~*MIA*~

I looked at him through half-lidded eyes, watching the way he held the camera up to his face, the way the lens angled toward me.

Though the camera hid his expression, I could make out the line of his jaw, the way his throat moved as he swallowed.

A slow thrill ran through me as I opened my legs wider, letting him see exactly what he was about to capture.

The G-string was thin, barely a whisper of fabric, and I knew with the way I was positioned, with the way the light fell, that the soft folds of my pussy were almost visible, just barely contained by the...