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Sofia Bellhouse
Change of Paint (mind control erotica)
Change of Paint (mind control erotica)
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Molly, the oil-obsessed painter, has been stuck in a rut. Week after week, inspiration has failed to make her pick up and create something truly beautiful. The creative block has stifled all aspects of her life, which means her boyfriend, Peyton, has been growing increasingly frustrated alongside her.
With days of only his hand to keep him company, Peyton’s had enough. He finds a specially-concocted herb to mix with her paint to finally give Molly the inspiration she’s been looking for. What Peyton expected was a new whirlwind of paint, not Molly’s mouth eagerly salivating over the thought of his cock! Molly the painter has become Molly the slut, hot and ready for her boyfriend to fill her up in whatever way gets his own creative juices flowing.
Warning! This 5,400+ word story is for adults only. It includes scenes of cock worship, cock sucking, titfucking, and a hot facial for a woman doing anything to please her frustrated boyfriend.
Excerpt:
Molly slid off her bucket and got on her knees, scratching her nails up from the back of his knees to his inner thighs, laughing delightedly when he shivered. “What would you like me to do?”
“I —” he started, not even fucking sure. Everything. God, the herbs worked. He was gonna give that hippie girl the biggest kiss. Or the biggest tip. Either way.
“Would you like me to touch that big cock of yours, Pey?” She snapped his button open, pulling the zipper down. Her eyes grew wide, like a virgin seeing her first cock. When she brought it out, it was slow. She kissed the head, the shaft hard as a rock in her hands. He couldn’t bite back his moan, his member nearly throbbing with need. “God, look at it. Beautiful, Pey. It’s beautiful.” She dabbed her little pink tongue against the head, sending waves of heat up into his balls, making them twitch. Shit, he’d forgotten how good she was.
“Keep touching it,” he said, biting his lip.
She laughed, the sound musical. “I’ll keep touching it.” She kissed the head, peppering butterfly kisses up the shaft until her face was firmly between his legs. A quiet moan slipped out of her as she licked over one of his balls, rolling it in her mouth, hot on her tongue.
He almost lost it right there. He grabbed her shoulders for leverage, leaning into her so she got more than a faceful of his dick. She licked him achingly slow, little quick swipes like how she painted a tornado, a tease that would build up and take its final shape.
With days of only his hand to keep him company, Peyton’s had enough. He finds a specially-concocted herb to mix with her paint to finally give Molly the inspiration she’s been looking for. What Peyton expected was a new whirlwind of paint, not Molly’s mouth eagerly salivating over the thought of his cock! Molly the painter has become Molly the slut, hot and ready for her boyfriend to fill her up in whatever way gets his own creative juices flowing.
Warning! This 5,400+ word story is for adults only. It includes scenes of cock worship, cock sucking, titfucking, and a hot facial for a woman doing anything to please her frustrated boyfriend.
Excerpt:
Molly slid off her bucket and got on her knees, scratching her nails up from the back of his knees to his inner thighs, laughing delightedly when he shivered. “What would you like me to do?”
“I —” he started, not even fucking sure. Everything. God, the herbs worked. He was gonna give that hippie girl the biggest kiss. Or the biggest tip. Either way.
“Would you like me to touch that big cock of yours, Pey?” She snapped his button open, pulling the zipper down. Her eyes grew wide, like a virgin seeing her first cock. When she brought it out, it was slow. She kissed the head, the shaft hard as a rock in her hands. He couldn’t bite back his moan, his member nearly throbbing with need. “God, look at it. Beautiful, Pey. It’s beautiful.” She dabbed her little pink tongue against the head, sending waves of heat up into his balls, making them twitch. Shit, he’d forgotten how good she was.
“Keep touching it,” he said, biting his lip.
She laughed, the sound musical. “I’ll keep touching it.” She kissed the head, peppering butterfly kisses up the shaft until her face was firmly between his legs. A quiet moan slipped out of her as she licked over one of his balls, rolling it in her mouth, hot on her tongue.
He almost lost it right there. He grabbed her shoulders for leverage, leaning into her so she got more than a faceful of his dick. She licked him achingly slow, little quick swipes like how she painted a tornado, a tease that would build up and take its final shape.
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