ARTISTIC PORN 3

Elara entered the studio at exactly nine the next morning.

The vibrator was gone, Vincent had removed it himself at dawn, his fingers slow and deliberate as he slid it free, watching her flinch and clench around nothing. He’d licked it clean in front of her, his eyes never leaving hers, then he kissed her once, soft, and almost tender, before telling her to shower, eat, and return.

Now she stood naked in the doorway, her skin still flushed from the hot water, her hair damp and loose down her back. The gold paint was gone, but faint red streaks from yesterday’s crimson remained in the creases...