(As told by Sabrina Russo)

The idea was to record and take photos without posing statically for two hours. Earning money for posing and letting myself be kissed wasn't a big deal, considering where I come from. I could even refuse to be kissed on the lips—something some tried to do, but without any luck.

(As told by Sabrina Russo)

One of them—the one I saw the most—was the boss's best friend. Even though he knew I wasn't going to kiss anyone, he didn't try to go for my mouth like the others did. I know he was dying to kiss me, but he was holding out, trying to wear down my resolve and 'force' me to be the one to kiss him.

- Haha! Poor old man!

But suddenly, he gave me a little tickle and made me smile. He wanted me to be less tense. Well, he managed to break the ice, and I let my guard down a bit.

- But kissing you...? No way, you cheeky old man! Hahaha!

After playing with me for a while, the old man started to irritate the photographer, who knew the old guy wasn't going to get anywhere, yet he was still getting his spit all over me like a dog in heat. I wasn't just looking at the camera; I was watching the photographer's reaction the whole time. I noticed he wasn't prepared for this kind of work, as the bulge in his pants gave him away.

(As told by Sabrina Russo)

Almost everyone had already left, and Tatiana was waiting for me in the car. It was up to me to stop everything and leave the old man just as frustrated as the rest. But I saw a potential in myself that I didn't have when I was doing comics, where I only played a role and nothing more. Here, I actually had power.

And seeing that the man had good breath, was clean-shaven, and hadn't tried to force a kiss (even though it was obvious he wanted to)... I gave him the winning ticket. I turned my face while he was kissing my cheek for the millionth time and... his lips finally found mine. I think I heard the photographer's camera hit the floor (or rather, it was his jaw dropping) when he saw that the old man was finally kissing me.

(As told by Sabrina Russo)

In the end, our kiss wasn't just photographed; it was filmed. The photographer had gone from disbelief to pure excitement. Haha! 😅

But after several minutes of kissing, he guided my hand to his crotch.

• Wait...! Aaahh! Aaaahh! Slurb! We aren't going to...

• To what? Slurb! Slurb!

• To... Slurb! Slurb! Ahh... fuck.

• Look at me! Slurb! Aren't you a good girl?

• Slurb! Slurb! Yes, but...! Slurb! Slurb!

I noticed the photographer's eyes were wide as saucers, watching my hand squeeze that huge cock that I was starting to crave.

But suddenly, I heard Tatiana’s scream.

What the fuck...?!!!😡

(As told by Sabrina Russo)

Did you all think it was going to end like this? No, I’m not on vacation; it’s just a photoshoot for a magazine. As for whether there was sex? Tatiana wasn't going to allow it, but my partner already suspected as much, so he settled for having me naked just for him. He couldn’t complain—he was the only one who got to kiss me, and now he doesn't just see me naked, but he even got to interact with me for the magazine. But with how naughty I am, you know Tatiana won't be able to watch me all day. Haha! 🍄