"I want to draw your nude, Emily. I've never wanted to draw someone's naked body this much before!"
It was the young painter, John Smith, who said this to me, a plain and unremarkable office worker.
One day, I saw his paintings in a small gallery and immediately became a fan.
Since then, I started collecting his works little by little and began interacting with him.
To him, I was his number one enthusiastic fan.
Maybe that's why? I knew he was paying special attention to me.
But I never expected him to suddenly say he wanted to draw me nude...
With a trembling body, I nodded.
If my plain and unremarkable self could be of help to my favorite painter...
"Emily, you are very beautiful."
"My body is nothing..."
"It's really beautiful, it's the best."
"Th-thank you..."
In his room, on his bed, I was naked.
Honestly, I wasn't confident in my body, but he said it was fine.
He looked straight at me, lying naked on the white sheets...
"I feel so embarrassed."
"A woman being embarrassed is very cute, you know."
My face turned red involuntarily.
His gaze was so intense that my body moved on its own.
No, I am just a model for his painting today... It's not for any lewd purpose...
I desperately tried to suppress my lewd thoughts.
But it seemed I couldn't suppress them.
"Emily, you are very attractive... Are you embarrassed? Your face is turning red, and your body is trembling. Your lower body is moving on its own."
"N-no... don't say that."
"It smells nice..."
Those words made my body shiver.
"I want to depict the details, so I'll get closer."
"Y-yes..."
John, who was a little distance away, slowly approached.
He sat right in front of the bed and stared at my chest.
"Beautiful... Your nipples are very pink. Oh? Your nipples are a bit erect..."
"Ah... no, I'm sorry!"
"I prefer it this way."
John held a brush towards my nipple, closed one eye to balance.
Then, at that moment, his brush gently grazed my nipple.
"Ah!"
I couldn't help but let out a sound. I can't take it anymore, I can't endure this.
Because his eyes are so lewd. He's looking at me as if he's licking me all over.
Even though I'm plain and unremarkable, I knew this would happen.
We were intensely attracted to each other.
I was drawn to his paintings, and then to him personally.
And he was also drawn to me.
He looked straight into my eyes while gently caressing my nipple with the tip of the brush.
"Ah... ah..."
I no longer tried to suppress my voice.
"Ah!"
"Wow... it's so wet, but so tight."
"No, don't say that."
John started licking my clitoris again while keeping my legs spread.
This time, he moved his fingers together, attacking me in two places.
Being licked and sucked on my clitoris... the pleasure was so intense that my private area tightened involuntarily.
As a result, my private area squeezed his fingers tightly.
"Wow... it's so tight, can I even fit in?"
"Ah, it feels good, it feels good..."
I was already addicted to the pleasure he was giving me.
Every time he stirred his fingers, I couldn't help but let out a moan.
And finally, John started taking off his shirt...
I couldn't help but feel a thrill.
John had a slender and delicate impression, but when he took off his shirt, his thin body had well-defined muscles, making him look very manly.
His handsomeness made my face turn red, and he smiled at me.
At that moment.
He entered me...
"Ah... ah..."
"Emily, as I thought, it's very tight... does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt..."
His kindness made my heart flutter.
At the same time, my private area tightened around him.
I could clearly feel his hardness and size inside me.
Just squeezing him felt so good...
"Ah... Emily, did you want me that much? You're so cute."
With tears in my eyes, I nodded repeatedly.
Because it felt so good.
John moved slowly, savoring the moment.
Then, he pushed all the way in at once.
"Ah! Ah... ah... ah...!"
I couldn't hold back my shameless voice, it was embarrassing.
Gradually, John's movements became more rhythmic.
He moved regularly, but the sound changed from "slap, slap" to "squelch, squelch".
I could clearly understand.
So much love juice was coming out that it was dripping...
"Emily, it feels so good inside you. I'm about to come..."
"Me too, I'm about to come...!"
Saying that, John adjusted my position little by little.
"Emily, your anus is very beautiful."
In no time, I was in a doggy-style position.
Then, John lightly caressed my anus with his finger, barely touching it.
"No, don't, it's dirty..."
"But you feel it, don't you?"
Saying that, he gently teased me with the brush.
The soft and gentle stimulation felt like it was running through my entire body.
Then, in the doggy-style position, John entered me again.
"Ah!? Ah... ahhh!!"
Being penetrated deeply all at once, my mind went blank for a moment.
In the doggy-style position, John's thing hit the right spot.
It felt so good that I couldn't stop my voice.
"Ah... ah... it feels good, it feels good...!"
"Wow, I'm about to lose it, it feels so good. Inside you feels so amazing, Emily..."
Slap, slap, slap
Squelch, squelch, squelch
Lewd sounds echoed in the quiet room.
Being thrust deeply multiple times, my lower body started trembling.
"No... I can't hold it anymore, John, I'm going to come..."
"Ah... me too, it feels so good, Emily... I love you, I fell in love at first sight."
"Ah, but I'm..."
"I love you, Emily, ah, I'm about to come."
"Ah... it's too intense... I'm coming! I'm coming...!!"
I think we both reached our climax at almost the same time.
John hugged me and kissed me, then slowly returned to his chair.
He continued sketching me with gentle eyes.
Later, the painting he drew of me became one of his masterpieces.
Fin.
