Love in the Gallery

“ho, baby,” he rubbed my back.

He cuddled me while softly licking my mouth and cuddling my balls; please! baby, don’t you cry.

At last he moved away from the big painting on the studio frontwall and came to me, reaching out his hot dick uppermost. I obediently gave up my own dick, whereupon he drew his fingers to my ass. Without a word he undid the button and zip on my trousers, deftly stripping them down along with my briefs. He then unbuckled his leather belt and pulled it free of his trousers. I was then lying under his dancing strong and thick dick under excited as to what he was doing. He roughly positioned me on the canvas floor. Lifting my shirt he pressed a hand between my shoulders. My stomach clenched nervously. I felt so vulnerable when he was bending over my ass with his hard dick and sweet balls pulled to my skin…

He spoke calmly. “I’ll rub slowly my wet bigger dick from your butt to your head and put your body on your back to rub my cock on your face and open your mouth with it…