ISABELLA
I walked further into the room. The movement caused my gradually swelling folds to rob against each other, shooting jolts of elctricity to the little knob between them.
I was aroused.
There was something about the painting.
The details in it...his cock... her glistening pusssy.... it was too much.
I stopped just in front of the bed, and touched the satin, gasping at how smooth it felt underneath my fingers. I traced my hands on the sheets, images flashing through my head.
I imagined laying on them, with my hands tied behind my back, just loke the woman in the painting. I imagined a c**k, dripping with pre c*m, and could feel my mouth grow dry and empty...like it needed something in it.
I didn't realize when I pushed my hands in between my legs and pressed on my c**t. The su
