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Safi sighed, smoke pouring from her lips. It was a brief moment of peace before she felt her phone vibrate against her thigh. She glanced at her phone and let out a heavy sigh. Just reading her mother's name always sent a shot of anxiety through her chest, but at least this time it didn't seem like she found out about her bank statement, but instead, an invitation;
> I need you to come with me to a party tonight. Caledon's investors will meet and I want to ensure their support for some of our new expansions. It is important you're there with me.
She chewed at her lip, crossing her legs up on her coffee table before tapping away at the screen, a smirk tugging at her lips, might as well make this mandatory party somewhat fun;
> Can I bring somebody?
She took another drag from her half finished cigarette, watching quietly as the little grey bubbles appeared and disappeared across her screen, then finally, that beautiful word she loves hearing;
> Yes.
Her smirk turned into a wide grin, she knew exactly who she wanted to bring. She quickly put her cigarette out in her pink and black ashtray with 'juicy' written in the middle, only slightly obscured by the slight amount of ash covering it;
> Hey dork, u busy?
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Max was in her dark room at that moment, editing photos while finishing her third cup of coffee. She was working non-stop on another project, but the second she heard her phone vibrate, it yanked her out of her focus, startling her and making her knock over her mug. Her eyes widened as it toppled over onto her keyboard and spilled the now cold liquid all over the keys, the table and her clothes, "Shit-" she mumbled, quickly holding out her hand to rewind, and few seconds later it and was like it never happened. She sighed a breath of relief, this time she was more prepared, now expecting the notification, smiling as she read Safi's name. Picking up her phone, she leaned forward on her desk and started to type;
> Well I was, but I can make an exception for you. What's up?
Max stood up from her desk, setting her phone back down beside her keyboard to stretch her arms above her head. Once she was done listening to her body crack, she grabbed her phone and mug before heading upstairs, looking down at the new text Safi sent;
> Wanna be my plus one at my mom's super snobby business party?
Max dumped the last remains of her lukewarm coffee down the drain of her kitchen sink as she typed a response;
> oh, so I get to hear about millionaires boast about their new collections that cost more than me?
> pretty much yeah.
> god…you owe me.
> hehe, love you max
> what time, and my place or yours?
> mine and at 8, bring something pretty ♡
> be there in 30 mins, see u then :)
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Safi smiled down at her phone, standing in front of her drawer set in just a black bra and matching shorts. She sent a heart emoji in response and started getting ready, pulling off her shorts and began sorting through her closet, eventually finding a dress that felt like velvet to the touch, 'hm, when did I get this?' she thought as she pulled it out of her closet and held it up, eyeing it up and down.
It was a simple, loose black dress with a low cut back. She tossed it on her bed and put her hands on her hips, wandering around her room, pondering on what else she could wear to match with such a simple dress—mostly putting in this much effort to see Max's face. She would've said no to the party otherwise if Max didn't come.
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Max had just finished her shower. She already had an outfit in mind, a short sleeve navy dress that stopped just above her knees with and a v neck. It wasn't overly eye-catching or extravagant, just how she wanted to be at a party like this, already knowing the kind of comments she might receive from unwanted onlookers, but she wanted to at least be a little eye-catching for Safi.
She dried herself off and started getting dressed, putting on a white bra matching underwear before slipping her dress on, did her makeup as quickly and as carefully as she could. She then threw on some short black heels and grabbed whatever she would need for that night, phone, bag and key. She dried off her hair a little more before walking downstairs, grabbing her jacket off the coatrack and getting into her car to drive to Safi's.
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By the time Max arrived, Safi was in her dress but was still trying to find other things that could go along with it. Her hair was down, makeup still undone, most of her jewelry was off except for her necklace, she figured she'd just do her makeup with Max. It was still early—7:32pm to be exact, so there was no need to rush, especially for a party like this. Safi never cared much for showing up on time to her mother's extravagant parties. Once she heard a knock on the door, she ran her fingers through her slightly unkept hair, smoothing it down so it at least was a little presentable, even if she wasn't done getting ready just yet;
"I thought you'd say no to a party like this, I'm surprised Caulfield," Safi grinned, her eyes looking Max up and down before pulling her into a tight squeeze, "god you look amazing.." she breathed.
Max chuckled, nuzzling her face into Safi's shoulder, hugs from Safi were always welcomed, so she enjoyed the moment for a little longer before pulling away and looking up at her.
