VIXEN Hot Young Curator Fucks Art Collector
Avid art collector Reginald was in for a surprise when he entered the gallery that day. The young brunette curator, Vixen, greeted him with a seductive smile that sent shivers down his spine. Her raven hair cascaded over her pale shoulders, and her tight red dress hugged her curvy figure perfectly.
As he browsed through the latest acquisitions, Vixen waylaid him, leaning in close to point out a specific painting. Her breasts brushed against his arm, and he felt a stirring in his loins. “Isn’t this piece absolutely stunning, Reginald?” she purred, batting her long lashes at him.
Reginald cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “Indeed, it is. You have quite the eye for art, my dear.”
Vixen took his hand, guiding him towards a private room at the back of the gallery. “I think there’s something special here that you absolutely must see. It’s a one-of-a-kind piece, not for the faint of heart.”
Intrigued, Reginald followed her, his heart pounding in his chest. Once inside the dimly lit room, Vixen turned to face him, her eyes burning with desire. “I’ve been dreaming of you, Reginald,” she whispered, pressing her body against his. “Of feeling your hands all over me, exploring every inch of my body.”
Reginald’s breath hitched as Vixen began to unbutton his shirt, her fingers trailing over his chest. “Vixen, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Vixen silenced him with a passionate kiss, her tongue delving into his mouth as she pushed him down onto a plush couch. “I’m going to show you the true meaning of art,” she murmured against his lips.
With a wicked gleam in her eye, Vixen quickly shed her dress, revealing her curvy body. “Like what you see?” she teased, striking a pose. Reginald could only stare at her pale beauty, from her perky breasts to her hairy pussy.
Vixen straddled him, grinding her hips against his hardness. “I want you to worship me, Reginald,” she demanded, guide his hands to her breasts. “Touch me, taste me, make me yours in every way possible.”
Reginald surrendered to his desire, massaging her breasts and licking her hardened nipples. Vixen threw her head back in pleasure, thrusting her chest forward. “That’s it, my naughty collector,” she moaned, raking her nails down his back. “Show me how much you appreciate art.”
As Reginald continued his exploration, Vixen reached down, freeing his throbbing cock from its confines. She stroked it slowly, savoring the silkiness of his shaft. Reginald groaned, his hips bucking up into her touch. “God, Vixen,” he grunted. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
Licking her lips, Vixen positioned herself over his cock. “Then let’s make your last moments on Earth the most memorable ones of your life,” she purred, before sinking down onto his shaft.
Reginald cried out in ecstasy as Vixen rode him hard and fast, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. Her pussy gripped him like a vice, and he knew he wouldn’t last long. “Fuck, Vixen,” he growled. “Your little cunt feels so good.”
Vixen smiled, leaning forward to capture his lips in a searing kiss. “Cum for me, Reginald,” she whispered against his mouth. “Fill me up with every drop of your potent seed.”
With a roar, Reginald exploded inside her, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her willing body. Vixen squealed in delight, her pussy spasming around him as she joined him in his release.
As they came down from their high, Vixen purred contentedly, nuzzling into his neck. “Thank you for being my muse, Reginald,” she murmured. “Now, how about you show me more of your appreciation?”
Reginald grinned, a renewed surge of energy coursing through his veins. He knew that this was only the beginning of a beautiful friendship between him and his favorite curator turned lover. And the art world would never be the same again.
