Preserved Beauty

Candy Waist and Nicole Vice lounged on silk sheets with a small digital camera. Their laughter turned heavier. Candy lifts her shirt first, bare breasts catching the afternoon light. Nicole watches, then does the same, dark nipples already tight. She slides the camera closer. The two trade slow kisses that deepen fast. Candy’s fingers hook the waistband of Nicole’s panties and pull them aside. Nicole opens her legs without hesitation. Candy drops to her stomach between those thighs and drags her tongue up the wet slit in one long stroke. Nicole grabs the camera with one shaky hand and holds it low so it records every lick. Their breath grows louder. Candy’s free hand strokes her own clit while her mouth works Nicole. They shift, moving into a loose sixty-nine. They lose count of time. The camera keeps rolling as hips rock and fingers plunge. Sweat beads on skin. Wet sounds mix with small, broken gasps. By the time they are done the card is full and their thighs shake.