"You're very lucky it's hard for me to say no to you, I wouldn't go through this much trouble otherwise," she smiled, closing the door behind herself and following Safi into her room. It was a little cleaner than the last time she was here, the bed was still unkept, windows slightly ajar—probably for the lingering cigarette smell that was in her apartment today, mixed with the scent of black opium perfume, and although faint, it did help with the lingering scent. Clothes were piled in her hamper, her dressers and floor were the cleanest with only the necessary things she needed on the dresser while the floor had a single rug at the foot of the bed. It was small, but cozy, somewhere Max wouldn't mind coming back to when her cabin felt a little overwhelming.
Safi began pulling out pieces of jewelry from a marble white jewelry box, a couple gold rings and bracelets, along with a simple, gold played watch her mother bought her for her birthday a few years ago, Max couldn't even imagine the cost of it when she caught a glimpse, "Awh, you dressed up all pretty just for me?" Safi asked with a smile, walking up to Max as she changed an earring.
Max's face slowly grew warm, she was always used to Safi's complements but tonight, she felt a little more shy, maybe because what she was wearing wasn't her usual comfortable attire, but Safi did make her feel pretty just by that complement alone, "you did say bring something pretty," she smiled, shoving her nervousness away.
Safi finished with her earrings and clasped her hands behind her back, standing right in front of Max—even with the heels she was just a bit shorter than her, "I did," she said with a smile, chewing on her bottom lip. Their hearts kicked against their chests with the small amount of distance between them, "I almost wanna skip the party, but…I'd lose the chance to show you off,"
Max blushed, hard. She lowered her head and scrambled for a response "I-"
Safi winked at her before pulling away, walking back over to her jewelry box, "Let's get this over with, do you need anything?"
Max watched as she fixed her makeup, slipping on her rings and fastening her watch, god she was beautiful. Her eyes glanced a little too long on her fingers, her ears heating up as well as her cheeks while her mind wandered towards dirtier thoughts, how her fingers would feel trailing down her thigh and sliding up her dress, how they'd hook into her underwear and pull them down-
"Max?" Safi asked, tilting her head to try and meet her gaze.
Goddammit.
"Huh-"
"Wanna tell me what you're lookin' at?" Safi asked with a smirk.
Max thought about rewinding. She definitely could but if she did what she was thinking about, they would not go to the party, but, she refused to do anything while they were about to leave, because she knew that if she got her chance now, there was no stopping. Instead of rewinding, she decided to talk her way out, "Nothing," Max couldn't hide her smile, part of her liked the awkwardness of the situation, feeling the tension between them was exhilarating, something she hasn't felt in years.
"you're a terrible liar," Safi chuckled as she packed up her makeup supplies and gave herself one more look in the mirror, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear before digging in the closet once more for a pair of heels.
Max ran her fingers through her hair, adjust it the best she could before turning to face Safi, who now sat on her bed to pull on her heels, "so you're driving right?" Safi asked, looking up at Max.
"Yes because the way you drive scares me," Max chuckled.
Safi gasped, "I am a safe and respectful driver!"
"You drive like we're in fast and furious."
"That's a complement, so, thank you," Safi smirked,
Max nudged her shoulder and leaned over to take her wrist, looking down at the watch that read '7:50 p.m.' and while she did, Safi's heart jumped, she felt like a teenager with a crush on Max, and the only thing on her mind was skipping the party and taking that dress off of her, but she didn't. Not until she was sure Max wanted it as much as she did.
Safi cleared her throat, "we should get going, before my mom has an aneurysm" She said, standing up and grabbing her keys, phone and bag. Max followed her out of the apartment she lived in, then to her car. Max grabbed Safi's keys and got in the car with her, starting it up while Safi pulled up the directions on her phone to the place they were supposed to go, "it's like 20-ish minutes away from here,"
"Mm, let's hope your mom doesn't freak too bad" Max hummed, pulling out of the parking lot.
The car ride was mostly quiet with Safi staring out the window, bouncing her leg and Max was not only trying to focus on the road, but also was thinking about Safi noticing her staring, should she have rewinded that? How would Safi feel if she rewinded then and knew? Should she have just stole her away from the party? Fuck.
Safi turned to look at Max, resting her head against her hand, "So how long were you staring, Caulfield?
"
Max's ears immediately faded to pink, but she stayed strong, "Why do you wanna know?"
Safi grinned "to see if you'd actually tell me,"
Max chewed on her lip, "not long,"
"Liar…" Safi's smile never left, she tilted her head and watched as Max's focused harder on the road, the blush on her cheeks painfully obvious to the observant poet, "Didn't think you were into hands that much,"
Max cleared her throat, "Safi.."
