Let Me Take Your Soul

Alexa and Kate came for the shoot in little school dresses, skirts so short they barely covered anything. The blonde behind the lens smiled, checked her frame, and froze. In the viewfinder the girls were already going at it, mouths on each other, hands everywhere. She blinked. They sat straight, skirts neat, legs crossed, innocent. She tried again. Same thing. Alexa’s tongue sliding over Kate’s smooth, pink slit while Kate sucked her own toes, eyes rolling back. They switched to scissors, hips rocking, wet cunts kissing loud enough to echo off the backdrops. Kate climbed over Alexa’s face and let her lick until she shook and came on her tongue. Then sixty-nine. Tongues flicking, saliva dripping, every thrust wet and filthy. Alexa ground down hard on Kate’s mouth until her own orgasm spilled over those pretty lips. Still kissing, still hungry. Christina lowered the camera. The girls waited, legs folded, smiling sweet. She told them to leave. Later she sat where they’d sat, raised the camera, fired the shot. The studio vanished. She was naked between them now, Kate’s mouth at her breast, Alexa’s tongue already buried between her thighs. Hands held her open. She felt their breath, their heat. There was no exit. She didn’t want one.