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into her as he could. His abs were tight as he released himself inside her. Her legs shook under his firm grip. Her body felt like it was conducting electricity, the slightest movement of his hips caused another current of tingles to flow through her. Her breathing was labored and tried desperately to catch up with her rapidly beating heart.
     
    She glanced at his glistening body as he delicately rested her weak legs on the ground. He slowly began to pull out, the sudden movement causing more tingles to radiate from her core. A final shiver of pleasure racked through her body.
     
    As the waves of pleasure slowly subsided, Jen became aware of her current state. Her hands still propped up behind her, ass smeared in blue paint. As much as she wanted to roll over and fuck him again, she wanted a shower more.
     
    “Well, can't say I've done that before” Rick said breaking the silence, a faint laugh catching in his throat. 
     
    “I've never used my ass as a paintbrush before.” Jen said with laughter. She couldn't help but notice the absurdity of it all.        
     
    “You haven't? Well then you haven't been making art fun.” She loved it when he spoke in his sarcastic voice, with that smirk of his.
     
    “I have to go get cleaned up” She said as she forced her weak limbs to lift her from the floor. She made her way to the bathroom, careful not to spread paint anywhere.
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When she got out of the shower she found Rick fully clothed and studying the canvas on the floor, as if he were deep in thought.
     
    “I think I've found a painting you can ent er into the art show.” He said as his eyes met hers, a giant grin appearing on his face.
     
    She looked down at the once blank canvas. It actually was quite interesting, captivating even. A bright orange filled with swirls and circles covered the top corner. Every few inches a finger or even half a hand print could be made out within the orange whirls. The rest of the canvas was covered in a crimson red and deep blue. The colors blended perfectly together. The blue had intriguing textures and smears where she had slid back and forth.   
     
    The painting itself was provocative to look at. But it was like a time capsule for her. She could look at every swirl of orange and imagine his cock sliding in and out of her again. The blending of the red and blue made her heart jitter. Looking at the painting made her feel alive. She felt all the same feelings she had during its creation. She felt the power and control she had over Rick. The way she could turn a calm and confident man upside down and make him shudder and give in to his passion.
     
    She looked at the painting and not only saw the creation of it itself, but also the creation of something new inside of her. A sense of true confidence and security she had never felt before. And she loved it.
     
    She looked back at Rick with a devilish smile. “Let's do it”.
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The art gallery was filled with people the night of the art show. Jen had never been to one of these special invite shows before, but it was everything she imagined it to be. More delicio us food, wine, and champagne she could dream of. Countless waitresses and waiters bustling about with trays of food and drinks. The large showroom was filled with impressive people, all dressed in fine clothes.
     
    Rick had placed her painting dead center in the room. It looked vibrant and full of life hanging on the stale white wall. When she looked at it she felt a rush of excitement. It was her successful conquest for control over the popular Rick Harmon, embodied in a large colorful painting for everyone to see.
     
    In the course of an hour she had seen a few actors and actresses, a senator, and even the mayor stop by and all shake hands with Rick.