La Masturbadora

Apolonia and Carolina knew exactly what they wanted when they called Sean for the shoot. The lights popped. Flash. Silk on bare skin. Carolina straddled his thigh, bare thighs squeezed tight, her lips parted just enough for the shot. Apolonia's fingers crawled up Sean's zipper, slow, deliberate. He stayed hard. She unzipped him. Took him in her mouth. No warmup. Just wet and hungry. Carolina watched, licked her fingers, slid them between her own legs. Sean's hands roamed freely now. Gripped flesh. Pulled hair. Came the sounds of skin slapping skin. Three bodies tangled. Apolonia rode him deep while Carolina straddled his face, rocking her hips in time with each thrust. Camera on the floor. Lens catching everything. Sweat. Moans. Raw. Hungry. Position change. Now Carolina bent over, taking him from behind while Apolonia kissed her open mouth. The camera clicked again and again. Shot after shot. Every angle covered. They kept going until nobody could tell where the pictures ended and the fucking began.