Up close and personal: CKM shooting - 3.

He lifts the camera and the room seems to tighten around him. My hips sit on the white fur rug, legs spread just enough to give the lens what it wants, my skin bare and pale under the soft lights. A blonde strand sticks to my lip. I push it away and lean back, letting my ass spread against the fur so every curve catches the light. The shutter clicks once, twice. I slide one hand down my stomach, stopping right above the smooth, hairless mound between my thighs. He zooms in; I can hear the motor whine. I roll my hips once, slow, and the photographer says something under his breath that sounds like approval. My nipples tighten without being touched. I arch my back so the line of my spine shows, ass round and heavy on the rug, waiting for the next frame.