Now That's Inspiring

Alex is knee-deep in his latest masterpiece, but damn, he needs a spark of feminine fire to light it up. So he hits up this massage parlor his buddy swore by. Enter Madelyn—sexy as hell, curves that could stop traffic. He's hooked the second their eyes lock. They slip into the room, and he spills it: he's hunting for a muse to immortalize on canvas. She grins, all mischief, and peels off her clothes. Boom—her body's a goddamn revelation, tits perky, ass like sculpted sin, skin glowing under the lights. She grabs his hand, drags him to the shower. Warm water cascades as she soaps him up, hands gliding over every inch, teasing his chest, down to his thighs. He's rock hard already. Clean and buzzing, she leads him to the Jacuzzi, bubbles churning like they're in on the fun. There, she works him over—rubs his shoulders, traces his abs, then wraps her fingers around his throbbing dick, stroking slow and firm. He gets bold, palms her full breasts, squeezes that tight ass, fingers dipping into her slick heat. Things heat up, so they tumble onto the mattress. She slathers them both in thick foam, slippery as an oil slick. Then she mounts him, sliding her killer body up and down his—tits pressing into his chest, hips grinding, that wet skin-on-skin friction driving him wild. He's losing it, cock pulsing against her. She flips him onto his back with a wicked smile. 'So, artist boy, you gonna paint me yet?' He hesitates, smirking. Not convinced? Fine. She spreads her legs, guides his dick right into her tight, gripping pussy. He thrusts deep, pounding hard, her moans echoing as she claws his back. Just as he's teetering on the edge, she yanks him out—strokes him fierce and fast, milking every thick spurt of jizz onto her flat, toned belly. Hot mess, and totally worth it.