Margo Von Tesse spends the day meticulously crafting her new picture, completely absorbed in her art. Her boyfriend sidles up behind her, his hands gently kneading her shoulders, attempting to melt away the tension from hours of focused work. He’s a bit jealous, fuck, he admits it, that her drawing captivates her so completely. He craves that attention, yearns to redirect her focus onto him. So, he makes it his mission to distract her, to make her drop that fucking pencil and wrap her sweet mouth around his dick.
His hands drift from her shoulders, tracing the line of her spine, grazing the small of her back, before blatantly grabbing her ass. He wants her, fuck, he wants to bury himself in her. His cock is hard, pressing insistently against her back, a silent but clear demand. He whispers in her ear, his breath hot and suggestive, “You know what I want, Margo. I want you to suck my cock. I want to fuck your mouth, then I want to bend you over and fuck your wet pussy.”
His words are explicit, his intentions raw and primal. He wants to claim her, to make her think of nothing but him, to make her scream his name as he relentlessly pounds into her, chasing the ultimate release. He doesn’t want gentle or sweet; he wants fucking, pure and simple. He wants to grip her ass as he fucks her, maybe even slide a finger into her tight asshole, opening her up for more. He wants to see her gape for him, ready and eager for anal sex, begging for it, pleading for him to fuck her ass as hard as he fucks her pussy.
