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- Herausgeber: Adult Tagged
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
When inspiration strikes, Ty is ready to grab it by the horns and screw it hard. Ty is an artist and his muse is a college coed by the name of Maisie.
She’s spunky, tan, and has a rear end made for the masterpiece treatment. She watches Ty sketch her from afar and is hot to give him an up close and personal view of his canvas.
But Maisie’s hiding a desire from him. Ordinary doesn’t turn her on. She’s craving a rough man who will wield his brush someplace dark. Ty is hard, hung, and more than up for the challenge of teaching this muse a lesson she won’t soon forget.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
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MASTERING HER HARD
Dirty Pleasures Real Sex Series
By Sharon Love
Second Edition, eBook Edition.
© 2018 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Disclaimer
This is a work of fiction for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY.
This is a work of erotic fiction and contains GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF SEX, WHICH MAY OFFEND SOME AUDIENCES. This book is meant for MATURE AUDIENCES AGED 18 OR OLDER.
All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older and all sex acts are consensual by all characters involved.
Sharon Love is an Author of Adult Tagged
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MASTERING HER HARD
By Sharon Love
“Every master artist has an exquisite muse. I found mine in Maisie and her teeny bikini. Her dainty pussy was the perfect canvas to stretch with the hard strokes of my stiff brush.”
Summer by the pool inspired me to start a new collection of paintings. My sister’s teeny bikini troop was pure art for the soul. I watched every inch of her friend’s bodies float on the rafts, bounce on the diving board, and emerge out of the water. My horndog cock woke up when the first coed arrived in her barely there swim suit and didn’t sleep until I’d jerked him off after they left.
Maisie was my favorite. She wasn’t the sluttiest, the loudest, or even the one with the largest breasts, but she had an ass and a smile that was Mona Lisa quality. She was the one I sketched the most.
Every chance I got, I cornered her alone and complimented her curves. She blew me off like the others. But oh how I craved to paint every inch of her. And when accidents happened. When a glimpse of her nipple peaked out of her bikini, I drew like mad, capturing the essence that was the true Maisie.
My sister and her snotty friends hated having me out by the pool while they were sunning. And for good reason. I was an asshole looking to get fucked. They had sweet shaven little twats begging to be filled. I wanted Maisie most, but I’d screw any of them, given a chance.
One weekend when my parents took my sister to cheer camp, I got the option to transform reality into art. The garage was converted into my studio / apartment. In there I had my canvas, paint, and no distractions. My mission was to paint a life-sized rendering of my muse.
“Maisie you’ll be mine today.” I spread out on the bed every sketch I had of her perfect form. “I’ll start here.” I picked a page and examined the curve of her hip bone. Taking up the brush, dipping it in paint, I stroked it on the canvas. Line after line, I recreated the body of my desired. Standing back and squinting I could almost see my inspiration taking shape before my eyes.
A reflection from the pool area sparkled in the window and drew my attention outside. “Who the hell is out there?” I set the brush down and marched out the side door to investigate the intruder. Maisie.
“Oh hey there, Ty.” She waved over to me with her perky tits just barely raising them above the lounger she’d spread out on. “Hope you don’t mind I let myself in.”
Her plump round ass shimmered in the sunlight. Her tits smashed against the chair as she laid back down. One tiny bikini separated me from both pleasures I’d longed to caress for my own.
“Why are you not at cheer camp?” I asked, approaching and pulling up a lounger next to her. I had to play this cool and keep my cool. My erection was already forming. Didn’t want to extend myself too soon.
“Flunked biology.” She smirked. “Even in college, grades are important.”
