Vague artistic license

"I...uh...sorry it's just...artistic license?" you hope neither girl picks up on the inflection at the end as you try to think of something. "I wanted to capture something a little more raw is all."

"Then why the fuck did you put the camera down? And why would you have to fuck my mouth at all let alone so hard?" Beth demands. She scrambles up to a standing position and you try not to ogle her naked body. You blank and for a second see your world crumble. Beth will hate you for this and Eve will say you **** her friend into a throatpie. Eve will break up with you, find some other guy, and fuck his brains out for the rest of their lives.

"Beth...shhh...it's ok. He's right, art can get messy and raw emotion always comes out best no matter the medium. None of the modeling I've done for my classes seems to go as planned but the stuff we're doing really is amazing," Eve surprises you by supporting you. "Art's never been about rigidity, the best artists are more go-with-the-flow, and John is definitely going to be one of the best."

Eve actually wraps herself around your left arm and kisses your cheek. You can smell Beth's pussy on her breath and your cock pulses weakly. All you can do is nod in agreement.

Beth stands there for a second contemplating, looking angry still, glancing at your cock that she as a lesbian never wanted anywhere near her. She gathers what stuff she had and storms off out of the studio.