The ancient Bhuleshwar temple glowed under discreet night lights, its voluptuous stone figurines seeming to smirk at the modern intrusion. Aneesha strode in, confidence radiating from every curve, her Insta-ready presence already turning heads even in a simple robe. Kumar, camera slung like a weapon, greeted her with a grin.
"So, the influencer meets the shutterbug at the temple of temptation," he quipped. "Hope your poses can out-voluptuous these carvings."
Aneesha arched a brow, lips curving sharply. "Darling, these sculptures are stone-cold. I'm here to make them sweat. Just don't fumble the lens when things get... exposed."
The first lingerie set—a sheer black lace number hugging her ass and barely containing her breasts—slid on like a second skin. Kumar adjusted the lighting, his fingers grazing her collarbone, then lower, tracing the edge near her nipple under the pretense of makeup touch-up. "Steady now," he murmured. "This angle needs your skin to pop against the stone."
"Pop? Or throb?" Aneesha shot back, stepping closer, her breath warm. "You're awfully handsy for an amateur. Keep it professional... or don't."
With each change—red satin, emerald silk—touches lingered. His hand on her hip, sliding to adjust a strap over her ass; hers brushing his thigh as she posed. "This one's for the dripping heat," she teased, voice low and commanding. "Make sure your cock doesn't distract the shot."
Tension snapped. Kumar's breath hitched, his hard length evident. Aneesha pushed him against a pillar, strong hands unbuckling him. "Horny already? Good. On your knees first—no, mine." She dropped, taking his cock in her mouth for a slick blowjob, tongue swirling as he groaned, panting. He came hard, cum spilling as she swallowed with a wicked smile.
Not done, she stood, guiding his face between her thighs. "Taste what you've started." His tongue worked her wet pussy, lapping at her dripping folds while she gripped his hair, thighs clamping strong. She came once, then again, sweating and panting, before switching back—another blowjob, him exploding as she directed every thrust.
"Multiple rounds already," Aneesha panted, wiping her lips. "Next shoot's for that women's condom ad. Then vaginal sex—my rules, my pace. Deal?"
Kumar nodded, dazed. "Deal. You're the sculptor here."
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