Start simple

Izzy stands in the middle of Marcus's room, the white micro skirt hugging her hips, the pink tube top straining against her chest. The knee-high socks catch the glow of the laptop screen, and she can still hear the faint sound of the video playing behind her — the woman's moans, the wet rhythm of skin.

Marcus gestures toward the bed, already holding his DSLR. The softbox light is set up in the corner, casting a warm, even glow across the mattress. "Start simple. Lean against the headboard, knees pulled up. Let the light hit your thighs."

She climbs onto the bed, the micro skirt riding up as she moves. She settles against the headboard, knees bent, arms resting loosely around them. The pink tube top stretches taut across her chest, and she can feel the fabric shifting with each breath. She looks at the lens, tilting her chin down slightly, and lets her lips part.

The shutter clicks a few times. Marcus moves around the bed, adjusting angles, crouching low, capturing her from the side. She follows his direction without thinking — a hand trailing down her thigh, a slow tilt of her head, a subtle arch of her back against the pillows.

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