My eyes flicked to Flynn, and he shifted on the bed again and ran his tongue over his lips, as his free hand rested over his cock on top of the sheet. Turning away, I chucked my clothes out of the shot. Wandering slowly around the bed, I started each camera as I went.
Click... click... click... click... click. All five shutters started to capture the action. I reached the bottom of the bed on the right-hand side. Flynn's left hand was cuffed, his arm hung loosely above his head.