Sonya reeled for a second, her breath being a difficult thing to catch. Her forehead and body had sweat developing, she blinked and leaned her head back as her crotch was licked. Sure, the cloth of her booty shorts stood between the tongue and her sex, but did it really matter? It sure did give her vulva that tingling feeling. The firm grip Abby gave her ass as well sent shivers, memories of boys grabbing hold of it as they feverishly plowed her vagina, a few delicious spankings she got from lovers, or toying her backside with a dildo as she rubbed her clitoris feverishly. Abigail seemed to know where to grab, and how to grab. But the slow lazy lick, even though the picture was taken, honestly if Abby had wanted to take more, Sonya didn't think she would say no.<br/><br/>When Sonya heard Abby speak, she just nodded, then realized what she was talking about. The pictures? Right the pictures. "Lets see," she said with an exasperated voice. She knelt down and picked them up off the floor, and picked up her bra and lapel jacket. Looking at them in the dim light they carried an aura of amateur passion, Sonya nodded and looked over them carefully. She then sighed "This is a terrible camera for this sort of... shoot, film footage in black and white monochrome might look better. These are.... they are..." again her urge to be self critical arose. "The passion is visible but... not a whole story." she nodded her head though seemingly trying to get her mind over her wet and aching sex. "We would need like 20 minutes, a better camera, maybe video," she said in agreement with Abby, though trying to play off her reasons for wanting more time. Granted she would want those changes, but her curiosity and lust was peaked. She hooked her bra back into place, securing her perky c cup breasts into place. She then put her hand on the closet door, then she put her hand on Abigail's cheek briefly "Thanks for the understanding," she nodded and spoke again "Yeah, might as well show them our results."<br/><br/>Sonya pushed the door open, her mind swirling with thoughts. Mostly of sex, past sex encounters and visualizing future ones and her more controlled side battling her inner fire. She looked to Suzu, sitting next to Amy and Jenn and she handed the girls the Polaroids. "Here, its... its imperfect. The lighting, spacing... the color ... It doesn't catch the mood or atmosphere at all." she said in her self critical tone of voice.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>