Phei laughed—he couldn't help it. These horny girls. One was his woman now, all naked confidence while he took nude pictures of her and her childhood friend—who was as virginas they come, who'd been throwing herself at him for days with reckless, desperate want.
And now here she was, showing him every part of her body with no reservation at all. As if her spread thighs and dripping cunt were declarations louder than any words: she would let his cock split her open, break her virginity, claim every untouched inch.
If words didn't tell that much, then her actions did right now—legs parting wider on instinct, hips tilting up like an offering, pussy clenching visibly on nothing as the camera lens stayed trained on her.
He stepped around the bed, framing them both now—Sierra's dark, experienced beauty contrasted with Maddie's flushed, frantic innocence. Sierra's hand stayed possessive on Maddie's waist, thumb stroking the soft skin just above her hipbone.
