Monday
Heath arranged the spill of Aislen’s hair over the edge of the mattress. “When I tell you…” He said, sliding his hand under her back. “I want you to lift here, and your leg,” he adjusted the position. “Here.” He stepped back and ran his eye over her and Cameron. “Yes, that…” He was breathing heavily.
Aislen smirked. “Gets you off.”
“It does,” his smile was wry. “As does looking at the images after.”
“Well, let’s make these worth wanking over,” she gestured come hither with her fingers to Cameron. “You know where I want your lips, handsome,” she purred up at him. “Like you promised, an orgasm for each photo.”
“That’s not quite how the game was intended. We’re supposed to be in charge,” Cameron braced his arms over her. Heath snapped a photo startling them both, and then a second