Safi chuckled softly, "Okay, party first, flirting later,"
They arrived at the venue, it wasn't unlike any other Max had visited throughout her travels, which just made her anxious about tonight, though Safi was already the highlight of it. As soon as they stepped in, Yasmin was practically waiting for them, immediately walking up mentioning the most important investors and people to introduce themselves too—which of course they weren't particularly interested in. When Yasmin finally left their side, the women immediately went to find a quieter corner of the crowded venue. Eyes would scan them as they walked by, a few men eyeing both Safi and Max a little too long, and each gaze lit a small flame of jealousy in the pit of their stomachs. Max wasn't outwardly jealous, but seeing how Safi was stared down like a piece of meat irritated her, and it was obvious in the looks she would shoot back.
Safi would take notice, purposely pulling Max out of the crowd and into a patio with a few hedges and bushes, "how long do you think till Yasmin notices we left?" Max asked, leaning against the railing of the patio.
"If we're lucky, a few hours but Max," Safi turned to face her with a cocky smirk, "Were you getting upset at people looking at me? You're almost never mad, and you looked pretty pissed in there,"
'Caught. Again. Fuck.'
"I-Wh- I just don't like people who stare, it's.." Max stuttered,
"What rude?" Safi scoffed, "if that was the case I could've called you rude for staring so hard at me before,"
Max stuttered hard, trying to form together a sentence before finally asking, "you are…relentless tonight, aren't you?"
Safi walked up closer to her, hiding her hands behind her back, "Can't handle it, professor?," she inquired innocently, with a smile to accompany the teasing question.
Goddamnit she knew what the she was doing, and the way she said professor…the little amount of self restraint Max had was fighting for it's life as the urge to shut her up with a kiss was growing stronger by the second, every fucking time she batted those pretty eyelashes at the bashful photographer her thoughts got more and more sinful each time. Safi had her wrapped around her finger, and she knew.
Max was about to speak when they were interrupted by Yasmin, asking them to hurry back in before disappearing off. Safi leaned in to her ear, "saved by the warden, ya amirati," then she followed her mother into the venue, leaving Max outside to seethe in the confusing sexual tension she was left with, eventually joined the women inside.
Most of the night they spent away from each other unfortunately, being passed around from investor to potential publisher or client, but in reality their minds were on each other, barely paying attention to the words of rich old men who focused entirely too much on buying expensive paintings instead of the actual art presented to them, and Max had no interest in rich, fake art lovers and critiques.
Two long, painstaking hours passed before Max and Safi even had a chance to meet again. Safi was already down her fourth glass of champagne, and it was just barely enough to keep up her smile in front of all these people she could give less of a shit about. She let out a groan and leaned over the railing exaggeratedly, "I should've said no,"
Max leaned over with her, having already downed a couple of glasses of champagne herself, the alcohol made her feel bolder and ready for anything Safi could throw her, "you should've, but it gives me a great excuse for me to look at you in a dress," she smirked. Safi straightened up, letting out a soft chuckle, "if you wanted me to wear a dress for you, you could've just asked," she moved closer, tilting her head, "I'd wear anything you ask me to,"
Max looked up at her, a hint of lust in her eyes, "don't give me that power Safi.." she muttered. Safi looked down with a smirk, their height difference felt more obvious with her heels, "you wouldn't do anything if I did," her hand carefully snaking around Max's waist, pulling her close.
Max bit her lip, eye contact never breaking, "how long do we have to stay here?"
"Why?" Safi glanced over her shoulder into the venue before looking back down at Max, "getting impatient?"
Max gripped her cup, goddamnit she was such a tease, "don't make me sound that desperate,"
"Mmm…not there yet?" Her lips curled into a smirk, and the heat between Max's legs grew, "let's change that."
Safi pulled Max away further from the prying eyes of strangers, tucking themselves into a corner far enough that the music in the venue sounded like a whisper. Max finished the champagne in her glass and set it aside somewhere insignificant before wrapping her arms tightly around Safi's neck, still needing to reach up ever so slightly before she began attacking Safi's face and neck, muttering, "you make it..so hard..to keep my hands to myself," every pause followed with a kiss and Max guiding Safi's hands to her hips.
