Riding the wave.

Mari's eyes shot open, and she felt her whole body tremble. There were a few seconds when the shakes were just something small, a little quivering of the legs, but it soon spiraled into an intense, full-body spasm. It was as if her body was trying to match the movements of the vibrator inside her.

She fell flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling. If feeling the vibrator inside was enough to make her go out of her mind, penetrating herself while she rubbed circles on her clit was an entirely different league. She couldn't keep her mouth shut, but she had gone completely silent, like there was no more sound waiting in her lungs. Her moans had gone completely silent, but she could 'feel' them pressing up through her throat and out of her mouth. Over and over again, her hips bucked, like she was riding one of those mechanical bulls in a country bar. Marigold couldn't imagine what her girlfriends would have said if they saw her bucking like this. Somehow, though, she wasn't against the idea of them finding out...

The camera flashed, and Mari could hear Harry muttering to himself. "Yes," he said. "That's fucking fantastic. You're looking incredible, Marigold." Mari couldn't see his face, and so she couldn't know what she was planning, but it was obvious that he was looking more than pleased with himself and not just because of the show that Mari was putting on for him. "Mari," he said.

Marigold pushed back against the vibrator, really giving herself a good fucking with it. "Hah," she gasped. "Oh," she said again. Her voice had returned, but it was still so difficult to respond to Harry. There just wasn't enough space in her head for both masturbation and his question. "Yes?" she **** herself to say.

"The camera can't really see you, dear," he said, grinning from ear to ear. This was his chance to change things a little and really get things how he wanted them. "Do you mind if I move a little bit closer? Just so I-- so I can get good pictures of you on your back. You look so beautiful."

Marigold couldn't argue with that. Or maybe more accurately, she didn't want to argue with that. Harry wasn't a bad guy, and his photos were just for... artistic purposes, of course. So long as he kept his hands off of her, then nothing had really changed. She was still pure. The photos Harry was taking would be a lot better if he could get better angles, after all, and sometimes a better angle required a closer photographer. Mari understood that. "Yes!" she blurted. "Yes, okay, thank you!"

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. "Oh my Gooood!" she moaned.