She hunched over the drawing table in her tiny studio apartment, the only light coming from the desk lamp that threw harsh shadows across the manhwa pages spread out in front of her. Her pencil scratched fast and dirty, outlining the next panel where the male lead had the female character bent over a desk, skirt shoved up, panties ripped aside. The guy’s thick cock was half-buried in her cunt in the sketch, and she could already feel her own pussy getting slick just from the lines.
Her hand slipped under the waistband of her shorts without thinking. Two fingers rubbed straight over her clit, then pushed inside. She was soaked. “Shit,” she breathed, adding more pressure. The manhwa she was drawing was pure filth—cheating wife, dominant stranger, no mercy—and every panel she finished made her hornier. She worked her fingers faster, imagining the cock she was drawing slamming into her instead.
The studio door clicked open. She didn’t even look up at first. “Took you long enough,” she said, voice already rough. Her live model—tall, broad, the exact guy she based every dominant lead on—stepped inside and locked the door behind him.
He saw her hand moving in her shorts and grinned. “Drawing again? Or just finger-fucking yourself to your own work?”
“Both.” She pulled her fingers out, shiny with her juices, and held them up. “Come here and do it properly.”
He crossed the room in three strides, grabbed her wrist, and sucked her fingers clean. Then he yanked her up from the chair and spun her around, bending her over the table exactly like the panel she’d just drawn. Her shorts and panties hit the floor in one rough tug. Cool air hit her bare ass and dripping cunt.
“Spread,” he ordered.
She did, feet apart, back arched. He didn’t tease. Two thick fingers shoved straight into her pussy, knuckle-deep, and started pumping hard. The wet sound filled the room. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled. “This what drawing that slut gets you?”
“Yes—harder.”
He added a third finger, stretching her, then pulled them out and replaced them with his cock in one thrust. She gasped as he buried every inch. He was big, veiny, and he didn’t give her time to adjust. He fucked her exactly like the manhwa panels—fast, deep, rough. The table shook. Pencils rolled off. Each slam of his hips slapped skin on skin and drove her forward.
She clawed at the pages under her. “Don’t stop—fuck me like the character.”
He grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and pounded harder. “You want it like the book? Then take it.” His free hand reached under her, found her clit, and rubbed it in tight circles while his cock battered her g-spot. She came fast, cunt clenching around him, juices running down her thighs.
He didn’t slow down. He flipped her onto her back on the table, knocked the remaining pages aside, and shoved back inside. Her legs went over his shoulders. The new angle let him grind deep, the head of his cock hitting that spot over and over. She could see the veins on his shaft every time he pulled out, shiny with her cream, before he slammed back in.
“Tell me what you drew,” he demanded, voice low and filthy.
“She’s getting fucked on the desk—exactly like this—while her husband’s on the phone.”
He smirked and pulled out only long enough to flip her again, this time face-down on the scattered manhwa pages. Ink smudged across her tits and stomach as he mounted her from behind. He spread her ass cheeks, spat on her asshole, and pressed his thumb there while his cock went back into her cunt. “You want the full scene? I’ll give you the full scene.”
He fucked her like he was trying to break the table. Every thrust pushed her clit against the edge. She came again, harder, soaking the pages beneath her. He followed soon after, burying himself to the balls and unloading thick ropes of cum deep inside her. She felt every pulse.
When he finally pulled out, cum leaked down her thighs onto the ruined manhwa panels. He turned her over, made her look at the mess. “Better redraw it tomorrow,” he said, voice still rough. “Make it even dirtier.”
She smiled, already reaching for him again. “Round two. I’ve got more panels to act out.”
