Shameless Frame

Victor sets his camera down. Lana still holds her pose, bare skin bathed in soft light, brunette hair tumbling over one shoulder. He crosses the studio in two strides and she meets him halfway, lips already parting. She drops to her knees, eyes locked on his, and takes him into her mouth, slow at first, then deeper, her tongue working in eager, wet strokes until his breath catches. He grips her hair, thrusts once, twice, fucking her face with smooth, measured force. When he pulls free, a thin strand of spit glistens between them. He lifts her, bends her over the table, and drives into her from behind, hips snapping hard. The studio echoes with skin meeting skin. He keeps her right there, pinned and open, pounding until his rhythm falters. At the last moment he spins her, paints her face with thick, hot stripes that drip from her lashes to her lips, and Lana licks the corner of her mouth, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.