Playboy Centerfolds - Episode 3

She lay back on the red velvet, thighs parted just enough to invite the eye. The photographer circled, camera clicking, catching the curve of her hip, the tight bead of her nipple catching light. She kept her gaze steady, almost bored, letting the moment stretch. When the lenses clicked away and the assistants stepped out, he locked the door. They didn't speak. He knelt between her knees and dragged his tongue slow along her slit, tasting salt and heat. She exhaled, fingers twisting in his hair. He pushed two fingers inside, curling them until her hips jerked, then sucked her clit hard. Her thighs trembled against his ears. She came quick and sharp, biting her lip to keep from crying out. He stood, unzipped, and slid into her while she was still pulsing. Each thrust was deliberate. The camera stayed on the tripod, lens fogged, untouched.