"Fuck." Safi sighed, tugging on her dress, "careful Max, before you start something you can't finish,"
Max didn't care if someone caught them, not when she had her rewind, but it would be a hassle rewinding over and over again just to feel her lips against her only to have the feeling ripped away because someone wanted to be nosy, so instead she pulled herself away, "how long till this is over?" She asked, her voice whiny and pathetic, god she really was worked up, and Safi loved it.
"We could end it now? Get an Uber back home and.." Safi trailed off, her hands sliding up Max's back and tugging at the back of her dress, "get out of these clothes, I wanna see what you're hiding under there.."
Max looked at her as if a goddess standing before her—and she practically was in her eyes. A brief thought of kissing her again passed her mind, but she knew if she did, she wouldn't stop. She pulled away and unlocked her phone, quickly ordering the Uber before realizing, "wait, your car?"
"I'll come by tomorrow, I'm not trusting you behind the wheel when you're tipsy and horny,"
"You're in the same situation as me."
"We're not talking about me right now,"
Max rolled her eyes at the response.
"That won't be the first time you'll roll your eyes back tonight," Safi leaned against the wall with a devious smirk, fuck it was hard to resist. Max wrapped her arms around her waist, "is that supposed to be a threat?" she asked, reaching up to nip her ear, and Safi lowered her head slightly for Max as she knew she still would be out of reach.
Safi's hands rested against her hips, "mmm I like this side of you,"
Max trailed her lips down to her neck, sucking and biting on her skin. It was getting harder to wait—even for Safi, "fuck Max…" she mumbled, "how much longer..?" Max groaned, her lips still on Safi's neck, "how long?"
Max chuckled, "now who's the impatient one,"
"Quiet.."
"I'm sure you'll tell me otherwise tonight.." Max glanced at her phone, the Uber was still three minutes away, she let out a sigh, "three minutes,"
Safi pushed Max against the wall, and she looked up at her a kind of innocent look in her eyes that would fool anyone, god this woman…
Max's hand slid down to her chest, tugging at her dress, "you can wait three minutes, can't you?" she asked, her voice was so sweet it almost made Safi consider not waiting. She took her wrists, bringing them back up to her shoulders, "only because you asked.."
They quietly left the venue without alerting Yasmin and packed into the Uber once it arrived, somehow being able to keep their hands to themselves until they arrived back to Safi's apartment, though on the ride there Max sat with her legs tightly crossed, chewing on her lip in anticipation while Safi sat beside her calmly, doing a better job at hiding her desperation for her than Max.
As soon as they got back to Safi's apartment complex, Max followed Safi to her room, kicking off her heels and losing them somewhere in the path to her room. Safi followed along , pulling Max on top of her as they fell into her bed, "was the party a way for you to get me in bed with you?" Max asked, leaving a messy trail of lipstick down her neck while Safi unzipped the back of her dress, "no, but…" She sighed, closing her eyes as she felt Max's teeth sink into her neck, sending chills up her spine, "I'm glad I brought you along…"
Max sat up, slipping her dress off with a smirk wanting to reward Safi for her patience. Her eyes shined at the sight of Max's body, the pretty white bra and panties she wore igniting a desire in the pit of her chest. Safi slid her hands up her body, her eyes following, "wow…" she breathed, her lips curling into a grin, "now I know you did this for me…" the poet tilted her head, her eyes glancing down to Max's lips before meeting her beautiful blue eyes, oh how she could lose herself in them for hours if she were ever given the chance. Max pulled her in, their lips meeting in a long awaited kiss. Safi's tongue slipped pass Max's lips, wanting to taste every bit of the woman she had desired for so long.
Max lead Safi's hands up to her bra, letting her undo it and discard it somewhere around her room. Safi took charge, holding her by her hips and switching their positions, having Max lie on her back now while Safi kissed down her chest. Max's eyes widened slightly at the sudden shift, not expecting how quickly the positions changed, but her eyes fluttered shut the second Safi's lips wrapped around her nipple, suckling on it while her fingers tugged at her underwear.
Those beautiful, intense hazel eyes looked up at Max, watching as she unraveled completely under her. Safi lifted her head and asked, "can I take these off?" Her tone breathy and damn near as desperate as Max was, no matter how hard she tried to mask her own needs, it bled through into her words.
"Please?" Max begged, her voice trembling ever so slightly while her hands made their way up to her face.
Safi glanced down at her lips before sliding down her body, being sure to leave marks only they'd be able to see. Finally, her underwear was taken off, but she stopped when she heard a disapproving groan from Max, "you too. I wanna see you," she muttered quietly, looking down at her with a soft blush across her cheeks.
