The camera never lies

‘Hang on’ I told her, scrolling on, ‘I like them’. The next was a close up of her pussy. The lips were fully swollen and bright red, almost as though it had been taken 20 mins into a brutally hard fuck. Liquid oozed out of her, running down between the cracks of her cheeks and onto the olive leather sofa cushion beneath her. ‘WOW’ I said, ‘this is fucking beautiful, what the hell have you been dreaming about?’ I asked her. She just smiled and told me to carry on. There were four or five more pictures, but the last one beat them all. It was another close up of her swollen vagina with a slim can of deodorant half way inserted into it. It looked incredible and I told her so. She took the camera back off me and browsed through them herself, while I rubbed at the crotch of her jeans. ‘You should start this as a hobby.’ I told her, kissing at her neck, ‘Maybe I will…’ she said with a wide smile. Minutes later we were fucking.
Her next couple of days off were spent out of the house so i didn’t ask if she’d managed to take anymore snaps, but I was eager that she should.