Out of the Frame

She walks in with that quiet confidence, camera already in hand. The lights heat the studio, and the way she moves says she knows exactly what the lens sees. Soon the shutter clicks mix with softer sounds as clothes come off. She bends, spreads, offers. The photographer steps close, fingers turning to grips, breath turning rough. The assistant slips in behind her, steady hands and steady pressure, until the room fills with the wet, rhythmic sound of two bodies taking her at once. Her voice climbs, her body rocks, and the whole shoot collapses into pure, deep anal heat.