Up close and personal: my photo album

She kept the album under lock and key. Now the lock is off. First page shows her kneeling in lace, looking over one shoulder. The next shows the lace pulled aside and her ass spread open for the lens. Every turn of the page gets a little filthier. Close shots catch the wet sheen between her lips, a finger sliding in, the slow stretch of her hole as she works another in. She lingers on the shot that catches her mid-gasp, eyes half-lidded, mouth open. By the final spread she’s on her back, knees drawn to her chest, two fingers deep while she stares straight into the camera like she’s daring it to come closer.