Sexy photographer

I'm shooting two lovers who already moved past any politeness. Peaches had her mouth on Bambi, tongue circling like she meant to finish fast. Their skin shone under hot lights. Bambi kept twisting, breath stuttering, thighs jumping at every flick. I knelt lower, lens clicking, heartbeat so loud it felt rude. My silk shirt stuck. I realized I wanted in. Dropped the camera, slipped two fingers inside Peaches while Bambi watched. Warm. Slick. No telling which moan was hers and which was mine. They pulled me closer, and I went. Underwear vanished. Skin on skin, wet, rough. Peaches twisted to kiss my breast, teeth dragging. Bambi slid lower and took what she could of me, the flat of her tongue slow. I rode her face, hard. Sweat ran between us. We sounded greedy, loud. The lens lay on the rug, forgotten.