Hard sex. BDSM. Юрий Буреве

look at your crotch open for so long, my head is spinning. Allow me?

      – Yes, please have a seat.

      She moved her ass a bit and moved her rather large bag to the other side.

      – Where do you take your photos?"

      – The studio is at work, but it's closed now, it's not my studio. Sometimes at home, sometimes like this on the street. Rarely at a girl's house, if invited. As you can see, I am not such a hero, and I do not have much strength, and therefore girls usually trust me.

      – Well, you're right, small men are less intimidating, although in a quiet pool… I've always been afraid of strong men, although I must admit that I like them, I don't want to offend you, Igor

      – It's fine, I'm fine with it.

      – Let's get me on camera and see what happens." Right here, and how do I sit down?

      – Put your elbow on the back, your leg slightly to the side to cover the crotch, and better put your foot on top of your foot. And the look, the look is necessarily important, if it is not like this, then everything will be wrong. The pose, the interior, and the look must match and harmonize.

      – Like this?

      – Yes, the chin is slightly higher. Great. Now change your view of that sign. Here, yes. Here, great. Now stand up and spread your legs crosswise

      – To make your ass bigger?

      – Well, about right. Here, great. Now you need to process it, but you can only see the originals in a small screen right now. Here, the color rendering of the matrix of the friend's screen is different from the digital photo, but approximately yes, but at the same time perfectly in several tones. It will be clearly visible only on monitors, and then, on each of them, they will look different. Well, I don't think you are interested in these subtleties.

      – Why, I'm curious. I have a bit of mental stagnation, I want to change something, discover something new, unknown. I just don't know what it can be that can change me, I want to change.

      – Natalia, this can be done in different ways, not everything can be voiced out loud

      – Intrigued.

      – I invite you for coffee, and we can go bowling, I have a little money, it should be enough." I'm ashamed to admit it. Photographers are not as rich as you might think, although in different ways, just like artists, ninety-nine percent are hungry, and only one percent live in affluence, in great affluence. The world is cruel, it sometimes jokes, and jokes very cruelly.

      – I can add my own. I haven't been to a bowling alley in ages, and men don't usually take me there. Usually in cafes, restaurants, they try to get drunk faster and fuck. Why don't we just get some coffee first?"

      – That's a great idea.

      At the coffee bar, which was located right in the middle of the shopping corridor, they sat down on high chairs and ordered one coffee.

      The fragrance awakened feelings that both Natalia and Igor lacked during the day. A cool midsummer evening had disturbed his mental balance, but a hot drink had restored it, if only temporarily.

      They silently finished all the coffee they'd originally asked for cold water to avoid getting burned, then got up and walked towards the bowling alley.

      The entrance fee for men was five hundred rubles, for girls it was free. They immediately booked a table and a thirty-minute bowling session.

      – You can't shoot here, – the guard said to Igor, seeing a professional camera slung over his shoulder.

      – This is a well-known photographer of the city, Igor Kuznetsov, if he takes pictures, he will only advertise your institution.

      – Well, if… Don't look too bright anyway, you can take a couple of pictures if you want to take pictures of your girlfriend.

      – That's all I'm going to do.

      – Ok.

      They walked on, taking a seat and picking out a bowling ball that was lying nearby.

      – Can you throw?

      – Approximately.

      – I think if we don't break the monitor from above when throwing, then we can consider that we played well.

      Natalia appreciated the joke and smiled, smiled very sincerely, and he, as a photographer, was well able to read emotions. He appreciated it, too.

      – I want to write.

      – The toilet's over there.

      – I'm afraid to be alone

      – Let's go together, I won't leave the camera here, and I don't think they'll steal the rest.

      They walked down the corridor towards the hygiene rooms, since the club had just opened, there were no people at all, they had not yet arrived, and the main mass came closer to ten in the evening, when they agreed to leave here.

      – The men's room is closed. Can I come with you quickly?

      – Come on, but quickly.

      – Where are you going, man?

      – My wife is pregnant, I have to accompany her.

      – Well, if…

      They went into the same booth, and Igor took out his camera and turned it on.

      – Are you going to shoot here?"

      – Yes.

      – Just don't have a face.

      – On the contrary, I want to capture your face when you pee, and I want to capture emotions and feelings, not thighs. Emotions are more important, and this photo can then be put as a thoughtful lady, and no one will suspect that you were sitting on the sink at that time.

      – You're a pervert.

      – Yes.

      He took a couple of close-ups of her face and eyes and got out of the cab.

      – I'll wait there.

      They went back to the table, where everything was in its proper place, and, choosing one ball at a time, launched. Natalia's first throw was successful, she hit blindly and knocked down all the balls.

      – It was an accident, I can't do it again.

      Igor couldn't shoot down even half of what she shot down.

      – I will sit down, you bend down and throw the ball, but do not rush, freeze before throwing, my camera can not quickly take focus, then throw.

      He sat back down at the table and took aim, starting to catch the moment, and, just in case, launched a series of pictures that he captured at the time of the throw.

      This time she knocked down three pins, but it didn't bother her much, she went back to Igor.

      – Show me.

      – Here

      He started switching photos for viewing so that both she and he could view them in slide mode.

      – You can see my crack here, and it's even more visible here. Caught the moment. Will you send it to me later after processing?

      – Sure, but I'll keep it for myself. My rule is not to delete a photo, it's the same as burning a manuscript. Bad or good, I leave the frame.

      – I like it better. I don't need all of them. Although you will send it later, I will choose it myself, and I will delete the unsuccessful ones, in my opinion. I, on the contrary, delete bad photos right away. I want to remember only the good and beautiful ones.

      – The philosophy is clear.

      – I'm tired of playing, I don't want to quit anymore, stupid game.

      – Let's take a couple more pictures, raise the hem of the dress higher, as much as possible, I'll come closer

      She picked up the ball and, bending down, with the hem of her dress raised, slowly threw and knocked down almost all the pins except one.

      – She's