Love in the Studio part 1

They posed for a photographer at first, three women and a camera. Ioana and Amirah faced the lens, Ioana in quiet grace, Amirah wild and dirty. Then the little looks became fingers. Hands traced ribs and cupped breasts. Their mouths found each other, wet and greedy. Silk fell away. Legs opened wider. Hot breath. Tongues circling. The shutter clicked. Nobody cared. Cum slicked thighs, quick pulses, knuckles pressed deep until the arching backs shook. The photographer watched, caught every shiver, every slow slide in and out of slick, swollen heat.