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I laid the new prints across the table, fresh from my first nude shoot. A slim blonde caught in soft light—me, arched back, thighs open. My boyfriend walked in and stood close, studying each one without a word. After a minute he glanced at the couch. "Show me how you posed," he said. So I did. I knelt on the cushions, spine straight, chin lifted, the same open look I gave the camera. He watched, then stepped in, unzipped, and slid his cock between my lips. I took him slow, letting the warmth settle on my tongue before pulling back and sinking down again. He hardened fast. I worked him deeper, spit glossing my chin. He groaned, pulled free, eased me onto the floor. I stayed on my knees, ass up, and he pressed into me from behind, gripping my hips. The pace turned hard. He drove in, balls slapping, until he yanked out and finished across my face—thick ropes landing on my lips, cheek, and lashes while I licked what I could reach.