The command landed like a hand between her shoulder blades.

"Phei…" Sierra's voice was a low, velvet warning laced with pure heat—half behave, half don't you dare stop.

But Maddie was already obeying, thumbs hooked in the flimsy white strings, already sliding the soaked scrap of lace down her golden thighs with a deliberate, teasing slowness.

The fabric peeled away from her cunt with a soft, wet sound, clinging for a moment to her swollen lips before dropping to the floor.

She stepped out of it daintily, then stood there—completely, absolutely, devastatingly naked—bathed in afternoon sunlight streaming through the massive windows.

How is she a virgin and this fucking bold? He wondered.

Her pussy was bare. Waxed baby-smooth, not a single stray hair to hide anything. The skin there looked impossibly soft—pale and flawless except for the deep flush that had crept over her mound and down the insides of her lips like spilled wine.

Pink and perfect and obscenely glistening.

Her outer lips were plump, swollen from how long she'd been aching, parted just enough—barely an inch—that the slick, rosy inner folds showed themselves shamelessly. They were darker than the rest of her, flushed almost crimson, shining wet like they'd been lacquered.

Every tiny movement of her hips made them quiver and cling together for a heartbeat before separating again with a soft, wet sound only she could hear.

Her clit peeked out at the top—small, tight, a glossy little pearl already so engorged it looked ready to burst. It throbbed visibly, pulsing in time with her ragged breathing, each beat sending a fresh bead of arousal rolling down from her slit.

A thin, creamy strand of slick stretched from her entrance to the crumpled thong still tangled around one ankle—long and glistening, swaying gently like a spider's thread every time she shifted her weight.

Proof she'd been leaking for him long before the bra even came off.

She stood with her feet shoulder-width apart now, thighs trembling just enough to make the light catch every wet highlight. Her hands hovered uselessly at her sides—no covering, no shielding—just letting him look.

Letting him see how her pussy clenched on nothing, how the little hole fluttered like it was begging to be filled.

He hadn't fucked her yet—hadn't buried his cock in that greedy, untouched cunt—but looking at the way it clenched visibly under his gaze, pulsing and weeping, he was damn sure she wasn't surviving the rest of today without it.

Her pussy fluttered again, a tiny, involuntary contraction that pulled a fresh trickle of slick from deep inside. It slid down the seam of her lips, slow and deliberate, before pooling at her perineum and then—fuck—continuing its lazy path toward the tight, pink pucker of her asshole.

The little ring winked once, reflexive, like it knew it was being watched too.

"Is this enough?" she asked, voice suddenly smaller, raw, vulnerable in a way the usual chaos demon never allowed. Her thighs trembled—small, helpless shivers running up the insides of her legs. "Am I doing okay?"

Phei lowered the camera for a heartbeat, throat tight. The shutter had already captured half a dozen frames of her like this—spread, dripping, desperate—but hearing that crack in her voice hit him somewhere low and possessive.

"You're perfect," he rasped, the words scraping out rougher than he meant. "Now spread your legs a little wider. I want everything."

Maddie's moan was soft, desperate, audible across the room—like the command had reached inside her ribs and squeezed.

She shifted her stance immediately. Feet sliding apart on the hardwood, knees bending just enough to tilt her pelvis forward.

Her hands stayed at her sides, fingers curling into loose fists as if she was fighting the urge to touch herself. Thighs parted wider—wide enough that the cool air of the room kissed her soaked folds and made her gasp.

Everything was on display now.

Her outer lips peeled back fully, revealing the flushed, swollen inner petals like wet silk. They clung together for a second before separating with a soft, obscene sound—slick strings stretching and breaking between them.

Her entrance fluttered open and closed in tiny, hungry spasms, the dark pink inside glistening so heavily it looked lacquered.

Another thick bead of arousal welled up right at her opening, hesitated, then rolled out in a slow, viscous slide. It traced down her perineum, circled the rim of her asshole—making that tight little star twitch again—before dripping free and landing in a small, shining pool on the floor beneath her.

Click. Click. Click.

The shutter snapped once, twice, three times in quick succession—capturing the exact moment the droplet fell, the way her clit throbbed visibly in response, the helpless little clench of her whole cunt like it was trying to pull something—anything—inside.

Maddie's breath hitched into a whine.

