III.
There is yet another click and flash as Ginny feels Charlie's cock steadily ease its way into her puckered arsehole.
"That's it, luv. Fuck." Charlie grabs her arse cheeks and spreads them wide, feeding himself in, inch by heated inch. There are more snaps and flashes from the levitating camera floating beside him, documenting moment-by-moment her arse swallowing his cock whole. "Merlin, look at that juicy arse take my knob. You're perfect. Start to fuck yourself on it, baby. Let me get some good action shots."
Ginny complies readily, loving the feel of her brother's massive prick reaming in and out of her rear hole, loving even more the sound of the camera clicking away, capturing the kinky, incestuous glory on film. Charlie was always certain to keep her face out of the photos, a necessary precaution considering he routinely sold the images to the dozens of men working at each of the various dragon training facilities he toured around the world as part of his job. The knowledge that hundreds of strange men had likely wanked themselves dry to images of Ginny taking her brother's cock up every hole, in numerous positions, of her tittyfucking him, finger-fucking herself, riding a twelve-inch dildo, and endless shots of her tits, arse, and pussy covered and dripping with cum, was beyond Ginny's dirtiest dreams. She loved it.
Charlie slaps her arse, and Ginny continues to fuck herself back on his cock, thinking of all the new images she'd be creating tonight.
Ten long minutes and several angles later, Charlie sets the camera aside.
"Excellent," he praises, and his hands grip her arse again. Tight. "Now the real fun can start."
Without preamble, he begins to jackhammer rough and hard in her arse, and Ginny cries her delight.
There is no way she'll be walking properly tomorrow.