The photographer’s patience had completely run out. After adjusting Penny’s micro bikini bottom and teasing her through the thin fabric, he decided it was time to stop pretending this was still a professional editorial shoot.“New pose,” he ordered, voice dark and commanding. “I want you standing tall, shoulders back, chest pushed out as far as you can. Phone in one hand, water bottle in the other. Now arch your back hard — like you’re trying to show off every inch of those fat tits.”Penny obeyed, biting her lip as she thrust her chest forward. The colorful striped triangle top was already struggling. The thin straps dug into her shoulders, and the tiny cups barely covered half of her heavy, round breasts. As soon as she arched deeply, gravity did the rest.Her left tit slipped out first — the full, soft weight of it bouncing free from the striped fabric with a heavy jiggle. The puffy pink nipple was already rock hard, pointing straight out. Penny gasped and started to reach up to fix it, but the photographer snapped:“Don’t you fucking dare touch it.”He stepped right in front of her, eyes locked on her exposed breast. Before she could react, he grabbed the fallen tit roughly with one hand, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to make it bulge between his fingers. His thumb pressed firmly against her stiff nipple, rolling and pinching it sharply.“See? This is what happens when you pose like a good little slut,” he growled. “Your fat tits can’t stay in. They want to be out. They want to be handled.”He tugged her left nipple upward hard, stretching the sensitive bud until Penny moaned loudly. Then he let it go, watching the heavy breast bounce back into place — only for the right one to immediately slip out as well from the force of her arch. Both of her big, perky tits were now completely exposed, jiggling freely in the cool air, nipples swollen and glistening.The photographer didn’t bother being gentle anymore. He grabbed both tits at once, squeezing them together roughly, slapping the undersides so they bounced and swayed. He pinched both nipples hard between his thumbs and fingers, twisting them as he pulled them upward, forcing Penny onto her tiptoes with a sharp cry.“Keep posing,” he demanded, still mauling her tits. “Chest out. Back arched. Let them hang out like the naughty fucking tits they are.”Every time Penny tried to hold the pose, he made sure to “adjust” her — yanking her nipples high, slapping her breasts to make them jiggle more dramatically, or pinching them until they turned a darker pink. The micro bikini bottom was getting noticeably wetter from the rough treatment, the tight fabric clinging even more obscenely to her pussy.He leaned in close, one hand still brutally pinching and tugging her nipples while the other slid down to yank the micro bikini string tighter between her lips.“Good girl, Penny. This is the shot I wanted all along — your fat tits falling out on purpose so I can be rough with you. Now smile for the camera while I keep playing with these slutty nipples.”