Anna Polina’s Steamy Session With Her Photographer Turns Wild

She thanked me, I told her it was my pleasure and with one last smile we walked off in opposite directions. I made a point of looking around, paused inches from her cheek and then whispered quietly, slowly, confidently, ‘I want to see you naked and lick every single inch of your body, very, very slowly’. Hearing movement behind her she suddenly clamped her thighs shut, looked around the bar and then clearly suddenly less confident she tried to pull back. She clearly seemed to enjoy having me look at her cleavage and used every opportunity to lean forward, exposing more breast while sucking the ketchup slowly from each chip. I walked to Russel Square tube before sitting on the train and realised that I had just had one the most intense, impersonal, instantaneous sexual experience of my life.