Playmates! - Episode 32

She steps out of the robe like she's leaving the day behind her. Light hits her shoulders first, then the curve of her breasts, and the man behind the lens tries not to breathe too loudly. She leans against the white wall, nipples tightening from the cool surface, and tilts her chin down so her lashes cast shadows over her cheekbones. The photographer calls for a stretch. She raises both arms above her head, ribs showing, belly taut, the line of her waist cutting sharp against the backdrop. Her thighs part just enough for balance. Someone clears their throat. She turns, spine straight, ass lifted, and glances back over one shoulder. A single finger traces the cleft between her cheeks before she laughs at the idea of it. They move her to the bed next. Silk sheets bunch under her knees. She drops onto all fours, back arched, cunt visible between parted legs, already glossy. The camera clicks faster. A hand reaches in to adjust a strap of light; fingers brush the inside of her thigh and she presses into the touch without thinking. They ask her to roll over. She does. Spreads wider. The air feels thick. Her nipples stand dark and tight. She runs two fingers along her slit, slow, almost absent-minded, collecting the slick and bringing it up to her mouth. Tastes herself while the shutter fires. Sweat beads at her hairline. The room smells like her now. She smiles into the lens, lazy and wicked, like she knows exactly what the photos will do to whoever looks at them later.