Let Me Take Your Soul

These two hot little babes strolled in wearing schoolgirl uniforms, tiny skirts barely covering their asses. The blonde photographer, Christina, set up her camera while they flashed innocent smiles. She snapped the first shot and froze. In the viewfinder they were already going at it, mouths locked, hands everywhere. She blinked hard, looked over the camera and there they sat, legs crossed like nothing happened. Christina ducked under the sheet again and hit the shutter. Same thing. Alexa had her face buried between Kate’s thighs, licking that shaved little slit like it owed her money. Feet too. Tiny, bare, toes curled while Kate moaned. They switched to scissors, grinding their wet pussies together, slick and shiny, rocking like they’d practiced it a hundred times. The brunette climbed up, dropped her cunt on Alexa’s tongue, and rode it until she came, shaking. Then she spun around and they sixty-nined, licking each other fast and sloppy, hips bucking. Alexa’s tight ass bounced on Kate’s face until she soaked her lips and chin. Christina kept staring through the lens, heart pounding. When she finally looked up, the girls were back on the couch, prim and sweet. She told them they could leave. The second the door closed she sat in their spot and took a shot of herself. The camera clicked and suddenly she was naked between them, their tongues on her tits, fingers sliding inside her, pulling her deeper into whatever the fuck this was. No escape. They weren’t done with her yet.