LOGIN“Dylan, please…,” she whimpered while parting her legs wider.
“Pamela, I am not done with you,” growled the mature man. “This is just the beginning, get up,” he ordered. She got up and her cunt was still pulsing and begging for release. Her legs were shaking and she struggled to keep her balance until Dylan helped her with a grin. “Dylan, I am not certain this is…,” she panted. “What you thought?” he completed her sentence and she noI closed my eyes and felt the tiny hairs of the brush slide down my waist, my thighs, until they circled and went to my pelvis, then slid even further and scraped my clit.The ruined orgasm returned with full force, leaving me panting and on the edge.“Remember your goal,” Axel murmured as the brush started circling around my sensitive nub.“I can’t,” I hissed and clenched my fingers in fists.“I know you can, little muse,” he said softly and his other hand went to rub my thigh, making me go even wilder with sensations. “Fight it.”The brush applied more pressure on my clit and I cried out, new tears filling my eyes and ready to fall from despair.“Please,” I begged, my whole body convulsing with need. “I beg you.” I opened my eyes, and through the blurry vision I looked at him. “I need to come.”He didn’t say anything for a while, just continued rubbing my bundle of nerves. The silence continued for so long that I expected him to give me permis
“So you want to torture me?” I asked, my voice already weak and quiet.“I like to call that edging,” he said. “Sounds less torture-y.” He chuckled once again, but I was already lost to the pleasure that was building in my body.My right hand was rubbing my clit slowly, while my left one had gone to my breasts and was squeezing them, pinching my nipples from time to time.“Your body was made to be painted like that,” he commented, his words hitting me right at the core.I sighed and arched my back. It felt too good doing that. Too right.I let myself go, I let my body enjoy the sensation while my mind went wild with pleasure.“How many times have you done that, thinking of me?” His voice pulled me from my trance and I suddenly froze. How could he know? “Oh, no, don’t stop on my behalf,” he murmured, and slowly, I let myself continue.“I have no idea what you are talking about,” I replied, spreading my legs just a bit wider, trying to distract him from
Axel POVShe was standing in front of me in all her naked beauty and touching herself. Well, technically, she didn’t, but she did. The short hairs of the small brush were tracing her clit, and that was enough to be counted as a masturbation.I was shocked. I stood frozen in front of her, my heart pounding loudly against my chest as I watched her. My dick was straining against the fabric of my pants, and it was pushing at the zipper, begging to be touched.I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Yet, as much as I blinked, the action in front of me didn’t stop. She lay on the podium, her back arched and pushing her full tits in the air, her nipples standing proud and her breasts looking heavy on her chest. I wanted to reach out and touch her, caress her, make her come undone.I could see her juices leaking out of her spread pussy and making her lower lips glisten. I could see the way her inner walls pulsated in a need for something long and hard in between them. And
I was tired. My muscles were hurting from the uncomfortable position and my feet had gone numb, yet I didn’t plan on moving until I knew he was done painting me.I just took a deep breath and let my thoughts trail back to everything I had imagined during the past few hours. I transferred to a place far from this studio, to a world with brighter colors and fewer restrictions, to a country in which me loving him wouldn’t be seen as something wrong, or as something sinful.I closed my eyes just for a second, and I saw the fantasy—I saw his hand wrapped around mine while we walked on the street without anyone caring that the person next to me was almost fifteen years my senior; I saw us kissing in front of an ice cream shop without anyone having the need to make snarky remarks about my daddy issues; I saw us joined under the moonlight, his hard body pressing into mine as his mouth devoured mine. And then I heard a sound and my eyes snapped open, forcing me to
Axel POVWhat I had done was wrong, yet it didn't make it feel less right.I knew it was time to let her go on her path, yet I couldn't make myself do it. Chiara had become my obsession, and not one cell inside of me was willing to let her leave.She was something else. She was one of the few students I have had through the years who was as dedicated to art as I was, and I could see the same wild passion I had under the surface. She was made to hold a brush and create masterpieces, but what she didn't realize was, she was a masterpiece herself.She stood in front of me, her stunning body displayed as an art piece in front of my eyes as she trusted me to transform her beauty onto paper, an impossible mission, even for the biggest legends in the art world.Her left hand was holding something imaginary high in front of her, while her right one was being pulled back by some invisible demon. Her back was arched, and her head was raised high, lookin
As soon as I started removing my clothes, doubts started replacing them on my skin. The more naked I became, the more I started second-guessing myself.Goosebumps raised the hairs on my shoulders, yet I didn’t feel cold from the heat of my skin. There was a big mirror above the sink in the bathroom, and I could see myself fully. The more I looked, the more things I found in myself that I didn't like, making my words to Axel less true.I was not the skinniest of girls, and when I was in middle school, I had gotten so fat that my skin ripped, causing stretch marks to form on it. So now, even though I had lost some of the weight from before, I could still see the white marks all over my stomach and hips.Then came the issue with my big arms and the wideness of my waist. I had a pear-shaped figure, but I didn't really feel like it was something as remarkable as people made it out to be.My gaze continued wandering up and down my body, noticing stuff I hadn't no
Chapter 4Calvin’s thick cock stretched my throat wide as he began to thrust, fucking my mouth with slow, deep strokes. I could barely breathe. Every time he pushed in, my nose pressed against his hard abs and his heavy balls rested on my chin. The blindfold kept me in total darkness, heightening
Chapter 3I stayed locked in my bedroom all night and all through the early and late hours of the morning. I barely slept, my heart still racing from what had happened last night. Every time I thought about going downstairs for something to eat, my stomach twisted with panic. What if Calvin was th
Chapter 2The hot water pounded over my body, but it was nothing compared to the fire burning between my legs. I leaned harder against the tiled wall, legs trembling as I fucked myself with three fingers, thrusting them deep and fast into my dripping pussy.My mind had completely surrendered to Cal
Chapter 1: I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of our master bedroom, staring out at the glittering city lights below. The silk robe barely clung to my body, and the cool night air teased my skin underneath. At forty-two, I still looked good, I had full breasts, a narrow waist, and hips that u







