Smile For The Camera

Sinn Sage grips the camera with steady hands while Victoria stands in her black cap and gown on the living-room rug. The older woman circles her slowly. Each click of the shutter pulls the cloth tighter across Victoria’s small tits. Victoria’s nipples pebble under the polyester. Sinn lowers the camera just enough to lick her lower lip. Victoria bites hers back. Nothing has to be spoken. The gown slides off one shoulder. Then the other. It puddles at her feet and leaves her in nothing but the square cap and a thin pair of white panties already clinging to a dark spot between her legs. Sinn puts the lens aside. She spreads a towel on the couch, snaps on the harness, and lines the thick silicone shaft against Victoria’s slick cunt. One smooth push parts the girl wide. Victoria gasps, arches, and grips the cushion behind her head. Sinn works in steady, deep strokes until the younger girl’s hole yields with wet, easy clicks. She pulls out and presses the rounded head against the tight star of Victoria’s asshole. The muscle blooms around the crown, stretching in shiny concentric rings until the shaft sinks home again. Sinn fucks her slowly at first, then faster, each thrust making Victoria’s rim tug outward and leave a gleaming gape that winks before the next plunge. Spit glistens on her spread cheeks. Every time the cock slips free, a thread of clear lube stretches between them before it’s shoved back inside, deeper, until Victoria’s thighs shake and the gape stays open even after Sinn finally eases out.