Scene Description:
Tory Lane storms in hungry for a filthy self-portrait, but she's landed in the wrong place—face-to-face with a married art broker instead of a real painter. She doesn't care. She wants her body worshipped on canvas and she's going to get it, even if it means using this stranger's cock as the brush. When he stammers that he can't paint, she peels off her clothes, spreads her legs, and orders him to glaze every inch of her skin with hot, thick ropes of cum instead. He tries to resist, flashing that wedding ring, but the second her greedy hands wrap around his throbbing shaft and start stroking, his resolve crumbles and he paints her like the desperate, cheating slut she's turned him into.
