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     “Take some pictures of me,” she whispered.
     “What?”
     “Take some pictures of me.”
     “Pictures?” I paused, unsure if I had heard correctly. She crawled out from
underneath me and turned on the ceiling light. I watched her as she moved around the room,
looking for something. She was topless, and I watched her beautiful titties bounce around
as she walked. She was still wearing her g-string, a T-bar style piece that was barely
worth wearing at all; except it was because it turned me on like nothing before. It rode
right up her ass, and I liked to push it to the side while I did her from behind whilst
pulling the sides right up, so the front part rubbed against her clit. 
     “Here,” she shoved a digital camera into her hand. It was one of the earlier models;
a chunky one with a small screen. 
     “Why do you want to do this?” I asked.
     “Don’t you want to?”	
     “I’m not complaining.”
     She propped herself up against the pillows, legs splayed. Her panties slipped to the
side, leaving everything on show. She stared straight at me with a dirty come-fuck-me look
on her face, so I snapped the shot. No sooner had I taken it than she flipped over and
shoved her ass into the camera, leaning so far over that her pussy was in the shot as
well. She reached up behind her and with two fingers, opened her lips so that her slippery
hole was on show. 
     “Oh, baby,” I snapped the shot.	
     She posed several more times, not afraid to have everything on display. 
     “I hope you’re gonna jerk off over these,” she told me.
     “You got that right,” I murmured, whilst taking the shot of her groping her chest
with one hand and poking herself with the other. 
     I finished the job after the photo-shoot, and although I had always been obsessed
with the way Charli so loudly projected her signs of enjoyment, I also noted how much I
loved Brittany’s gentle moaning.