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injury and turned to the ar t as part of her rehabilitation. I t seemed whatever Katrina did she did all the way. Sandro was taken aback by the beautiful curves and long lines her body was composed of. He begged her to let him draw her and after she’d protested she finally caved to his argument of, “If you pose for me then the art will be more honest than if I recreate you from what’s inside here,” and he had finished by tapping the side of his forehead.  She had thought about it for a moment and realized he was right.
    Saying yes to this endeavor landed her on this lovely, classic couch. She felt like she was in a living painting as she watched Sandro work over a piece of canvas. He would work on his painting and then come over to her on the couch for a bit. It was a remarkably sensual experience. She was excited by his gentle touch. She had grown to know Sandro as a man who was very firm with his desire so was surprised to find him wielding a brush and running just the tips of his fingers along her shoulder blades, her spine and her hips. His eyes focused on the flesh of her breast as he held her nipple between his teeth. He flicked his tongue along the tip of it and instead of pinching it as he would normally he caressed it gently while his hands never stopped moving all over her.
    It was interesting to be in the ropes and vulnerable but laying on the couch while he painted her made Katrina feel even more vulnerable. I t was hard for her not to think of a Greek goddess as she lay fully exposed to the sun and breeze off the Mediterranean coast. Sandro wanted to make a classic repose sing with his modern concept. Instead of the ocean colored hues that were traditional for the artwork he used splashes of violent shades to accent some of the aspects he loved the most. It wasn’t surprising for Katrina to see her eyes limed in dark magenta hues, her nipples set to match and her hair both on her head and between her thighs to be set in a magnificent shade of cobalt.
    Every time she had tried to get a look at his work, Sandro kept snapping at her to quit trying to sneak a peek. He even claimed, “If you hadn’t kept trying to get a looksee I would h ave been done by now.” She looked at him, “How do you figure?” she asked as he was leaning over her. He ran his brush gently over her nipples, shading them the same color as those in her painting. He then licked it off of her which shocked Katrina, “Sandro don’t you’ll make yourself sick.” He smiled at her, shaking his head.
    “No sweet thing; it is edible paint and I got it for just this occasion. I have a process that will make it last with the painting when it’s finished.” He said this and traced lines from her areoles back to her shoulders with the vibrant paint. He shook his head and then used his mouth to remove the line from her body. He smacked his lips together afterward as if he’d just eaten a delicious meal and Katrina laughed at him. She took her finger and dipped it across his brush running a line around his nipple. She followed the color with her tongue and was surprised at the raspberry flavor of it.
    Katrina ran her hands through Sandro’s hair pulling his face to hers she kissed him deeply and enthusiastically. “You missed something.” She said as she wiped at the corner of his mouth. Katrina could tell by the fire blazing in his eyes it wouldn’t take much to distract him completely away from the painting. She couldn’t get enough of his body and knew their time together was not going to last. She pulled Sandro down on top of her and onto the couch, his weight smashed against her, smearing the paint across their bodies. . He used one hand to guide his hard prick inside her hot cleft. The two sighed in pleasure enjoying the friction of their bodies coming together.  Sandro pumped in and out and rotated his hips, grinding his pelvic bone against Katrina driving her to excitement. She gripped her nails into his should er and moved