I see her cheeks turn red and the hiss that's boiling.
“How about I add my lost commission to the price!” She throws.
“Does that mean you cum with the painting?”
Before I could back up, she stepped up, and gripped my crotch tightly. Her white nails fiercely wrapped around my dick squeezing. My toes fucking cross and I'm starting to hunch forward.
Our breaths mix, as her full lips whisper against mine, “Your lucky it ain't your fucking balls, you Pig! But we can't have everything...”
I look down, her tall black heels stand between my legs as she quietly tightens again. I'm fisting my hands trying not to make a big scene.
Kinky.
She lets go, smirking, as she struts away.
I'm fucking salivating to her dominant nature. I cough out catching my breath, fixing my jacket, and look around. This room is almost empty since it's late in the evening.
My dicks throbbing.
I find her again, in another room, working my way towards the back of the gallery. I wait politely as she sells Yesenia’s mastubation statue. This stoned fella is posed stroking his cold marble cock in a crumpled expression of pleasure!
And I'm almost fucking jealous of this prick!
Yet, this piece is almost six figures! Who buys this shit! I mean, how do you display it!
How do you explain the cock blocker to family and friends who visit?
“Problem?” She flutters her eyelashes, “Little boys' restrooms are that way,” She says pointing her French Tip.
“I want that painting.” I demand.
She opens her mouth then closes it. I can see her decisive instinct to tell me no. Her blue eyes stuck on my lips. There's a slight dilation as she takes in my words.
“Why?” She finally asks.
“I love the Kitty,” I say as I step forward slowly, “so fucking perfect for my bedroom.”
I can smell her perfume, her soft black hair, and the flutter in her chest. My face bends down, staring into her eyelined eyes. Hazel to blue. We don’t touch, but the energy effect zings in my blood. I'm starting to crowd unintentionally as her body calls to me. I practically growl a slow rumble.
Sexual frustration.
I want to grab her thick hips. Mold my grip till I tighten my knuckles. Fuck, she's so thick. Completely opposite of my model exes. All natural and made of soft fluff around the middle. I want to lick every inch of her till she screams vicious cat noises.
She sees my demeanor and the challenge. It burns higher, brighter, and she slightly shifts forward. The tilt of her head as she looks up and our lips just an inch away. When she finally notices her change, she snaps out calling me a pig!
Then storms off.
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Feminine VOLUPTUOUS [Erotic Romance]
RomanceI'm all Business with an emphasis in PLEASURE! A Playboy Manager to one of the hottest Music Stars and lover of the finer things. Dedicated to Luxury, Women, and Status. It's everything that keeps you staying at the top in the Music Industry. When a...