“Lie still,” she demands, even as she begins to rock on top of me, fucking me with shallow thrusts. “Don’t even dream of coming until I’m done painting.” “You’re kidding me,” I tell her, my cock already throbbing. She raises a brow and turns her paint board. “Do I look like I’m joking?” I laugh—I can’t help it. She’s got me so fucking smitten, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
