I show ample mercy to Beatrix.

The photographer has flushed such an exquisite shade of red from all the humiliation I’ve heaped onto her so far, and it’s music to my ears when she moans. “Oh my God, please~! Let me, let me… oOohh~ Let me cum!”

Gliding my fingers out of Ruby’s dripping snatch while she begs for release, I give the tiny redhead a kiss and tell her, “You‘ll be second, your friend here ‘cums’ first.”

Snapping Beatrix’s no-nonsense garters against her long, wobbling thighs as a warm up, the spindly lady feels me wrap around her like a cobra; hands crawling all over her delicate breasts, and my denim-covered cock grinding into her bare ass from behind. Her glasses slip out of place between gasping moans, and I start kissing, nibbling and sucking on her neck while one of my hands winds its way south to the wetlands of her slit.

This poor woman’s been at the edge for so long I barely have to finger her before I can see Beatrix biting her lips, and squeezing her eyes shut. A tweak of her throbbing clit, and a great big kiss to her flushed neck is all it takes to push her over that cliff called orgasm.

She collapses into me in her high heels, howls with ecstasy, and actually squirts during her long-awaited climax; seemingly no longer concerned with appearances or humiliation, the leggy brunette rubs her thighs around my hand and moans to the rhythm of my touch. Beatrix rides that high for as long as she can, and once she finally goes limp, I adjust her glasses; giving the nerdy woman a demure kiss before I present her naked body to the crowd once again.

Fareehah blushes so hard at the sight she doubles over, with Camilla soon joining her.

Beatrix straight up faints from embarrassment when she takes another peep at the ocean of cameras, which is actually kinda funny. But hey, at least she’s smiling, unlike her much, much shorter friend— who’s still waiting on that orgasm with her pussy out.

Ruby makes a whimpering sound and whines, “Hey! Isn’t it my turn to cum? Please?!”

After draping Bea’s stolen jacket over the brunette’s teensy exposed tits, I turn back to Miss Byrne and tuck both thumbs into my low-riding jeans to expose everything expect my penis, and say to the beet-red girl, “Well, Rubes, you’ve been so awfully patient…”

Her thirsty, green eyes dart south at the sight, and Ruby bites her lips as I tease, “I figured maybe…”