Shawn didn't waste any more words. He pulled her up to stand in front of him, then hooked his fingers under the hem of her white t-shirt. With a single, smooth motion, he lifted it over her head and tossed it aside.
Her simple white bra was revealed next. Unlike the delicate lace she wore at the shoot, this one was plain cotton, functional rather than decorative.
But Shawn didn't seem to mind. He admired the sight for a moment, his gaze trailing from her collarbones down to the swell of her breasts and the line of her cleavage.
They were big and round, straining against the fabric.
"You're even more beautiful up close," Shawn whispered while he moved behind her.
Layra shivered when he breathed against her neck. She remained still as he brought his hands around to her front, unbuttoning her jeans. The zipper followed with a soft hiss, and then he pushed the denim down her hips.
As he did that, Shawn knelt behind her, his face close to her ass. He let her jeans pool around her ankles, and Layra stepped out of them with one foot, then the other.
Now she stood before him in just her matching set of plain white underwear, her skin flushed from his attention.
The way the fabric hugged her ass made Shawn's cock twitch in his pants. He could clearly see the outline of her cheeks, and the way the thin material disappeared between them. He reached out and ran a finger along that line, from the small of her back down to where the fabric ended.
"Ah... Shawn, don't touch me like that. You said you only wanted to see the poses and remove my clothes." Layra tried to turn and face him, but Shawn held her in place with a firm grip on her hips.
"I did, but I can't help it. You have a nice ass, Layra. So round and firm. It's asking to be squeezed and spanked." Shawn's other hand came up to cup her left cheek, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. "Has anyone ever told you that?"
Layra's mind went blank at the sudden, intimate touch. Not to mention, the way he was talking about her ass. It was crude, but for some reason, it didn't offend her. Instead, it made a strange warmth spread through her lower belly.
"Shawn, if you don't stop now, I won't continue with the poses." Layra tried to sound firm, but her voice came out in a breathless whisper.
Instead of listening to her, Shawn chuckled and gave her ass a light squeeze. "Don't worry, I'm just appreciating what's in front of me. I still want to see you pose. But first..." He stood up and unclasped her bra. The hooks came apart with a soft click.
Then he slid the straps down her shoulders and tossed the garment aside.
Layra's breasts spilled out, their size and shape even more impressive without the constraint of the bra.
They were full and round, with large, pink areolas and nipples that were already hardening from the cool air and Shawn's attention. He watched as they bounced slightly with the movement, mesmerized by the sight.
Then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, revealing her nakedness to him.
Unlike her breasts, which had been visible at the photoshoot, this was the first time he was seeing her most intimate area up close.
She was completely bare down there, the skin smooth and soft-looking. Her pussy lips were plump and slightly parted, revealing a hint of the pink flesh inside. And at the top, her clit peeked out from under its hood, small but prominent.
"Fuck..." Shawn breathed, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight. "You're completely bare. I thought you would have some hair down there, but you're completely smooth."
Layra's face burned with embarrassment. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but Shawn stopped her.
"No. Don't hide. I want to see all of you." His hands came up to cup her breasts, their weight settling into his palms. He brushed his thumbs over her nipples, making them even harder. "You have perfect tits, Layra. So big and soft. I can't wait to feel them wrapped around my cock."
"Shawn, enough!" Layra pushed his hands away and took a step back, her hands hiding her breasts and pussy. "You're taking things too far. And I didn't remove my thong at the photoshoot, so why did you remove my panties?"
At her words, Shawn didn't answer. Instead, he just grinned and pulled out his phone from his pocket. With a few taps, he opened the camera app and focused it on her.
"Alright, then. Since you won't let me touch you, let's just proceed with the poses. And I'll be your photographer."
Layra's eyes widened at the sight of the phone pointed at her. "Wait! What are you doing? I never agreed to this!"
"Oh, but you did, Layra. You agreed to recreate the poses from the photoshoot. And I am your photographer now." Shawn took a few steps back, keeping the phone trained on her. "Besides, these pictures are just for me. No one else will see them. They're my personal collection of you."
A fresh wave of embarrassment washed over Layra at the thought of him having pictures of her naked body. But what could she do? She was already naked in front of him, and he had already seen everything. What difference would a few pictures make?
"You're unbelievable," Layra sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Fine. But no touching. And you promise to not share these with anyone?"
"I promise, Layra. They're just for my eyes only." Shawn's grin widened as he framed a shot. "Now, let's begin. Start with the pose where you were on the chair, leaning backward with your hands behind your head and legs crossed. I want to see your breasts and armpits along with the way your thighs press together."