So this is what she meant when she suggested I help her. To be out of your doubt, I didn't imagine this!
Her fingers glide over the canvas as her eyes read my posture. Ten steps away, that's all the distance between us. "I told you to look the other way!" She complains as I retract for my fault. "Yes, just stay like that. Move your leg to the side a bit!"
As per her demand, I shift my leg on the wooden log, shifting my posture to her need. Where did she get this from, by the way?
But again, she's passionate about her art!
Ten minutes into the session, I can only notice her eyes sinking into my skin. Why is she glancing at me like this? I didn't realize when my face turned red. Seems like the weather is warmer than usual today.
I flutter elsewhere when she catches me observing her advance with her hand on the canvas. For me, she's an art! She pulls me out of my trance, complaining again. "God! I told you not to move!" And walks toward me.
Her hands, covered in paint, the same color as my red underpants, lift my jaw, adjusting my position. "You should be sitting accordingly, you know?" Then she abruptly leans down, whispering, and ghosting her lips over mine.
I can feel her hands drawing advantage and slipping on my chest. I jitter from her hasty touch as she watches me tremble under her. She goes on with her hands and slides them over my groins, leading me to hiss when she carries them closer to the growing bulge on my inner thighs.
Gawking at me, pursuing further as she sits down, she tenderly pecks my thighs. "Aren't you going to paint?" I demand, and she faintly smiles, adding, "Aren't I doing that?" I stare down to witness the red color expand on my thighs. "There is no better art than you in this world!" She flirts, fluttering me more with her words.
The palate of colors sits beside her, her hands painting over my body as I whimper. I feel her lips moving ahead on my thighs. "lift your hips!" she softly asks as I do what I'm told.
She removes the only fabric I had on my body, staring at me as I react to her touch. "I assumed you wanted me to paint?"
"I --I do!" I object with a stuttering cry.
"Then, what is this?" Ogling over my grown bulge, she torments me with a cool kiss on my swelling tip. I'm shut down with visible proof she showed.
She stands tall, removing her clothing, as her hand's amount to the color on the palate. She stains my palms, leaving behind most of the color. "Want to return the favor?" She mutters into my ear as she again stands tall, examining me as I gingerly lift my hands to slip into her waist. An excellent grip for me.
Her skin, red and yellow, is coloring mine when she brushes against me, sitting on my lap and teasing my bulge with her entrance. "You're not going to cum, are you?" She mocks, yanking my hair back, and kissing my throat.
She goes forward, grazing my collarbone, her hands around my shoulder, and her hips proceeding on the tip of my cock. It's going to leak very soon if she keeps up with her tease.
"P-please!" I whimper when she avoids my lips. She breathes on my collar, yanks my hair backward, licks my nipples, and again, ignores kissing my lips. "P-please! Kiss me, Please!" She grins, slowly drifting closer to my lips, but instead of kissing me, she shoves my raised dick inside her.
She deliberately and rhythmically rides my cock, biting my neck as her nails sink into my back. "You're so hard, baby. Why so?" She taunts, bouncing at a specific, limited pace, as I whimper under her.
"Pl-please!" I whimper again, staring up at her as her hair settles on my face, her waistline under my palms, and her breasts rub against my trunk. "You're, you're so soaked, so wet, is--is this how m-much you like teasing me?"
She quietly giggles, shifting away from me, leaving my heavy cock erecting hard again. Her juices run down from my tip to the base of my cock, and I demand. "Wh--why?"
"I'm going to show you how much I like teasing you!" She drags me up and squats down where I was sitting, spreading her legs wide, and displaying her wet entrance. "Come here!" She draws me down to my knees and shoves my face into her entrance.
With no second to breathe, I graze, suck, and devour her. Her pleading wails are tormenting my hard dick. She encourages me away, standing up again as she asks me to rest my head on the log. In a docile position, I follow her entrance, coating my face, inches away from my tongue.
She'd rub herself on my tongue and then pull herself away, teasing me more and more. "Aghh, please! Please, just give it to me. I want to taste you, please!"
"How do you say it, puppy?" She mocks, rubbing her cunt on my jaw this time. "M--mistress, P-please. Please!"
"It can get better, you know!" My dick is twitching, watching her pussy right above my face, yet so far from my reach. Her arousing tone echoes in my ears as her fingers rub my nipples.
"P-Please, please! Please, fuck my face, m-mistress! Fuck my face, please!" She quickly muffles my moans with her dripping entrance. I'll perform better. I'll make you proud, mistress.
The pigment has dried down on my body and hers as well, but my dick became even harder. Attending to her delighted moans, I struggle to eat her more, to shove my tongue inside her. It can't reach the spot, yet I try my best to enter deep into her.
Her juices are dressing my face, dripping down from my jaw, and my mouth is stuffed with her compassion. She tugs my head into her, pressing her thighs against my face as she pulsates and squeals from the pleasure. And shortly she discharges herself into my mouth.
She picks up herself aside from my face, staring at my twitching cock, breathing desperately as she pets my head. "Good boy!" Her sweetness mellows in both my ears and my mouth. "Now, I'll reward my puppy. Do you want it?" She leans down to my level, appealing as she seeks deep into my eyes, and all I do is nod vigorously.
I rise from my knees. They are hurting, but not as much as my impatient cock. I relax back on the log, nothing supporting my back. She spoils no moment and straddles me, squatting on my dick this time.
I've become so tense from the tease, I might cum way quicker than I expected. The fapping sounds soon cross over the room, unmasking our lustful acts. I grumble under her collarbone as she rides me with gutsy movements, moaning as well.
Finally, she kisses me, challenging my tongue, her palms cupping my face as she starts to ride me stronger than before. Her cunt is getting tighter and tighter. A warning: she's going to cum again. But I don't think I will last that long.
I breathe eagerly when she leaves my lips, again pulling me in for a strong kiss. I feel myself jerking and pulsing. "I'm— I'm going to cum, please, please, keep fucking me like that!"
She beams, slowing her actions,--"why?" I wail when she yanks my hair back again. "Tell me you're my slut!" She questions with a harsh tone, prompting me to say it. "Say it!"
"I'm your slut! I'm --I'm yours! Please, please just fuck me hard, I can't take it! I'm going to cum, mistress! Please!"
"Beg me to make you cum. Beg me to allow you!" She crushes my nipples, riding me stronger and deeper, as her whines are blanking my mind. Her insides are toughening around me. I want to cum!"
I cry out loud, breathing at the top of my lungs as I howl for more. "P-please! Please let me cum. Please, mistress, make me cum! Make me your bitch, please! I can't --!"She gropes my neck and whispers into my ear. "Cum!" As I groan out loud, cumming inside her, as she cums with me!
My chest puffs up with rough breaths and she rests on me, hugging me as she giggles, "We're something, aren't we?" Thank God! It's her studio, otherwise, we would've been in huge trouble.
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