Feminine VOLUPTUOUS [Erotic Romance]

CHAPTER SIX:

Through the night, I'm tempted to reach Vanna, but I stay in my lane. I watched her work the room. It's hard to focus when her ocean eyes crinkle with laughter. She is quite the hostess professionally answering the public. Her smile is completely secure in all the sexual art pieces.

I might have done a quick dig into her background through a text, don’t judge, I need to know who's in Mike's circle.

Anyway, she's pretty clean.

Gallery Owner
Renowned Artist.

Her paintings and photographs line the walls of vixens and voluptuous dames. She's pretty creative with the catwalk poses. Some include her, but I'm imagining the real thing.

It's pretty funny, we're surrounded by kinky shit. Yesenia doesn't play either with her creative cummin statues. Yet, all I want is a taste of Ms. Thick.

Her laughter catches my eyes again, she looks, I wink, and then she rolls her eyes. A few times, I piped a key to my mouth, showing her I'm being good. We can't help the connections of our eyes.

As I'm getting hit on by another wannabe artist, asking to be personally introduced to Mike, I excuse myself slowly walking to another room. A large painting of Vanna posed as a kitty, fur ears and all, and it leaves me hissing!

Well GOD DAMN!

“Are you interested in buying?” She says politely. 

I turn with a sly smirk. My interest leaves nothing to the imagination, but I like debating with her.

“Is there a fee for second chances?”

“You couldn't afford it.” She whispers. It's a low blow and clearly meant for my ears.

“You don't like me, Kitty?” I say unapologetically. My smirk creatively edged her on. 

Her eyes flowed up my body, not impressed, but I caught the dilation. She feels the temptation, and I would love to share some cream.

“You're a man-child, too cocky for your own good. I only allowed you to stay because of Yesenia. I'm not interested in your bullshit.”

Her words hit me in the feelers, but I love her honesty.

“Business man to business woman….” I slowly speak.

She turns to stare at me quizzically. I want to be good so fucking bad!

“Do you cum,“ I smirk, “with the painting.”