After a shy knock at the door, Mr Smithson's eyes were drawn to Bethia as she entered his photography office, her hips swaying with each step. Her curves were accentuated by the fitted dress she wore, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of capturing her beauty on film. Her full breasts bounced with every movement, the fabric of her clothing stretched tightly over them.

With each step, the faint aroma of her perfume grew stronger, adding to the alluring image of this young woman before him. She was dressed in a traditional schoolgirl outfit, with a crisp white blouse and pleated skirt, making her even more irresistible. Her stockings on show under the red checked skirt, the shirt just that little bit too tight round her body. His mind raced with ideas for his project, imagining how stunning she would look through the lens of his camera.

"Bethia, thank you for coming," he said, trying to keep his composure. "I'll be photographing you for my project today."

Bethia nodded shyly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Okay, Mr. Smithson," she said softly.

Mr. Smithson directed Bethia to stand in front of a white backdrop, positioning her body so that her curves were accentuated. He started taking photos, capturing her beauty from every angle.

As Mr. Smithson clicked away with his camera, Bethia's initial nervousness began to fade. She found herself enjoying the attention, a small smile playing at her lips as she followed his directions.

"That's it, Bethia. Just relax and be natural," Mr. Smithson encouraged, his voice low and soothing.

He moved closer, adjusting her pose with gentle touches that sent shivers down her spine. Bethia's breath quickened as his fingers brushed against her arm, positioning it just so.

"Now, look over your shoulder," he instructed. "Perfect."

The camera shutter clicked rapidly as Bethia gazed into the lens with wide, innocent eyes. Mr. Smithson felt his heart racing, captivated by her youthful beauty.

"Let's try something different," he suggested, his voice a bit husky. "How about sitting on the sofa there.”

As he continued to capture her image with his camera, Mr. Smithson couldn't help but feel a primal desire stirring inside of him. His eyes lingered on her curves and the way her hair fell in soft waves around her face. With a touch of hesitation, he asked her to remove her top, his voice hoarse with anticipation. She hesitated for a moment before slowly revealing her bare chest, the fullness of her breasts causing his heart rate to quicken.

As she stood there exposed, bathed in golden sunlight, Mr. Smithson felt an undeniable heat radiating through his body. The sight of her naked form was intoxicating, and he could feel his cock straining against the fabric of his pants.

He continued to photograph her, his camera clicking and whirring as he captured her every move. Her skin glowed under the soft lighting, making her look like a goddess in the flesh. As she stood before him, her nipples slowly hardened under his intense gaze, responding to the electricity in the air.

Encouraged by her reaction, he asked her to remove her pants, his voice hoarse with desire. She hesitated for a moment, uncertain of herself, before slowly complying. As she stepped out of her pants, Mr. Smithson's breath caught in his throat. Her thick thighs and exposed pussy were a work of art, making him feel like he was going to lose control and cum in his pants right then and there. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have captured such beauty with his camera.

She was acutely aware of her actions and their impact on him. Every movement, every touch, was calculated to evoke a response from him. She craved his presence and affection just as much as he desired her. The electricity between them crackled and sparked with the intensity of their mutual need. Their bodies were drawn together like magnets, unable to resist the pull towards each other. It was a dance they both knew well, a dance of desire and fulfillment, and they moved in perfect harmony with each other.

Mr. Smithson couldn't contain his desire any longer. He gently set down his camera and crossed the room to Bethia, his strides quick and determined. With an arm around her waist, he pulled her close to him, their bodies pressing against each other in a passionate embrace. He leaned in and captured her lips in a deep kiss, savoring the sweet taste of her breath as her tongue eagerly danced with his in a fiery exchange. The world around them seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the intensity of their shared desire.

He forcefully lifted her onto his desk, spreading her legs apart as she gasped in anticipation. With a primal hunger, he began to ravage her clit with his skillful tongue, eliciting loud moans of pleasure from her lips. Then, without warning, he plunged his finger deep inside her wetness, thrusting relentlessly as he continued to devour her with his mouth, driving her wild with ecstasy.

Her moans of pleasure filled the room, bouncing off the walls and fueling his own desire. He couldn't get enough of her; she was like an addiction he needed more and more of. His cock throbbed in his pants, desperate for release, aching to be inside her.

With a primal growl, Mr. Smithson stood up and unbuckled his pants, freeing his rock-hard cock from its confinement. Bethia's eyes widened as she stared at his thick bulging cock, desire and anticipation shining in her eyes. Her lips parted in a silent moan as he guided his swollen length towards her wet entrance.

"Tell me you want this," he groaned, his voice barely recognizable.

"Oh God, yes," Bethia whimpered, her hips arching upwards involutarily.

With every thrust, Bethia's body arched and contorted in pure pleasure, her moans growing louder and more desperate. He ravaged her with a ferocity that matched her own, each thrust driving deeper into her core. She locked her legs tightly around him, drawing him closer and urging him on with primal need. The air was heavy with the sound of their bodies slapping together, the scent of sweat and desire permeating the room. They were lost in a frenzy of passion, consumed by the overwhelming heat between them.

With a swift, forceful motion, he withdrew from her, flipped her over and rammed into the back of her over the desk. She gasped and moaned, the intense pleasure building inside her with each powerful thrust. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed through the room as he pounded her ass relentlessly. Her body trembled and she screamed in ecstasy, her orgasm exploding through her like a wildfire. Her juice dripping down her inner thighs, coating the floor and her little shoes. Finally, he pulled out, dragged her to the floor, and emptied his hot seed all over her chest and face, the thick streams of cum coating her breasts in a glistening layer. His huge load dripping from her chin. She lay there panting, covered in his essence and completely satisfied by their passionate encounter, licking and sucking his cock clean.

She stood, and their bodies collapsed onto the desk, their breathing ragged and hearts pounding in their chests. Sweat coated their naked bodies, mingling with the evidence of their passion. Mr. Smithson tenderly wiped the wetness from Bethia's brow, his expression softening as he looked into her eyes. He couldn't believe what they had just done, but at that moment, nothing else mattered but their shared connection.

"That... that was...", she gasped, struggling to catch her breath.

"Incredible," he finished, his voice hoarse from exertion.

They remained entangled for several minutes, their pulses slowly coming to normal and their breathing evening out. The room was silent, save for the sound of their labored breaths and the ticking of a nearby clock on the wall.