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Mammon invited you to his photoshoot innocently, seriously it wasn’t for any reason in particular. It wasn’t because he secretly always wanted to see you behind the camera or anything. It also wasn’t because he knew you’d help pick out his outfits and he’d get to take you into the dressing rooms.
Whatever the reason, he now had you pinned to the wall of the dressing room, lips attacking the sensitive skin of your neck. “We’re in public, you know.” You gasp, earning a hum from Mammon. “And?” He shoots back, teeth sinking gently into your skin. “If we get caught, I’m blaming you…”
Mammon just chuckles against your skin, hands quickly tugging down your jeans. “That’s okay, baby girl… We won’t get caught if ya can keep quiet.” Your breath comes out shaky as Mammon’s fingers push aside your panties, wasting no time plunging a finger into your wet heat. Biting your lip to suppress your moan, you let your head fall back against the wall behind you.
“Ya better be quiet for me, darlin’..” Mammon whispers against your skin, adding a second finger and pumping slowly. You let a whimper slip, pushing down on his fingers to feel him deeper. “I will, I promise.” You gasp, hands digging through his hair. Mammon chokes down a moan, teeth digging into your shoulder a little rougher than usual. He pulls his fingers out, quickly licking them clean in front of you. You flush at the sight.
Mammon reaches around your thigh, hitching you up so he can hold you against the wall. Your legs lock around his strong waist, hands still holding into his hair. You’re sure his hair will look like a mess after this, and the hair/make up team will probably be glaring at you, but you can’t seem to care as Mammon’s cock prods your entrance, his jeans opened just enough so he can fuck you.
His hands dig into your hips as he plunges his cock into your sopping cunt, a harsh shudder wrecking his body. His knees feel weak as your warmth envelops him so he stays still to regain his composure. You’re tugging hard on his hair, quiet whimpers escaping your parted lips against your will. “ Fuck, so good.” Mammon grunts softly, starting a slow pace.
Each slow drag of his cock has you shuddering, trying to hold back from making as much noise as you’d like. Mammon can tell you’re struggling, a lazy smirk on his face. “What, my cock feel that good that you’re willin’ to get caught? Ya want everyone in the building to hear ya gettin’ fucked against the wall like a greedy slut?” He breathes in your ear, his words sending shockwaves of heat down your body. You clench around his cock, causing the demon to let out a low growl.
“You’re not bein’ a very good girl… “ His voice deepens, hips snapping up in quick fashion to make you gasp. “You’re tryin’ to work me up, aren’tcha? Ya want me to lose control? Want me to carry ya out of the dressing room like this? Put that pretty, drippin’ pussy on display for everyone here, maybe we can even get in front of the camera like this.” He chuckles as you whimper, the idea equal parts arousing and embarrassing.
You can feel heat spreading through your body, all the way down to your toes as your orgasm approaches. Mammon moans softly as he feels you tightening around his cock. “I think that thought made ya even wetter, my dirty little girl. Sounds like someone wants to mess around on camera.” Mammon kisses your neck, pumping his cock in and out of you in quick thrusts. Your hands slide down to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you whine.
“M-Mammon, please…” You grind down on his cock, trying to make him slide even deeper inside. You’re biting hard on your bottom lip in an attempt to muffle yourself, orgasm quickly approaching as Mammon keeps hitting that sweet spot with his cock. “Gonna cum, princess? Ya gonna cum on my cock while you’re gettin’ fucked against the wall n’ there are people just in the other room? I bet ya like the idea that they can hear your dirty little noises.” He moans breathlessly, his own nails digging into your hips.
Your face flushes at his words, lips parting in a silent moan as you cum around his cock. Your walls clench tightly around him, causing him to slow his thrusts to delay his own orgasm for at least a few more thrusts. “Such a naughty girl, gonna fill ya up with my cum. N’ ya better not make a mess in here.” He gasps, cock pulsing deep inside you as he starts to cum. His body shudders, struggling to stay upright as he spills his seed into your cunt.
You mewl softly, feeling his paint your walls. Mammon rests his head against your shoulder for a moment to catch his breath. Slowly he lets you back down on your feet, pulling your panties back into place quickly. “I told ya, make sure ya don’t make a mess.. Your panties better keep it all in.” He says with tired smirk. He tucks his softening cock back in his pants and straightens out his clothes.
“How obvious is it?” He smiles at you, your heart fluttering softly as just how beautiful he is. “It’s uh… pretty obvious.” You flush, stepping back into your jeans. Your panties are uncomfortably wet, and you’ll still be here for a few hours but you’ll deal with it for now. Mammon pulls you into his arms and kisses you softly. “I love you, y’know. Maybe you should come to my shoots more often.” He hums, opening up the door to lead you out with him.
“I love you too, jerk. I’m not opposed to coming again… Maybe we can take a few photos next time.” Your cheeks burn red hot, especially with the look Mammon shoots you. His glare is protective, yet there's a hint of curiosity hiding behind it. “Nah,that pretty, drippin’ pussy is for my eyes only, ya hear?” He whispers in your ear, a soft laugh falling from his lips as he hears your breath hitch.