Page 63 of Picture Us

“Do you not like it?” Drew asked, a smirk playing at their lips.

Shaking her head, Rose swallowed. “I didn’t say that.”

Drew laughed as they went behind Rose. Their excitement was dripping down their leg, making the skin of their thighs slick as they walked. “I want you on your back.”

Rose nodded obediently and rolled over, her soft stomach facing the ceiling as she squirmed. As Drew’s eyes scanned her body, the writhing intensified. With each movement, she moaned a little more.

Her body made a slight S-shape. It perfectly captured her figure, every curve accentuated by her positioning. Drew watched the rope connecting her hands and ankles tighten across her stomach as she moved.

Even from across the room, Drew could tell the rope was tickling her skin. It was overstimulating her with every jolt, sending pleasure to her core.

Drew snapped a few more pictures of her desperate struggling. She was almost on the verge of an orgasm just from Drew watching her. Though, come to think of it, the lingering taste of Drew on her lips was certainly a contributing factor.

Coming in closer, Drew took a few closeups of her tied hands. The red ring around her forearms got darker by the second.

“Drew, please.” Rose begged.

But Drew raised an eyebrow. “Please what?”

Rolling her eyes, Rose resisted the restraints. The rope tightened under her pulling. “I need you to fuck me. I’m soaked for you.”

It was a hard request to ignore. Drew's own center was still pulsing from Rose’s tongue. With the camera in hand, Drew brought their mouth to her tied arms. The hairs on her arm began to rise, a jolt of anticipation carrying from her arm to her throat.

“This is getting cruel.” Rose whimpered.

Looking out the window, Drew knew their perfect light was limited. They only had a few more shots. And it would be a damn shame to waste the opportunity. Shaking their head, Drew laughed. “Not yet, gorgeous.”

Drew lowered down as Rose squeezed her thighs together. She squirmed against them, hiding her beautiful pussy from Drew’s lens. Pushing their finger down on the shutter button, Drew captured the desperation.

They stood up, moving on top of Rose, letting themself tower over her. “Bring your hands up over your head.”

Doing as she was told, Rose cried out with pleasure as the restraints on her hands and ankles tightened, pulling the center cord taut against her body. “Fuck.”

Drew brought their camera to their eye just as Rose’s mouth gaped open. The click of the shutter came just as Rose was whimpering for more. Her teeth bit into her lip, a deep imprint visible in the picture.

It was framed perfectly: Rose’s red locks splayed out behind her head. The rope strained, dividing her face in half. The bottom of her breasts, just barely keeping her hard nipples out of view.

The camera clicked, the film inside rewrapping itself as the roll finished.

“Just in time.” Drew smirked as the sun moved just out of the window. It took everything in their body to not just throw their camera to the ground. But instead, they set it down and walked to the bedside box full of sex toys.

Reaching inside, Drew pulled out their favorite black harness and pulled it on. They turned around, letting Rose admire the way it framed their ass. Rose had turned onto her side to watch Drew move.

As the harness was clipped into place, the straps wrapping under Drew’s ass and lifting it slightly, Rose couldn’t stop herself from moaning. “Fucking finally.”

Drew raised an eyebrow and whipped around. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I make you wait too long?”

“No fucking shit.”

With a shrug, Drew leaned down and grabbed the pink strap from inside the box. It was bigger than average, a lot for Rose to take. But by now, Drew knew exactly how much Rose could handle. “If you’re going to be brat, I won’t bother touching you.”

Rose winced as she squirmed. “No, please. That’s not what I said. I’ll take whatever you’ll give me.”

Drew smirked and came back to the bed, slipping their hands under Rose’s hips and flipping her onto her stomach. Positioned behind her on the edge of the bed, Drew lifted her hips toward themself.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Drew growled as they bent over her, their lips a few inches from her ear. As they moved, their strap lightly pressed against her entrance.

A moan ripped from her throat as she felt the silicone separate her wet folds.

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