My heart is racing, and my skin is crawling with anticipation. The historic splendor is almost too much. Banging here seems almost wrong, like artistic blasphemy.

Anton quickly pulls down his zipper, and before I know it, his cock is waiting, pressed between my pussy lips.

On second thought, I can live with the shame were this ever to surface. His cock is fucking worth it. The desire to keep going with him and pushing him to get even crazier with me is too strong.

I can’t fight it.

I’ve always been an art buff. I fucking love studying influential artists and the styles that manifested through different time periods. It’s all so fascinating.

So, the idea of boning in a museum entirely dedicated to Van Gogh’s work is enough to get me hot and bothered, even without a cock in my presence.

In a mere moment, I’ve grown impatient with Anton’s teasing and arch my back, forcing his cock inside of me. I push back against him, and he grabs my hips and pulls them towards him, pushing his cock all the way inside.

He knows better than to keep me waiting. I want what I want, when I want it. And I want it fucking now.

God fucking damn.

His cock is marvelous.

I stare forward, right into Starry, Starry Night placed perfectly before us. It’s almost like someone set this here for this exact purpose. Fucking while admiring a Vincent Van Gogh original is quite a statement of admiration.

The dim lights throughout the museum creates a spectacular romantic atmosphere. The ambiance feels decidedly unique, like this is an experience I could only get here.

Anton thrusts his cock harder, and he’s fully inside me. It sends a jolt through my body. Everything else seems to cease around us, my focus entirely occupied by new sensations.

His hand slides up my back, tracing my spine. I shudder and sway my ass, moving his cock around inside me. I continue to sway, just to keep feeling that glorious fucking cock deep in my pussy.

His cock is hitting my G-spot relentlessly, forcing my entire body to shake against him. Before I know it, I’m on the verge of exploding all over him.

“I’m going to come!” I shout.

“Come for me, Percy. Come all over my fucking cock!” he shouts back, our voices echoing throughout the empty museum.

No one and nothing can hear us but Van Gogh’s legacy as I moan and whimper, gushing cum all over him.

To no surprise, Starry, Starry Night now has a splash of evidence from our little bang session. I can’t fucking tell where, but I know it’s there. The thought only turns me on more.

Anton pulls his cock from my pussy. I stand and turn around, still catching my breath from my most recent orgasm.

With no pause, no warning, he takes my shoulder and forces me to my knees. His hand is on my head, and I’m staring at his cock, now at eye level with me.

Fuck. Yes.

I take the head of his cock into my mouth and flick my tongue along his frenulum. I look up at him, and he meets my gaze.

He sighs, content, and whispers, “that’s right, Percy.”

I smile, his cock still in my mouth. Just then, he gives my head a light push to take more of him between my lips.

I oblige and swirl my tongue around his cock as much as I can. I bring my hand up to his balls and massage them.

I keep sucking passionately, my fervor driven more and more as I listen to him. “Oh, Percy,” he moans, whispering between ragged breaths.

I move my hand up and place it at the edge of my lips wrapped around his cock. I begin stroking and sucking him at the same time, my tongue running up and down his cock. He moans in approval.

I pull my mouth from him and continue stroking his spit-slicked cock. He pushes his hips forward, and his cock is throbbing. The sight of his pleasure alone is driving me wild.

I want him back inside me. My pussy lips are aching with greedy desire.

“Oh, don’t stop, Persephone,” Anton moans.

It drives me fucking crazy when he uses my full first name.

He puts his hand on the back of my head again and grips my hair, gently but forcefully at the same time. I resist briefly, tensing my neck and shoulders, attempting to savor some bit of control before finally letting him guide my mouth back onto his cock.

My pussy is already fucking drenched again from the sexual energy flowing between us. I take a deep breath, and his cock slides further into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.

He rests there for a moment, then begins thrusting his cock into my mouth. His smell is intoxicating.

Anton’s sexy, commanding demeanor will be my downfall. I take in a deep breath and accept his cock into my throat as he thrusts back and forth.

Anton moans and grunts, and I can feel his fingers tense and relax with each thrust into my throat.

I take my hand and grip the back of his thigh. His pants create a barrier, preventing me from scraping my nails down his bare leg like I want to, but the sensation is enough to drive him over the edge.

I hear him panting and feel his cock fill before his hot cum shoots out, hitting the back of my throat. He explodes in my mouth, filling it to the brim almost immediately. Cum drips out from the corners of my lips, down my chin and all over my tits.

I take my hand and stroke the exposed portion of his cock while I continue to suck him off. I suck hard, and when every last delicious drop of cum is finally extracted, I gently release his cock.

I open my mouth and show him the product of our hard work. He smiles, pleased with me.

Anton kneels down and tilts my chin up to him, and I greet his lips with my own, sealing our passion with a kiss. Our lips begin to part, and as I open my mouth slightly, I find Anton’s tongue pressing inward, wanting to taste his cum in my mouth.

I open my mouth wider, and our tongues meet. As our lips part and our faces draw near, I smile broadly at him. No one has ever been so willing—or able—to fulfill my fantasies.

“How was that for exciting, Anton?” I ask.

“Wonderful, Perce. This is something you said you wanted to do while we were here, remember?”

Of course I do. But the fact that he remembered as well sends flutters racing through my heart.

“It was. But now that I’ve got what I wanted, let’s go somewhere a little more up your alley. It’ll be fun!” I suggest, pulling at his hand.

He smirks up at me. “Alright. But remember, you asked for it.”