Jeremy followed April through the creaky wooden door. It only made sense that she would lead the way,

considering the only reason they were in this dilapidated house was so that April could get her shots.

Abandoned places were her favorite to photograph.

Jeremy shivered as they stepped into the old dusty space.

It was creepy and cold, but it was also neat to see the remnants of a life once lived.

He was running his fingers across the cracked kitchen counters when he realized April wasn't in the room anymore.

He followed the sound of the camera lens, up the hallway, and into an old bedroom.

April was standing in front of one of the broken windows.

Her ass hugged perfectly by her tight jeans.

April moaned, her lips buzzing together, as Jeremy surprised her from behind.

His hands wrapped around her waist as he began to kiss her neck.

"'You know, you're very distracting for this artist. Sorry, not sorry. The sun was setting outside of the house, cutting through the broken glass, dusty light filtered through,

along with the cool summer air and the smell of grass. If I had a camera, I'd photograph you.

He said into her ear, making chills run down her spine. April closed her eyes and smiled as Jeremy reached underneath her tank top to squeeze her breasts through the thin braulette.

April pulled off the camera from around her neck and put it on the windowsill.

She began to turn around to face Jeremy, but he stopped her.

No, stay like that, he said. From behind, he pulled April's top off over her head, and then quickly

did the same with the brawet. He squeezed her breasts.

They hung heavy, and he lifted them up and pressed them together. His thumbs running over her

nipples. April's breath was ragged and shallow, and Jeremy could feel

her shaking against him. He slid his hands over April's taut stomach, into the waistband of

her jeans. Jeremy kissed the back of April's neck as he unbuttoned her pants,

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