Sucks Cock And Gets Fucked While Painting A Room With Fina Foxy

Title: “Sucks Cock and Gets Fucked – A Painting Session Gone Wild with Fina Foxy”

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of fresh paint and… something else. Something primal, lustful. Fina Foxy, the German temptress, stood in the center of the room, a paintbrush between her crimson lips as she surveyed her surroundings. She had been hired to paint this room, to give it new life with her skilled handiwork.

But little did she know, her encounter with the owner of the house would lead to a much more intense “paint job” than she had bargained for.

Fina was dressed impeccably for the task at hand. Her fiery red locks were tied back in a messy bun, tendrils framing her delicate face. Black-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, giving her an air of intellectual seduction. She wore a tight white blouse, unbuttoned just enough to offer a tantalizing peek at her ample cleavage. A black pencil skirt hugged her curvy hips and thighs, meeting at the knee, while sheer black stockings adorned her long, slender legs.

She selected a color from the palette – a deep, rich red, a shade that would complement the room’s existing decor beautifully. As she dipped her brush into the paint, the door creaked open behind her. Fina turned, brush poised in the air, to see the owner of the house standing there, a hungry leer on his face as his eyes devoured her scantily-clad form.

“Guten Tag, Herr Schnickelfritz,” Fina purred, her voice like honey. “I was just about to begin painting.”

“I see that,” he replied, his voice thick with desire. “But perhaps you’d like to begin with something else first?”

Fina raised an eyebrow, playing coy. “Oh? And what might that be?”

Herr Schnickelfritz stalked towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. “A full-service paint job, Fräulein Foxy. On your knees, and show me what that pretty little mouth of yours can do.”

Fina bit her lower lip, a wicked gleam in her eyes. She set the paintbrush down and sank gracefully to her knees before him, reaching for his zipper. “As you wish, Herr Schnickelfritz.”

She freed his engorged cock from his pants, stroking it slowly as she eyed it hungrily. Her tongue darted out to circle the head, swirling around the tip before she engulfed him in the wet heat of her mouth. Herr Schnickelfritz groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair as she began to suck him, her head bobbing up and down his shaft.

Fina deep-throated him expertly, taking him all the way to the hilt. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes but she pushed through the discomfort, determined to please him. She sucked him hard and fast, hollowing her cheeks and flicking her tongue against the underside of his cock.

“Fuck, Fräulein Foxy,” Herr Schnickelfritz growled, thrusting his hips forward. “Your mouth is exquisite. But I think it’s time to move things along.”

He hauled her up and bent her over the nearby table, flipping up her pencil skirt. Fina gasped as he ripped her panties away, his fingers delving between her thighs to discover her wet, ready folds.

“Schlampe,” he purred, plunging two fingers knuckle-deep inside her. “So wet already. You want my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes!” Fina cried out, grinding back against his hand. “Give it to me, Herr Schnickelfritz. Fuck me hard!”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He freed his throbbing cock and drove it home, burying himself balls-deep in her tight, grasping heat. Fina screamed, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the tabletop as he began to pound into her mercilessly.

The table creaked and groaned beneath them, barely able to withstand the force of his thrusts. Fina’s tits bounced freely, the buttons of her blouse flying off in her frenzy. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her fiery hair disheveled, cheeks flushed with exertion and ecstasy.

“Ja, ja!” she cried. “Harder! Fuck me harder!”

Herr Schnickelfritz complied, redoubling his efforts. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed obscenely through the room, mingling with their grunts and moans.

Just as Fina felt her climax approaching, Herr Schnickelfritz pulled out abruptly. “Auf den Boden, Fräulein Foxy,” he commanded, pushing her to her knees.

She obeyed without question, already scrambling to take him in her mouth once more. As she sucked him to completion, he ribboned hot stripes of cum across her face, marking her as his. Fina licked her lips, savoring his salty essence.

“That was a most thorough paint job, Fräulein Foxy,” Herr Schnickelfritz remarked, tucking his spent cock back into his pants. “I think I’ll hire you again. Perhaps next time, we can paint the walls together too.”

Fina giggled, wiping the cum from her face with the back of her hand. “I look forward to it, Herr Schnickelfritz. Let me know when you’re ready for the next session.”

She stood and smoothed her rumpled skirt, then bent to collect her paintbrush. With a wink over her shoulder, she began to paint once more, humming a naughty tune as she worked. After all, she had a job to do – and she intended to give the room the fucking of a lifetime.