I want to take a picture of you. Spread your legs. Touch yourself for me. That’s it. Good girl.
Now…move your hand away.
Why so shy all of a sudden? I’ve seen every inch of you. Buried my nose in your cunt. Licked your ass. Squeezed, pinched, and pulled every part of your body. There’s nothing of you that I haven’t tasted, touched, and owned. Show me what’s mine, girl.
This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt is “If I was taking an erotic photograph of you, I would ask you to…” And of course John Brownstone lives in my head. So yes, not only is this what I imagine he would say, I’m very certain he has said some variation of this before.