hands, grabbed her legs and jerked them up onto his shoulders.
He pressed forward, shoving her legs back against her chest, her knees touching her ears as he hammered his body down against her, driving his cock down her swampy fuck tunnel.
He pulled out, his cum soaked prong sliding out of her body, her cuntmouth squeezing closed with an almost audible snap. He held his boated cock head against her wet slit, then thrust forward, driving it down deep into her body, his hips crashing against her buttocks, making her grunt in pain and pleasure.
He slid out of her again, poised at her entrance, and then rammed down balls deep. Each time, he showed his total possession of her, each time, his cock held for a second outside her, then slammed down into her silken depths.