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"Move to the left, X. I want to see the curve of your breast. " Kai's voice sent a thrill of pleasure spill over her bare skin. She adored when he called her that. The letter itself stood out in her name and Kai has brought it on himself to call her that. Alexis had just a white linen cloth draped over one shoulder covering just half of her body while the rest of her was visible. Her strong smooth legs were displayed and stretched out across the black sofa. She clenched her thighs tightly whenever she heard Kai mumble to himself. His voice was hoarse and smooth at the same time. The construction of his craft was juxtaposing and refined. He was sublime in his own ways. It was what attracted him to her. Alexis was so lost in her thoughts when she heard his raucous voice command her, she jumped but it wasn't the element of surprise that made her jump. It was what he had said. "Spread your legs, X. I want to paint your tight pink cunt." ___________________________________________ Kai Emmanuel is an ambitious painter. His passion and striving vigour lies in his canvas. He has painted aesthetic visuals of breathtaking landscapes and venues of different parts of the exotic world he has visited. He believes in two things. Experience and Versatility. When one afternoon, he looks down at the herd of women dancing around in a small party across his place, he was bolted with an idea of new substance. Women. Kai has never painted women before and it being a new aspect for him to cross over pulls him out of the mundaneness of his usual paintings. But he never realised how deep the chasm he might plummet into. But it was when Alexis Madrid prowled into his life did he realise how insipid his life was from the very dawn of it and how the emotions of such complex and irrational thoughts that make him feel less of a man and more of a tempestuous brute. A Prose Work Highly sexual Content.
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