Deepika Padukone Photoshoot mein Chudai

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In the lead up to the shoot itself as they waited for Deepika to be readied by her make-up artist and stylist, him in perhaps more anticipation than others, since they were so experienced and had seen scores of desirable women come through over the years, he was put to work doing this and that. It was just simple stuff, such as getting a bottle of water for someone or finding someone to do something here or there. It seemed like an agonising length of time before the door to Deepika's dressing room opened and everyone looked round, even as they attempted to look like they were still doing their job, but it was understandable everyone wanted to see the her ready for the photo shoot. He was so stunned he almost dropped box of photographic equipment he'd been asked to move.

Deepika stepped out of her dressing room with her stylist in tow, dressed up as a saucy secretary, just putting together every possible aspect of the stereotype all at once, making everyone in the studio, male or female, want to get her to a desk and make her assume the position. He took in every tiny detail of her as she strutted towards the illuminated area for the shoot, her hair pinned up sexily, a pair of thick framed black glasses on her that just looked so goddamn sexy, unable to stop himself thinking how he'd like to give her a reason to be taking them off. Her luscious pout made her look the most kissable secretary he'd ever seen, right above her smart jacket, a thinly pinstriped black one that was small and snug, pulled in at her waist to accentuate her figure. Underneath it she wore a typical white shirt, tight linen, opened several buttons to expose the swell of her gorgeous breasts and a hint of black lace of her supporting bra. This all finished snugly at her hips, which were accentuated strongly by the tight material of her matching pinstriped pencil skirt which wrapped round her toned thighs, pulled tight over them down to mid-thigh, a split running up the side to allow a little movement. From underneath her sexy black stockings ran down her legs, wrapping them gorgeously in seamed nylon, the trademark join running up the backs of her legs to her shapely ass. Topping it off were a pair of black high heels, which made the most delightful sound on the studio floor as she strutted carefully to the staging area.

Unable to move, he unashamedly stared at her as she got into place in front of the photographers, who made their final adjustments for light sensitivity and such as her make-up artist and stylist fussed over final details, moving strands of hair here and there. They moved off and left her, Deepika giving them a thanking smile, saying something he didn't hear and settling back into position in the chair she was on, legs firmly together, glancing round the studio at everyone, who had all pretty much gone back to work as she awaited them to start, when her eyes settled on him. His heart stopped dead as their eyes met, the gorgeous young actress just considering him a moment, then looking down over herself, offering herself a view down her top and the rest of her sexy outfit, then she looked saucily back up at him from under her perfectly-shaped eyebrows, over the tops of the foxy glasses. A wicked grin spread on her cute mouth and she gave the slightest hint of an eyebrow flick as she looked at him, enough to make his cock twitch in anticipation as he was suddenly shaken back to reality, quickly moving to do what he was supposed to be with the case.

Deepika gave a little giggle to herself as she saw the effect she had on him, pondering it a moment before the director informed her he was ready to start the shoot. She immediately got to work posing as instructed, the cameras starting to click relentlessly, taking the hundreds of photographs that'd never be seen, taking hundreds when they used just a handful, picking on the best ones. But she didn't mind, she positively enjoyed it, playing up to the cameras, pouting and posing as a sex kitten, positioning her hands just right to change the way a picture would be seen, feeling a little thrill run through her as she thought of the people who would be excited just seeing these pictures in a magazine in few months. Although it may seem trashy, she enjoyed the attention she received for her looks, what girl didn't, and she felt beautiful and sexy in front of the camera.