She drew the panel with quick, hard strokes. The woman on the page had her legs spread wide, cunt lips parted, while the guy behind her slammed his cock in balls-deep. No shading yet, just the lines of his shaft disappearing into her. Lena’s own pussy throbbed as she worked. She set the pencil down, shoved her chair back, and slid two fingers straight into her wet hole.
“Fuck,” she muttered. The drawing was good. Too good. She pumped her fingers fast, thumb rubbing her clit, staring at the ink lines she’d just made. Her smut comics always got her like this. No romance, no slow tease. Just bodies fucking.
Her phone buzzed. It was Mark. He knew what she drew. He’d posed for half the panels.
“Bring your cock over,” she texted back, one-handed, still fingering herself. “Need reference.”
He showed up fifteen minutes later, already hard in his jeans. Lena didn’t bother with hello. She pushed him against the wall, dropped to her knees, and yanked his zipper down. His cock sprang out, thick and veined, exactly like the one in her latest panel. She wrapped her lips around the head and sucked hard, taking him to the back of her throat in one go.
“Jesus, Lena,” he growled, grabbing her hair. She didn’t answer. She just bobbed her head, gagging wetly, spit running down his balls. Her free hand stayed between her legs, rubbing her clit in the same rhythm she used on his shaft.
When she pulled off, strings of saliva connected her mouth to his cock. “Bed. Now. I need to draw the next page after.”
They stripped fast. Mark shoved her onto the mattress, spread her thighs, and buried his face between them. No teasing licks. He flattened his tongue and licked her from asshole to clit, then sucked the swollen nub into his mouth. Lena arched and swore, grinding down on his face. He tongue-fucked her hole until she came, thighs clamping his head, juices coating his chin.
“Roll over,” he said, voice rough. She got on all fours. He lined up and drove his cock into her cunt in one thrust. The stretch burned perfect. He fucked her hard, hips slapping her ass, balls swinging. Every stroke hit deep, just the way she drew it in the comics. Lena reached back and spread her cheeks so he could see everything.
“Deeper,” she ordered. “Make it look like the panel.”
Mark gripped her hips and pounded harder. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out filled the room. He pulled out, spat on her asshole, and pushed two fingers in while he kept fucking her pussy. Lena moaned loud and filthy, pushing back to take both.
She came again around his cock, cunt pulsing. He didn’t stop. He flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and kept driving in. Sweat dripped off him onto her tits. She reached down and rubbed her clit fast, chasing another orgasm while he used her.
“Gonna fill you up,” he grunted. “Just like you draw it.”
“Do it,” she gasped. “Come in my cunt.”
He slammed in deep and stayed there, cock twitching as he pumped load after load inside her. When he pulled out, thick white cum leaked from her stretched hole. Lena dipped her fingers in it, brought them to her mouth, and licked them clean while he watched.
They didn’t rest long. She grabbed her sketchpad, sat on the edge of the bed with his cum still dripping out of her, and started drawing the next panel right there. Mark watched, stroking himself hard again.
“Draw me fucking your ass this time,” he said.
Lena smiled, pencil moving. “Get the lube.”
By the time the page was finished, he had her bent over the desk, cock buried in her ass, her cunt leaking the first load onto the floor. She kept drawing even while he fucked her, lines shaky from the thrusts. The final panel showed exactly what they were doing, cum and all.
When he came again, deep in her ass, she added the last drops to the page.
Lena set the pencil down, ass still full, and looked at the finished comic spread. Raw lines. No mercy. Just like the real thing.
She turned to Mark. “Next issue needs a threesome. Call your friend.”
