To the edge

Daphne's POV

I let him place a hand around my arm as he led me to the couch in the room, leaning me against it.

My heart skipped, my boobs were all out and when his finger stroked it, a moan grunted out of my lips. “ Just like this?” I questioned, while staring.

He had his sleeves rolled to his elbow, flaunting his veiny arm at me. His lips dipped into dimples at his side as he took large strides toward me, placing me even better against the couch.

“This is perfect, butterfly” Lorenzo addressed me as he stepped backward.

His finger gripped the brush firmly, the canvas hung on top of an easel as he stroked the brush on it. My juices splurged out of my cunt and when my legs rubbed each other, I let out a hiss.

Lorenzo looked focused, and my mind ran back to how most people wanted to have a glance of their partners while at work. He had his lips pursed as his fingers held the brush, running it swiftly.

“ Just a moment more and I will be done soon” he halted all of a s