Sylvia said, “Is your camera focused for the next photograph, the fellatio one?”
Wearily, the detective nodded, and blindly reached out of the remote cable.
“Will the picture show it when… when… you cum in my mouth?”
Shelton felt a jolt go through his half-awakened body. He nodded once more. “It might take awhile, though, for me to build up strength again.”
Sylvia wanted to get the thing over with as soon as possible. “What’s the fastest way to build you up again?” she asked.
Shelton grinned broadly. “Just suck; it will do the rest.” He watched, fascinated, as the woman lowered her head down and her golden hair fell across his stomach and her warm lips ovalled and then dropping fastened uncertainly around the head of his cock. She was inexperienced, but instinct told her what to do. The soft warm suction began and, within seconds, the miracle of resurrection had occurred.
CHAPTER TWO
Shelton had been too weary that night to develop the film; as a result, it was after two o’clock the next afternoon before he withdrew the negatives from the soup and examined them in light. As he looked at the developed film, his prick stirred to life again. Of them all, probably the best of the batch was the one where she was blowing him, he thought.
He didn’t even remember taking the picture, so lost had he been in the overpowering sensation of her lips and tongue working on his cock. The photograph showed him with his straining buttocks lifted at least a foot off the bed as he seemingly sought to jam the spurting cock deeper into her eager throat. Shining white cum squirted from between her pooched out lips. The woman’s expression was the most surprising thing about the picture. On her face was a look of sheer, unadulterated exaltation… as though she had accidentally stumbled upon the legendary Fountain of Youth.