Let Me Take Your Soul

Two hot girls in short plaid skirts thought a cute photo shoot sounded like a swell way to say thank-you. The blonde mom-type photographer, Christina, ushered them in with a wink and checked her lens. Through the viewfinder she saw the "schoolgirls" naked, legs tangled, licking each other silly. Blink. They were back in their seats, all angel smiles. Blink again: tongues on shaved slits, tiny feet in the air. She ducked under the dark cloth like a magician, yet every snap showed the same dirty scene: scissoring hips, slick sounds, loud little gasps, Kate riding Alexa’s tongue, blonde curls bouncing, juices shining. Once the camera clicked again the girls looked innocent as church mice. Christina, baffled, shooed them out. Alone, she snapped a test shot of the empty chairs and the room melted. Suddenly she was nude between the two wild things, their mouths on her tits, fingers spreading her open, dragging her deeper into the magic she thought she’d only seen through glass.