Victoria was well-aware the sheer panties hid nothing from him. She didn’t want to hide. Few things made her as aroused as being watched, being lusted for. His finger pressed the button again, capturing her lewd pose and forever committing it to memory. She’d let him keep them. Perhaps the panties, too. If he earned it. If he made her come.

“My husband won’t be home for hours, you know.” She tucked her lip between her teeth and abandoned her cigarillo in the nearby ashtray.

Teasing was over. She needed him.

Crawling over, she fetched the camera and pulled him onto the sofa. He was all too eager to let it go. His excitement was palpable, stretching between their bodies like an aura.

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