Half-Hour Seduction: Shaving and Creaming My Obedient Blonde Model

Half an hour left in my studio. Laure’s hubby wants his portrait. Judith craves her doggy pose. Gotta hustle. ‘Sit on the stool, closer. Arch your back, push those tits out. Legs wide, feet flat.’ Her blonde bush guards that pink slit, tits perky as fuck. She obeys, no blush. Eyes locked. ‘Look at me. Open your mouth.’ I grab lipstick from my bag, roll over on my stool. Thighs mash hers, spread ’em wider. Damn, almost bald already. Grip her chin, paint those lips slow, forcing ’em apart. My breath on her face. ‘Perfect mouth.’ Eye-liner next. ‘Close eyes.’ She breathes fast, tongue peeking. I wanna dive in, but hold. Slap her thigh, hand lingers. Pose her again. Phone buzzes—Judith? Nah, later.

Twenty minutes. Sketch her face, but stare at nipples, bush. Done. ‘Come see.’ Naked except heels, ass curved perfect. I stand behind, clothed me owning nude her. Hand on her hip, casual. Then kneading cheek. She turns, my fingers hit groin, blonde hairs tickle. Silence thick. ‘Next pose. Couch, doggy. Face me. Legs wider. Arch.’ Grab chin, thumb pries mouth. Pinch nipples—hard instantly. Hands on lower back, push ass up. Then thighs apart, hands slide, lips spread. Her pussy lips plump, quiver faint. I’m soaked. Snap pics for Judith: wide, close, macro on slit. Send. ‘Yum, save some?’ Buzz. ‘Promise.’ Back to sketch: mouth slutty, ass offered, lips parted.

The Approach: Clock Ticking, No Time to Waste

‘Time to see.’ She rises, tits sway. Behind her again. ‘Hot, right?’ She blushes. ‘Too obscene for hubby.’ Hand firm on hip, skin hot silk. Chin up, eyes in mine. Inches away, breaths mix—her perfume hits, floral sharp, pussy scent underneath. ‘Our secret.’ Turn to sketch, body glued. Grab tit, knead. ‘See? Yours. Pinch the other.’ She does, eyes down. Twist hers. ‘What’s shocking? Pussy open?’ Tug bush. ‘Fix that.’ Drag to bathroom. Foam, razor. Squat, slather mound. She trembles. ‘Don’t move.’ Blade glides, reveals smooth pink. Inner thighs. ‘Spread.’ Pull lips, razor delicate. ‘Turn, arch.’ Anus clean. Shower on, jet between legs. She pants, mouth open. Finger her clean—wet beyond soap. Suck fingers: salty sweet.

The Explosion: Raw Touch, Dirty Obedience Unleashed

Phone buzzes again—Judith: ‘Don’t eat alone.’ Bedroom now. Towel on bed. Strip hers off. Gorge on her body: smooth mound, thick lips, clit peeking. Legs wide, feet flat. Me on floor, face at paradise. ‘Cold cream first.’ Dollop on belly, rub in circles. She quakes. Next on clit hood—swells, legs splay. Flick it. Gasp. Deeper: lips pinched, slick inside. Breath ragged, hips buck faint. Legs up, ass out. Cream crack, finger anus—one knuckle, then two. Muffled cry. Slap ass. Nipple pinch, eyes locked. ‘Liked that, slut?’

‘Done. Dress.’ No panties—tossed. Roll stockings high, graze mound. ‘No undies, irritates.’ She nods, flushed. Door. ‘Burning?’ Skirt up, hand cups pussy—fire. ‘Bend.’ Finger between cheeks. Kiss: tongue forces in, she yields soft. ‘Good start. Call soon.’ Door shuts. Phone buzzes. Alone, fingers in mouth. Next time, no holding back.