God, how could she say no to her when she asked like that?
Safi smiled and slowly sat up between her legs, her nails dragging up her thighs, surely sending shivers down the desperate photographer's spine. She knew damn well what she was doing, slowly taking her dress off and undoing her bra, pulling it off so painstakingly slow that Max was starting to get impatient, wanting to just rip the remaining pieces of clothing herself, but she stayed down with her hands playing with her breasts, her eyes eating her alive practically.
Safi pulled off her underwear as well, tossing it aside before laying down between her thighs, dragging slow, sloppy kisses down till her tongue dipped between her lips, brushing against her clit.
She was just as sweet as she imagined.
Max's hands entangled themselves in her hair, gripping and tugging the more Safi licked and sucked at her clit. She squeezed her head between her thighs, her hips bucking at the growing pleasure, "god…Safi," she moaned, taking one of Safi's hands and guiding it up her chest, "touch me…more,"
Safi looked up at her, her lips still wrapped around her clit. She really couldn't say no to her when she looked like that.
Her tongue slid up her body, mixing the taste of her pussy with the sweat that dripped down her body. Messy, open mouthed kisses led up Max's stomach, then between her breasts before finally meeting her lips. Safi couldn't help but moan at the feeling of her tongue slip into her mouth while her fingers toyed with Max's clit, before slipping a finger inside of her.
Max pulled away, bringing messy kisses down to her neck, "I can take more.." she muttered quietly against her skin, her greed peeking through her shyness. Safi smirked, pulling away to look down at her face. Her cheeks red, hair already a mess and forehead slightly damp with sweat from the intensity and her makeup smudged from the kisses they shared—fuck, she looked fucking delicious.
"How do you ask..?" Safi bit her lip as she watched the way Max's eyes shifted,
"Safi…"
"How…" she pulled her finger out, teasing the other against her entrance, "do you ask, habibti..?" Those words dripped from her lips like honey…
"God…please," Max tugged on her necklace as her other hand rested over Safi's, "I need you,so bad," she whispered, licking her bottom lip as she started to rub against her hand, "what do I have to do…?" Safi's lips curled into a smirk, "aw…you're so cute when you ask politely…" she cooed, pulling her hand away for a moment, "I'll give you what you want.." her fingers slipped inside of her, curling them in just the right way to make Max's back arch, "how's that feel ya amar.."
Max's fingers dug into her shoulders, "f..fuck.." she breathed, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy, "like that.."
Safi sucked and bit at her neck, moaning softly against her skin as her fingers pushed in deeper and faster. She decided that maybe she did want to see the aftermath of this night in the morning, her pretty, freckled skin covered in dark love bites was definitely something she wanted a picture of—then, an idea. She reached over for her phone and swiped over to the camera, handing it to Max, "be a good girl and take a few pictures for me?" she winked at the horny and confused photographer before finally it looked like her idea clicked in her mind;
'poor girl, she really can't think about anything else right now…' Safi thought as slid back down her body, her fingers still pumping inside of her as she watched Max's shaky hands photographed her. Max watched intensely through the screen, god even when doing something so fucking dirty she looked so damn hot, those eyes always did something to her, "Keep that camera steady baby, don't want blurry pictures right?"
Max's eyes shut tightly, whimpering as she felt Safi's tongue lap at her clit once more, fingers still buried deep inside of her. Her thighs trembled around her head, "oh my god…" she breathed while the phone grew heavier in her hands.
"Safi…I'm-" she panted, one hand desperately grasping at her hair to keep her close. Safi's fingers kept moving quickly as she sucked on her clit greedily at the same time. Max had lost count on how many pictures she had taken—and which even looked good, fully letting herself succumb to the pleasure that Safi gave, Max's moans were loud and whiny with the poet's name joining among the sweet sounds she made,
"Safi..!"
Max's eyes were shut tight while both hands now tangled in Safi's dark hair, the phone tossed beside her. Her back arched as she came. Safi's tongue unrelenting as she continued her assault on her clit, the pleasure was too overwhelming, making the photographer attempt to push Safi's head away as she whined and begged her to wait, even for a second.
Of course, she didn't stop. Only forcing Max's trembling thighs apart, ignoring the tugging in her hair and desperate pleas for her to stop which eventually melted into more delicious moans of pleasure. She looked up, noticing how Max would cover her face with her hands; fucking adorable.
