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The Painter
The Painter
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Annabelle was a struggling college student and looking to make a quick buck by becoming a nude model. Michael was the small-town painter who exploded in worldwide fame. He was also looking for a new muse.
When they meet, they both get more than what they bargained for.
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Michael managed to pull himself away from Annabelle’s breasts and placed a trail of small kisses up to her neck. His light beard nuzzled against her neck as his hands found the small of her back. “Belle, if I don’t stop now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to later,” He whispered as he held her.
Annabelle desired Michael like she never had before. She felt his thick cock pressed up against her thighs, begging for entrance. She wanted him to fuck her senseless and forever. She wanted him to be deep inside her, buried to the hilt, while she screamed out his name. “Don’t stop,” she softly whispered.
Michael trailed his lips along the hollow of Annabelle’s neck, making an invisible beeline to her lips. His kisses were slow and deliberate, savoring her. Soon his mouth hungrily devoured hers, forcing his tongue inside. Their tongues danced as the new lovers moaned and growled against each other.
When they meet, they both get more than what they bargained for.
Excerpt:
Michael managed to pull himself away from Annabelle’s breasts and placed a trail of small kisses up to her neck. His light beard nuzzled against her neck as his hands found the small of her back. “Belle, if I don’t stop now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to later,” He whispered as he held her.
Annabelle desired Michael like she never had before. She felt his thick cock pressed up against her thighs, begging for entrance. She wanted him to fuck her senseless and forever. She wanted him to be deep inside her, buried to the hilt, while she screamed out his name. “Don’t stop,” she softly whispered.
Michael trailed his lips along the hollow of Annabelle’s neck, making an invisible beeline to her lips. His kisses were slow and deliberate, savoring her. Soon his mouth hungrily devoured hers, forcing his tongue inside. Their tongues danced as the new lovers moaned and growled against each other.
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