“People say they enjoy reading your stories because you add twists,” she says as she finishes my nude painting.

“Yep,” I chuckle. “But they don’t know about the actual twist of my life.”

“Do I know?”

She winks and walks over to me, grinning. I open my legs to invite her tongue.

“You taste so good, Stacey!” she gasps, savoring the nectar between my legs, bringing me to the peak of ecstasy. As my legs begin to shake furiously, she presses her head even harder, and hot, raunchy juices keep showering her face and spraying into her mouth.