I shoved my hands into my pockets, waiting for whatever it was that she wanted to say.
“Do you still want to draw me nude?” she asked.
Her question surprised me.
“Yes.”
She turned toward me, and I watched her open the buttons of her shirt. One by one. I didn’t stop her. I had no desire to.
I loved the look of her t**s. I’d have them swinging free every single day of the week. Bras were overrated. With the shirt on the floor, she went to her jeans.
I was still mesmerized by her t**s as she wriggled out of her jeans.
My c**k had other ideas. He didn’t want to draw her, but to bend her over and f**k her.
She stood in only her underwear, her arms crossed over her stomach.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I said.
“You look like you’re in pain.”
Aria went to reach for her clothing, an
