( Her hair's dishevelled and her cheeks are flushed, soft lips swollen and glossy when he hands her the phone. It's a wordless enough request, one she knows well, already opening the camera by the time he asks, the sound of the button pressed several times to catch the best angle and lighting of her current state.
She hands it back without really looking, her attention captured by her own reflection and how utterly forgotten the new lingerie is in favour of her arching slightly over, legs spread apart. He has full view of her like this and she feels the thrilling knot of adrenaline rushing through her. The same one that does every time they're in public and they're so without boundaries or shame, where she's his little slut who aches for nothing more than the feeling of him full inside all of her, coating her and filling her with warm, sticky seed.
A moan leaves her lips as he kisses her neck and her hips arch up against him, dragging her wetness against his cock. )
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She hands it back without really looking, her attention captured by her own reflection and how utterly forgotten the new lingerie is in favour of her arching slightly over, legs spread apart. He has full view of her like this and she feels the thrilling knot of adrenaline rushing through her. The same one that does every time they're in public and they're so without boundaries or shame, where she's his little slut who aches for nothing more than the feeling of him full inside all of her, coating her and filling her with warm, sticky seed.
A moan leaves her lips as he kisses her neck and her hips arch up against him, dragging her wetness against his cock. )