The Art Dealer Read Online Free Page A
Author: Megan West
of her ecstasy was reached. Leaving her feeling weak and light headed, with tingles up and down her neck. She felt a sensation of floating, like gravity didn't exist.
As she began to lay her back to the floor, her quivering leg knocked over more paint cans. A crimson red and deep blue flowed across the canvas. Jen's heart skipped in fear when she realized what was about to happen. Her body had already committed to her movement, her ass was falling straight down onto the newly colored floor.
She looked down in pure terror as her ass plopped right into the deep blue. They both looked at each other with equal amounts of shock. The paint felt cold on her skin in perfect contrast with the heat she still felt between her legs. The desire for his cock not diminished. In perfect timing their look of shock slowly transformed into a smile and then a chuckle. The crisp quiet air broken for a moment with their warm laughter.
They both examined the current state of affairs. Her orange hands propped up her body from behind, her butt nestled in a sea of blue. Everything else on her and him stayed remarkably unscathed.
“Who gives a damn?” He said as his laughter slowly disappeared. His tone daring in nature.
She smiled at his devilish smirk. Not wanting him to outdo her in their unorthodox pursuits. Her pussy still flowed with wetness, aching and swollen for him.
“Not me”
Her legs spread wide. She felt the warmth of his body between her as he nestled himself closer. With one hand he guided his cock slowly between her folds. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her pussy clenched around his girth penetrating her. She instantly felt the tingles flow up and down her neck again, as if they never stopped.
She wanted to reach forward and touch him but didn't dare with her hands covered in paint. Instead, she watched him. His muscles tight, his breathing intense as he began thrusting into her faster and faster. His nails dug into her thighs as he gripped her legs, forcing her back and forth onto his cock. The paint bellow her allowed him to slide her back and forth furiously. She loved his aggression. She knew she had a hypnotizing effect on him. To make a man like him lose all his inhibitions, to make him moan, and grip, and claw with no remorse. To watch him thrust in and out of her so vigorously, completely powerless to his own animalistic urges.
She had taken a man who was always in control, and made him unable to control himself. And that was the biggest turn on she had ever felt.
She arched her back, her heavy gasps filled the air. Her nails scraped against the canvas below her. Her breasts bouncing back and forth in motion with his hips. Again she felt that heated coil at the pit of her stomach slowly start to unravel. Like a pressure rapidly building, waiting to boil over. Her legs shuddered with pleasure. Her moans cracked from her quivering body. Her hands began to tingle. Her feet felt numb as they stretched out straight, submitting to the warm tingly sensation flowing down her legs. A red color flushed over her chest, complimenting the crimson splattered on the canvas below her.
Her hips slammed back and forth against his dick, matching his speed and aggression. An electric feeling shot up her spine. Her back bowed. A gasp caught in her throat, just before the pressure in her center felt like it would explode.
He gripped her legs tight, with one more powerful thrust she reached her peak. Her back arched from the explosion radiating from her pussy, her breasts jutting into the crisp air. Her legs shook from the storm of electricity flowing through them. Her breathing stopped, unable to be controlled. The shudder from her legs shot up her spine and made her whole body quiver. Her hands slipped from their foot hold, forcing her to fall to her forearm.
The shrill air filled with energy as he cried out with her. Gripping her legs firm, and thrusting his cock as far
As she began to lay her back to the floor, her quivering leg knocked over more paint cans. A crimson red and deep blue flowed across the canvas. Jen's heart skipped in fear when she realized what was about to happen. Her body had already committed to her movement, her ass was falling straight down onto the newly colored floor.
She looked down in pure terror as her ass plopped right into the deep blue. They both looked at each other with equal amounts of shock. The paint felt cold on her skin in perfect contrast with the heat she still felt between her legs. The desire for his cock not diminished. In perfect timing their look of shock slowly transformed into a smile and then a chuckle. The crisp quiet air broken for a moment with their warm laughter.
They both examined the current state of affairs. Her orange hands propped up her body from behind, her butt nestled in a sea of blue. Everything else on her and him stayed remarkably unscathed.
“Who gives a damn?” He said as his laughter slowly disappeared. His tone daring in nature.
She smiled at his devilish smirk. Not wanting him to outdo her in their unorthodox pursuits. Her pussy still flowed with wetness, aching and swollen for him.
“Not me”
Her legs spread wide. She felt the warmth of his body between her as he nestled himself closer. With one hand he guided his cock slowly between her folds. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her pussy clenched around his girth penetrating her. She instantly felt the tingles flow up and down her neck again, as if they never stopped.
She wanted to reach forward and touch him but didn't dare with her hands covered in paint. Instead, she watched him. His muscles tight, his breathing intense as he began thrusting into her faster and faster. His nails dug into her thighs as he gripped her legs, forcing her back and forth onto his cock. The paint bellow her allowed him to slide her back and forth furiously. She loved his aggression. She knew she had a hypnotizing effect on him. To make a man like him lose all his inhibitions, to make him moan, and grip, and claw with no remorse. To watch him thrust in and out of her so vigorously, completely powerless to his own animalistic urges.
She had taken a man who was always in control, and made him unable to control himself. And that was the biggest turn on she had ever felt.
She arched her back, her heavy gasps filled the air. Her nails scraped against the canvas below her. Her breasts bouncing back and forth in motion with his hips. Again she felt that heated coil at the pit of her stomach slowly start to unravel. Like a pressure rapidly building, waiting to boil over. Her legs shuddered with pleasure. Her moans cracked from her quivering body. Her hands began to tingle. Her feet felt numb as they stretched out straight, submitting to the warm tingly sensation flowing down her legs. A red color flushed over her chest, complimenting the crimson splattered on the canvas below her.
Her hips slammed back and forth against his dick, matching his speed and aggression. An electric feeling shot up her spine. Her back bowed. A gasp caught in her throat, just before the pressure in her center felt like it would explode.
He gripped her legs tight, with one more powerful thrust she reached her peak. Her back arched from the explosion radiating from her pussy, her breasts jutting into the crisp air. Her legs shook from the storm of electricity flowing through them. Her breathing stopped, unable to be controlled. The shudder from her legs shot up her spine and made her whole body quiver. Her hands slipped from their foot hold, forcing her to fall to her forearm.
The shrill air filled with energy as he cried out with her. Gripping her legs firm, and thrusting his cock as far
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