Ananya Samrat - newly wed couple Hire a photographer for nude photos on Honeymoon

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Ananya was still pressed against Samrat, his mouth leaving her breast, both of them breathing heavily. The only sound was their ragged breaths and the sharp, decisive click-whirr-click of Kabir's camera.

Kabir: "Very good. Now, Samrat, remove your pants. Ananya, touch him down there. I want to see your hand on him." Bahut achha. Ab, Samrat, apni pant utaaro. Ananya, use neeche chhuo. Main tumhara haath us par dekhna chahta hoon.

Samrat didn't break eye contact with Ananya as he unbuckled his belt, the metallic sound loud in the silence. He kicked off his shoes and slid his trousers down, stepping out of them. He stood before them in just his underwear. Ananya’s hand, hesitant at first, moved down and rested on the strained fabric of his underwear, feeling the heat and hardness beneath.

Click. Click-click.

Kabir: "Ananya, now put your hands inside his underwear. Feel him. Samrat, react to her touch." Ananya, ab apne haath uske underwear ke andar daalo. Use mehsoos karo. Samrat, uske touch par react karo.

Ananya’s fingers slipped beneath the elastic waistband. Samrat sucked in a sharp breath as her cool fingers wrapped around his erection. His hips gave a slight, involuntary jerk forward. Kabir captured the micro-expression on Samrat's face—a mixture of shock, pleasure, and raw vulnerability.

Kabir: "Yes, that's it. Now Samrat, it's your turn. Remove her underwear. Slowly. Then, I want you to touch her ass. Cup it. Own it." Haan, bas yahi. Ab Samrat, tumhari baari. Uska underwear utaaro. Dheere se. Phir, main chahta hoon ki tum uski gaand ko chhuo. Use haathon mein bharo. Us par apna haq jatao.

Samrat’s hands moved to Ananya’s hips. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of her lace panties and slid them down her legs. She lifted one foot, then the other, to let him pull them free. She was now completely nude before them. His hands found her buttocks, squeezing gently at first, then more firmly, pulling her flush against his groin. Ananya gasped, her head falling back.

Kabir: "Perfect. Samrat, you also remove your underwear. Let me see everything." Ekdum sahi. Samrat, tum bhi apna underwear utaaro. Mujhe sab kuch dekhne do.

With one fluid motion, Samrat pushed his underwear down. He was fully, powerfully erect. There was no hiding the intensity of his arousal. The sight was primal, electrifying.
Kabir lowered his camera for a moment, his eyes intense.

Kabir: "Now... I want you to have sex. Right here. Standing. Samrat, lift her. Ananya, wrap your legs around his waist. I want to capture the moment you become one." Ab... main chahta hoon ki tum sex karo. Yahin par. Khade hokar. Samrat, use uthao. Ananya, apni taangein uski kamar se lapet lo. Main us pal ko capture karna chahta hoon jab tum ek ho jaoge.

Samrat didn't need to be told twice. He gripped Ananya by her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her arms locking around his neck. He positioned himself at her entrance, their eyes locked in a silent, urgent communication.

Kabir: "Don't look at me. Look at each other. This is for you. I'm just a witness. Now, Samrat. Enter her." Mujhe mat dekho. Ek doosre ko dekho. Yeh tumhare liye hai. Main toh bas ek gawah hoon. Ab, Samrat. Uske andar jao.

With a powerful thrust, Samrat pushed into her. Ananya cried out, a sharp, breathless sound of pure pleasure, her nails digging into his shoulders. Their bodies moved together, a raw, desperate rhythm in the stark light of the studio. The camera became a blur in their periphery, its shutter a frantic heartbeat documenting their union, capturing not just the act, but the absolute, unfiltered essence of their passion.