Abbey confesses she couldn’t sleep last night

George got up early to make coffee and brought it back to Abbey still in bed. “Good morning.”

Abbey rolled over and frowned up at him. “Are you alright?” he asked.

Abbey sat up, and George took a moment to appreciate her exposed bust. “I really didn’t sleep much last night,” she confessed.

George put her coffee on the side table, “Any reason why?” he asked.

Abbey blushed, “I couldn’t get the idea of being painted by Anthony out of my head.”

George smiled, “Oh really, the idea of him painting you? Or the idea of him painting you like that other woman we saw?”

She picked up her coffee and took a sip, “Don’t hate me, but the latter.”

George groaned, and Abbey watched his cock harden, “I couldn’t hate you. In fact, I would like to ask you what I can do for you if you do that for me?”

Abbey looked confused, “What do you mean?”

“Well, my birthday was a month ago. So if you go off your pill now, then you could be close to giving birth by the time he paints you, and you could give me the painting as the world’s best birthday gift,” he told her with a big grin.

“You think it would be the world’s best birthday gift to have a nude picture of me painted by my lover, who is the father of my heavily pregnant belly in the painting?” she asked him as she reached out to gently stroke his cock.

He groaned again, “Keep talking like that and I might cum,” he confessed.

“Wow, it really turns you on?” he nodded at her question, “and you are wondering what you could give me in return?” he nodded again. “So if I do this, you will think it’s a really extravagant gift and will want to give me something equally extravagant?”

“Yes,” he moaned as she continued to stroke him.

She looked away as if thinking, “Well, you know I like pearls. What about a really extravagant peal necklace?”

George smiled, “Only if it is the only thing you are wearing for the posing of the picture?” he countered.

Abbey smiled, “Ok, if Anthony agrees, then you will get your wish. I will pose for Anthony wearing only the pearl necklace you give me as thank you for getting knocked up by the neighbour and getting it immortalised in paint.” She kidded, still thinking it was play.

George shuddered and groaned as his cock started to spurt. He sprayed forcefully up onto Abbey breasts and neck. She squealed in delight as he pulsed several times. “God, it really does turn you on?”

George looked embarrassed, “Yeah, yeah it does, so you want to talk to Anthony today? Or go shopping for your perfect pearl necklace first?”

“Wait, that wasn’t just playing?” she asked. “You seriously want me to get knocked up and painted by the neighbour?”

He nodded, “Yeah, and I think I got off on it cheap. All I need to do is buy you jewellery.”