Portrait

Story - Unassuming Shyla Jennings walks into a web spun by Bree Daniels, the wife of Shyla's boss. Shyla is meant to sit for a painting, a portrait, but Bree encourages her to undress instead. Shyla tries to maintain her dignity, but Bree breaks down her barriers, step by tension-filled step. Bree circles Shyla like a wolf closing in on her prey, "I'm not asking for your heart. I won't toy with you like India did. I am merely asking you to take off my clothes, fuck me slow, sit on my face, make me cum. Shyla looks towards the door, she knows she can escape but Bree has a power over her. Shyla stammers, "this can't be happening. . it's too weird. Your husband-- " Bree interrupts. "There will be repercussions for you if my husband finds out. I need to be very clear that I want to have sex with you, I do not want you to fall in love with me. " "You're scaring me. " Bree puts her hand over Shyla's heart she looks into her eyes. Shyla feels the heat of Bree's hand, she holds her breath. Bree puts her ear to Shyla's chest she listens to her heartbeat, it's fast, she smiles in satisfaction, "you're making me wet. " Shyla recoils, " I can't. . I need to close my eyes at night knowing I'm a good person. " Bree slides her top down slowly, Shyla watches as every inch of porcelain skin is revealed. Bree purrs, "I want to see your pussy. " Shyla nods, "and say if I agree to have sex with you, this is just a one time thing. . " Bree chuckles softly and shrugs, "do you consent?" Shyla nods as Bree slowly leans in for a kiss. Bree gets close and licks her lips. "yess" she whispers perversely, her blue eyes sparkle wildly, "You made me wet, from the moment you walked in my door. I want you on your knees, beneath me, taste me. " Shyla, "you're pussy is beautiful, perfect, my God. . you're so perfect, but you're insane. " Bree smiles wickedly, "perfection requires a touch of madness. It's your turn to be the artist. I want you to paint me with your tongue. " Watch the story unfold. .