Safi smiled and kissed up her body slowly, replacing her tongue with her fingers. The photographer shuddered under her touch, as Safi grabbed the phone from beside her, opening the camera again and starting a recording,"had enough of me yet?" She asked, one hand down between Max's thighs as the other pointed the phone at their faces, her beautiful messiness on recording so she could relive this moment as many times as she wanted to.
Max held her face gently, "I wanna taste you…" her eyes briefly glancing down to her hand before meeting her gaze once more, "all of you, without-" she turned to turn the phone off and push it somewhere in the sheets, "cameras, for now…" she continued, that beautiful doey look making the poet melt. She let out a meek, "okay…" before bringing her hand up to her lips, sucking off the wetness before she moved to lay beside Max, taking her wrist and gently pulling her on top.
Max looked tired, but still she wanted more, kissing and biting all over Safi's neck and chest while her hands roamed all over her body and exploring parts she never thought she'd be lucky enough to see. She took note of all the little moles all over her body as she continued her descent. Safi couldn't help but smile at the sweet gesture;
'always so fucking sweet…wait till you see what you to do me…' she thought, letting her head fall back into the pillows as she felt the photographer's breath tickle her stomach. Safi's hands went to her head as she felt her fingers spread her soaked lips, "holy shit…" she heard her whisper, "fuck, Safi…"
Her tongue immediately dove onto her now exposed clit, making Safi let out a surprised gasp. She groped herself, lifting her hips up in response to the pleasure Max gave, "that's my good girl…" she panted, "just like that Max.."
The praise was like a drug. Her hands squeezed Safi's thighs as she devoured every drop of her, even finding herself getting wet again at the heavenly sounds that spilled out of Safi's lips. Max slipped two fingers inside of her, curling them while her tongue circled around her clit. Safi chewed on her lip, grinding against her mouth as Max's fingers pumped in and out of her. It surprisingly didn't take long for Safi to reach her limit, gasping as she felt the pleasure wash over her body unexpectedly, "oh, Max…!" Her voice rose in pitch, her thighs clamping around her head in reflex, "shit…Max-" pulling her head closer, "f-fuck, keep going.." she begged, her eyes tightly shut in pleasure as Max obeyed.
For a moment however, she pulled away and rubbed her clit with her thumb slowly, "why don't you record me?" She asked, watching how Safi stared at her with a kind of hunger in her eyes that made Max want to stay in this bed for days, just to see that look again, "maybe-" she lowered her head to take a long lick of her clit, her gaze fixed on Safi's faltering one, "you can keep it still, right?"
Safi bit her lip, laying her head back into the pillows, "you're gonna fucking kill me, Caulfield…"
"Is that what you want?" Max asked with a smirk, pushing her fingers in further and licking her clit as Safi reached for her phone, quickly sliding back to the camera to record like she asked. She held the phone up, her hands trembling the more Max sucked on her clit just how she liked, fingered her just how she liked…fuck, this was harder than she thought.
Her soft panting grew into loud, desperate pleas for Max to keep going, tugging on her hair to pull her impossibly closer to her soaked and needy pussy, "god Max, oh you're doing so good for me…" she whispered, looking down at the photographer that looked like she was in pure ecstasy as she ate her, humming in response to Safi's praise. It sent shivers down the poet's spine, and for a brief moment she almost forgot she was recording, struggling to keep the phone up as she drew closer to her climax.
Max slipped in a third finger, wanting to see her reaction, and it definitely was worth it as Safi came shortly after, gripping her hair as if Max would pull away before she was finished—but that was the last thing from her mind, she wanted to feel Safi ride out her orgasm on her fingers, taste her for just a little longer before she'd eventually crawl up her sweaty, sensitive body, peppering kisses along her skin.
Safi tossed her phone somewhere around the bed before reaching for Max's head, pulling her in for a tired, but much desired kiss. Safi's legs rested around Max's waist while Max's hands rested against her chest, nipping at her bottom lip with a giddy smile.
"Those pictures and videos are gonna be blurry.." Max commented softly, her voice laced with exhaustion she poorly tried to mask.
"That's okay. They're just for us.." Safi gently brushed a few strands away from her eyes, noticing how mascara was slightly stained against her cheeks, "I bet you looked pretty in them…"
Max tucked her head under her chin, closing her eyes with a content sigh and cuddling up against her under the sheets Safi pulled up to their chests, "Flattery will get-"
"You in my bed?" Safi finished with a cocky grin, making Max chuckle, "god..yeah, I guess it worked."