Draw me like one of your french maids

Amelia, as always, proves to you her talent to be both ravenous and shy at the same time. Her lips tremble but don't stop, her hands are possessive, but they don't know where to stand. Her skin is burning. "Why am I horny and crying?." She stops to catch her breath. "Those things don't go together." She kisses you again, she rocks her body against yours, as if you were already fucking each other.

"My pussy is burning, like... god, it feels so hot, but... I want to keep it like that... I find it... most inspiring..." She looks at you with teary, hungry eyes, like a spider who just caught a fly, like she wants to eat you whole, but unlike the first time, It does not scare you. Her spiderweb is not that strong, but you still don't want to scape. You want her to bite "Get naked, lie on that couch."

"W-why the couch?"

She smiles so fondly that for a moment you see a semblance of Lily in her. "I want to use your gift, right now... the sketchbook. I want to draw you... like that scene in Titanic." Your look of confusion must be quite telling about the fact that you did not understand that reference. "Oh, come on! That's supposed to be a man's film! I just skip to the part when everyone dies..." She says, but somehow you suspect that's not the truth. "Anyway, dick out! I want it at the centre of the composition, and you..." she just stand there and devours you with her eyes as you start removing your clothes. "Yes, like that."

She moves her gaming chair in front of the couch and watches from there intensely. Her hands tremble like she is resisting the temptation to jump over you. The sketchbook is already open, one of the pencils is in her fingers and seems impatient to start its dance. That should give her a semblance of professionalism, but she is too nervous. "That's it, show your belly too... those pecs... your legs too... yes-yes... no, keep your maidskirt, it creates this contrast... just lift it so that your cock emerges at the centre as you lie down, your beautiful... god this is so perfect."

She waits for you to finish her instructions, biting her lips, not blinking. The couch is confortable, if a bit cold, but yo lie there anyway. Her gaze is so intense, so predatory. "Relax more," she says. "Move a bit to that side... that's it... lift your right leg a bit more, have it lie on the couch, not the floor... yes, I see it..." The sketchbook is open, you hear the first scratches of her pencil, she seems scarily focused, frantic. "Put your right hand over that cock... no, no, don't grab it, just... touch it with your finger like this... yes, like you were pointing at it... You point me at my meal, you know that your cock is going to be sucked, worshipped, like it deserves..." Her hands move through the surface of the papel with unthinkable determination like they are possessed and bend to a creative will. "You know that I crave it, that it is so beautiful and... I wont resist its spell much longer, is torturing me, but I must if I want all that juicy cum to come out warm and jummy for me, if I want to be well fed and put to sleep. Your cock tempts me, like an icon of the forbidden, a rod at the edge of time that separates my needs from my duties. No...this is not right, the angle is not correct..."

She stops, bits her lips even harder, looking at you with ever more intense eyes. "I must get on the floor, the perspective is harder but it will work better." She does as she says, sitting on the floor, almost as if she was kneeling before you. She looks delighted to be there. Her pupils shine under your hard cock. "Yes, yes! Here it looks... like I am kneeling before it, like I am crawling to it... keep it hard, my love."

"It's easy to do" you tell her. " You say all those things."

"Do I make you want to cum?"

"You do."

"Then resist, my brave champion. I need you to do it for me. I too want your cum, I want to feel its sticky flow down my throat and **** on it, but you must hold it back so that your balls grow big and full." She recites her words like a mantra, a spell to enchant you.

"No, a detail is missing, not just hard it needs to..." she looks you intensely in the eye. "Don't move a muscle"

This time she actually crawls towards you, the smile on her face growing wider. You feel her breath hitting your frennulum. "Remember: no cuming." She sticks out her tongue lusciously, making sure it pours as much saliva as posible. She licks your cock from the very botton to the tip. She does that a few times, not tasting you, but making sure she coates your whole member in her saliva.

" Now, that's it." She says returning to her drawing. "Look how it shines, those reflections across its meaty surface... those lights and shadows... so captivating... Yes, yes, this is it! God, it looks SO BEAUTIFUL! All sticky and shiny... You have tempted me before, my saliva is already in you, maybe even the saliva of other women..."

"Can I see it?"

"Not yet, I'm almost finished...You have to stay still..." You hear her pencils scratch the surface at even more speed, her forehead is all sweaty "...and there it goes!"

"Show me!"

"Well..." she goes all shy in an instant. "It's just a sketch, it's not really really finished."

"But I want to see it."

"...Ok... but be nice."

She sits by your side, and shows you her work. It's great. Her drawing gives you a sort of dignity you don't think you actually possess in real life, even in such shameless posture. You look so confident, even powerful, such unfit characteristics for a man. There is even a slight smugness in your face. Your cock is at the very centre of the composition, and is by far your most detailed feature. She really captured the effect of it being all coated in saliva.

"Amelia, this is... you are really talented!"

"You thinks so?" Her eyes become all watery again. "I... I like to do it, but I never know what to draw, nothing inspires me... but you, I saw it that clearly... maybe I could draw you... what would you say? Would you be my muse?"

"If it makes you this happy... always."

"I... yes, I feel happy. I... I'm horny and excited too, of course, but yes... I am happy." She brings a hand to your chest, then other searches your tight. Her smile is so sincere. "I'm happy, Mark. I am happy."