MIA

Elias had me bent over the big work table, tits pressed into old paint smears while he fucked me slow from behind. His cock dragged in and out, deep and lazy, like he had hours to ruin me. One hand covered mine on the brush, guiding thick strokes of indigo across the fresh canvas.

"Keep painting," he murmured against my neck. "Every stroke of your brush matches my cock inside you."

I tried. The brush shook in my grip. Blue bled across the white in messy arcs that matched the way my hips pushed back. "Elias... I can't focus when you're..."

"You can." He thrust a little deeper, grinding....