closed, Jak worked feverously on his cock as his tongue tortured my pussy.
Please Jak, I’m dying.
I shifted my gaze to the easel. I slopped paint from the palette to the canvas like a mad woman. In the confusion of him stroking his cock and sucking my clit, I’d forgotten our plan. If I could finish painting, we were going to start fucking. Like a woman possessed, I smeared paint on the canvas. Slowly, the painting began to come together. As I continued to attempt to focus on my work, my pussy ached and my spine tingled. I fought against each and every orgasm as they heightened. Eventually, Jak began to moan.
Please, Jak.
Don’t…
Moan.
“I think I’m ready to fuck you, Karter,” he groaned.
“I’m going to cum so we can get busy fucking,” he breathed.
I closed my eyes. His breathing became choppy and labored. I opened my eyes and looked down. I no more than caught a glimpse of Jak’s swollen cock, and he opened his eyes and began to slowly stand. Immediately, I looked up and tried to study the canvas.
Please, Jak…
“Get on your knees, Karter,” he bellowed.
Thank you.
With the palette still in my hand, I dropped to my knees like a female Tim Tebow preparing for a prayer. My ass hit the backs of my ankles and I opened my mouth. As I felt his cock against my lips, I began to moan. As his swollen shaft slid in and out of my watering mouth, I pressed my tongue against the bottom of his cock. After several strokes, he began to press the tip against my back of my throat. If the possibility existed to die from the anticipation of sex alone, I was mere seconds from the grave. As I felt his cock swell in my throat, I prayed for him to cum in my mouth and regain the strength to fuck me senseless. As Jak began to groan, I moaned against his cock. As his warm cum filled my mouth and throat, I mentally exhaled, knowing what was next. I felt his hands against my armpits and I attempted to stand. As my legs shook from emotional exhaustion, he lifted me to my feet.
He removed the palette and brush from my hand and placed them on the table beside the easel. As he leaned toward me, I closed my eyes in anticipation of a certain kiss. Our lips met, and my knees went weak again. As he held the weight of my body from collapsing on the floor, he kissed my lips with a passion I had never known. My head began to spin in circles. He hadn’t even begun to fuck me and I was done. I closed my eyes and remembered his earlier instructions. I’m going to fuck you until one of us either cums, gives up, or collapses. This was a contest I had no business being entered in. I was way out of my league with Jak.
As he pulled his lips from mine, he studied my face. Full of desire and lustful thoughts, I stared into his eyes. I loved Jak with every ounce of my existence. After experiencing a life with Jak, attempting for one moment to live without him would be impossible. In Jak’s presence, every individual fault I believed existed within me forged together, allowing me to become a strong capable woman. Jak was the answer to a lifetime of me questioning my very own existence.
I felt his wet fingertips glide across my stomach. I blinked my eyes and looked down. His hands covered in the paint from my palette, I watched as he smeared a colorful array of oil onto my skin. He grinned as he raised the paint covered board to my chest. He nodded his head and tilted it slightly. I reluctantly reached for the paint, fully expecting to be reprimanded. He smiled as I pressed my fingers into the reds, blues, and yellow. I rubbed the paint onto my free hand and smiled. Without speaking, I pressed my stomach to his and reached behind him. With both hands, I squeezed his muscular ass in my fingers and wiped the paint against his tight skin. As I held his butt firm in my grip, he began to kiss me again.
As my mind became lost in the kiss, my pussy reminded me of the deprivation and torture it had witnessed for the last hour. My entire body began
Please Jak, I’m dying.
I shifted my gaze to the easel. I slopped paint from the palette to the canvas like a mad woman. In the confusion of him stroking his cock and sucking my clit, I’d forgotten our plan. If I could finish painting, we were going to start fucking. Like a woman possessed, I smeared paint on the canvas. Slowly, the painting began to come together. As I continued to attempt to focus on my work, my pussy ached and my spine tingled. I fought against each and every orgasm as they heightened. Eventually, Jak began to moan.
Please, Jak.
Don’t…
Moan.
“I think I’m ready to fuck you, Karter,” he groaned.
“I’m going to cum so we can get busy fucking,” he breathed.
I closed my eyes. His breathing became choppy and labored. I opened my eyes and looked down. I no more than caught a glimpse of Jak’s swollen cock, and he opened his eyes and began to slowly stand. Immediately, I looked up and tried to study the canvas.
Please, Jak…
“Get on your knees, Karter,” he bellowed.
Thank you.
With the palette still in my hand, I dropped to my knees like a female Tim Tebow preparing for a prayer. My ass hit the backs of my ankles and I opened my mouth. As I felt his cock against my lips, I began to moan. As his swollen shaft slid in and out of my watering mouth, I pressed my tongue against the bottom of his cock. After several strokes, he began to press the tip against my back of my throat. If the possibility existed to die from the anticipation of sex alone, I was mere seconds from the grave. As I felt his cock swell in my throat, I prayed for him to cum in my mouth and regain the strength to fuck me senseless. As Jak began to groan, I moaned against his cock. As his warm cum filled my mouth and throat, I mentally exhaled, knowing what was next. I felt his hands against my armpits and I attempted to stand. As my legs shook from emotional exhaustion, he lifted me to my feet.
He removed the palette and brush from my hand and placed them on the table beside the easel. As he leaned toward me, I closed my eyes in anticipation of a certain kiss. Our lips met, and my knees went weak again. As he held the weight of my body from collapsing on the floor, he kissed my lips with a passion I had never known. My head began to spin in circles. He hadn’t even begun to fuck me and I was done. I closed my eyes and remembered his earlier instructions. I’m going to fuck you until one of us either cums, gives up, or collapses. This was a contest I had no business being entered in. I was way out of my league with Jak.
As he pulled his lips from mine, he studied my face. Full of desire and lustful thoughts, I stared into his eyes. I loved Jak with every ounce of my existence. After experiencing a life with Jak, attempting for one moment to live without him would be impossible. In Jak’s presence, every individual fault I believed existed within me forged together, allowing me to become a strong capable woman. Jak was the answer to a lifetime of me questioning my very own existence.
I felt his wet fingertips glide across my stomach. I blinked my eyes and looked down. His hands covered in the paint from my palette, I watched as he smeared a colorful array of oil onto my skin. He grinned as he raised the paint covered board to my chest. He nodded his head and tilted it slightly. I reluctantly reached for the paint, fully expecting to be reprimanded. He smiled as I pressed my fingers into the reds, blues, and yellow. I rubbed the paint onto my free hand and smiled. Without speaking, I pressed my stomach to his and reached behind him. With both hands, I squeezed his muscular ass in my fingers and wiped the paint against his tight skin. As I held his butt firm in my grip, he began to kiss me again.
As my mind became lost in the kiss, my pussy reminded me of the deprivation and torture it had witnessed for the last hour. My entire body began
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