tigersaint

the nineteenth night:

he's been taking photographs of my face while he fucks me. he holds the camera at angles and the flash goes off blinding me momentarily, making me dizzy. sometimes he misses me entirely, our rhythm throwing my face out of frame, but in many you can see everything, my face, the sweat, his cum, bite marks on my cheeks and throat. in some of the pictures you can see him kissing me, in some you see his hand covering my mouth, or me sucking on his fingers, biting his lips. winking at the camera while i bite and suck on his earlobe, raising my head up and trying to take the medal he wears around his neck into my mouth, pulling him by it's chain back down onto me, to cover me completely.

burying my face in his chest to hide from the flash.