I feel like a cameraman near lions at a watering hole, compelled closer despite the danger. Her eyes stay shut and he doesn’t look at me. On some level he must want my photos to be seen by others. He must want the devastation they would cause. It is surely the ultimate egotism, to want to be pictured as you f**k? My focus is too tight to include faces. I press and hold, taking images in fast sequence, capturing the sinking of his c**k inside her, the impact and the judder through the softness of her bum. I zoom closer still, as if being nearer will allow me to feel some of what she does. He reaches forward with both hands to hold her breasts. I aim on this, close enough perhaps to blur and spoil the image, his fingertips crushing her swollen n*****s.
I think this might be where he loses
