Caught Snapping

Freya Mayer was playing with her phone, snapping pictures of her face, then shifting the camera lower. The shots grew bolder each time. Lana Roy had been watching from the doorway. She stepped in, caught red-handed, and didn't look away. Freya turned, phone still in hand, and the silence snapped. Lana moved first. She slid her fingers over Freya's breasts, testing weight and warmth, then pulled the fabric down so the nipples stood bare. Freya answered by lifting Lana's skirt, pushing two fingers straight into her. They traded the phone back and forth, framing shots of slick skin, open legs, and trembling thighs. Blond hair spilled over dark as they leaned into each other, mouths brushing nipples, hips rolling against the other's hand. The screen lit up with every fresh picture, catching the wet shine between them.