Muse Takes Her Clothes Off

She's paid for this. That's the detail that matters. Isabelle sits across the room in a Venetian palazzo, skirts hiked slightly — accidentally, perhaps, or not — and the glint in her gaze says she'll damn well get it. Laurent kisses her clit, sucks, pulls her breasts free. The polished veneer melts away, replaced by raw desperate need.Venetian palazzos, Florentine studios, French court workshops, ...