Let Me Take Your Soul

The two girls step into the studio in matching school dresses and flirty little skirts. Christina’s blonde hair catches the light when she bends over the camera. She raises it, focuses, clicks. Through the lens she sees Alexa and Kate already tangled together. Her breath catches. She looks over the top of the lens; they’re still seated, innocent smiles in place. She ducks back under the black cloth. This time Alexa is on her knees, tongue gliding over Kate’s smooth, shaved lips, then down to the brunette’s dainty foot, sucking each toe. The camera clicks again. Now they’re scissoring, hips rocking, slick pussies sliding against each other with wet, steady friction. Kate climbs higher, straddles Alexa’s face, and grinds until she comes with a sharp cry. Then she flips, lowers her own mouth, and the girls devour each other in a sixty-nine, tongues working in hungry rhythm. Alexa rolls her hips, rides Kate’s mouth until her own climax breaks across those parted lips. They kiss hard, swapping the taste, already hungry again. Christina stays frozen behind the camera. The girls rise, straighten their skirts, thank her politely, and leave. Alone, Christina sits exactly where they sat. She lifts the camera, takes her own picture. Heat rushes through her. Suddenly she’s naked between them, their mouths and fingers all over her skin, pulling her deeper into whatever spell the lens captured.