"Phei…" Her voice cracked again, smaller still. "It's—fuck—it's aching so bad. Every time the shutter clicks I feel it right here—" One trembling hand drifted toward her lower belly, not quite touching, just hovering. "Like you're already fucking me with the lens."

He chuckled at her exaggeration.

Phei stepped closer, lens still trained on her, framing her from mid-thigh up so nothing was hidden.

"Hands behind your back," he said quietly. "Arch for me. Push that pretty cunt out like you're begging for the next shot."

She obeyed so fast it looked painful—wrists crossing at the small of her back, shoulders rolling, chest thrusting forward while her hips canted up and out. The movement made her lips spread even wider; her clit stood fully exposed now, glistening and straining, begging for contact it wasn't going to get yet.

Click.

Another bead welled up—thicker this time—sliding down in a slow, shining trail that painted her asshole glossy before it dripped away.

"God yes," she whispered, eyes glassy, cheeks flaming. "Keep going. Please don't stop. I want—I want every picture to show how much I need you inside me."

****

They moved through the penthouse like a slow-burning erotic fever dream.

The bathroom next. Candles flickered everywhere, casting gold and shadow across marble.

Sierra sank into the deep tub first, rose petals floating on the water like offerings. The surface did nothing to hide her—her heavy tits broke the waterline, nipples dark and stiff, water lapping at the undersides.

Lower, her thighs parted just enough to show the shadowed cleft of her cunt beneath the ripples, lips swollen and slick even underwater.

She rose slowly, dripping, water streaming in rivulets down her body—over collarbones, between her breasts, tracing the curve of her waist, dripping from the bare mound of her pussy in thick drops that mixed with her own arousal.

Click. Click. Click.

Maddie had redressed in the white lace just to strip again, slower this time, perched on the tub's marble edge with her feet trailing in the water. The sheer bra came off first—pink nipples bouncing free, hard and begging.

Then the thong, peeled away inch by inch, revealing her smooth, dripping slit in excruciating detail: outer lips puffy, inner folds dark pink and soaked, clit swollen and shiny, entrance fluttering as cool air hit it.

Click.

She slid into the water with a gasp, then rose like a pornographic goddess—water cascading off her perky tits, nipples tight from the temperature change, running in sheets down her flat stomach to pour from her bare cunt lips, which parted naturally as she stood, giving the lens a perfect view of her tight hole clenching around nothing.

Click. Click.

**

Then the bedroom.

The room was dim and decadent—midnight silk sheets spilling across a massive bed like spilled ink, catching the low golden glow from a single lamp on the nightstand. Heavy curtains blocked most of the afternoon light, turning everything soft, intimate, almost conspiratorial.

Sierra sprawled across the sheets first, dark hair fanned out like a halo of shadows. Completely naked, no hesitation, no coy covering. Her thighs fell open without shame, knees bent and feet planted wide, exposing her cunt in brutal, unapologetic detail.

Lips thick and flushed deep rose, swollen from whatever teasing had happened earlier. Inner petals spread and glistening like wet petals after rain, darker at the center where her arousal had pooled.

Her clit protruded proudly—engorged, glossy, begging for attention it wasn't getting yet.

The entrance itself was slick and slightly gaped from earlier use, a slow, creamy trickle of arousal leaking out in a lazy rivulet, soaking into the silk beneath her ass and leaving a dark, shining stain.

Click.

The shutter caught it all—the slow seep, the tiny flutter of her inner walls, the way her clit pulsed once under the lens like it knew it was being photographed.

Maddie bounced onto the bed right after— her firm big tits bouncing in glorious chaos, pink nipples tracing wild arcs in the air as she landed with a breathless laugh. Her whole body jiggled with the impact, hair whipping, thighs slapping together before she scrambled to get closer.

Sierra's hand shot out, fingers wrapping around Maddie's slim waist and yanking her down hard against the sheets.

"Hold still." Phei ordered.

"But this is FUN!" Maddie protested, still giggling, wriggling like she couldn't decide if she wanted to escape or grind.

Phei's voice dropped to that low, dangerous purr he saved for when he meant business. "Hold still or I'm tying you to the headboard."

Sierra and Maddie froze mid-wriggle. their eyes went wide, sparkling with mischief and something darker. "…Is that a threat or a promise?"

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