Paint Job

"Is this exhibit really worth seeing?" You grumble as Chaeyeon drags you into the art hall. "There's no one in here!"

You look around the four corners of the hall, pointing to one lonely painting not even hung up on the wall, just laying in a corner against the floor.

"There isn't even a guard here, we could just take this painting and run!"

Chaeyeon pulls you to a back corner, away from anyone in the hall. "Or, you could take me instead and cum." With a seductive smile the thin white cardigan slips off her shoulders, showing off her equally pale skin. You were immediately hard - Chaeyeon had a... proclivity for sex outdoors, preferably a quiet and air-conditioned place, and so once again she was propositioning you in a gallery. You kiss her and push her up against the wall.

"There isn't an exhibit here is there?"

"Nope, but aren't I the only exhibitionist you need?" She was right, and your hands slip under her thin top - after being tantalized by the curves of her breasts the whole afternoon, your moan matches hers when you finally get to squeeze them, her flesh soft and giving.

"We don't have too much time..." Chaeyeon gasps, and you agree with her, your hands already on her jeans. They slide off her hips easily, and her panties follow soon after, pooling around her ankles as she spreads her legs a little. "Come on oppa!" She whines, and you press a finger to her dripping slit.

"You're so wet already!"

"I wanted this since we entered the gallery." She gasps as you rub up and down her pussy.

"Why didn't we just go home and fuck then?"

"It's more thrilling here." She unbuckles your own jeans and grasps your cock. "You're so hard for me too, don't lie and tell me you don't like it."

You stay silent, sliding your boxers down to your knees as a reply. Slightly pushing Chaeyeon against the wall, you thrust up into her, both of you biting back moans to not alert the entire building.

"You're so big for me, fuck I love this." She gasps as you hammer her at a quick pace, both of you chasing the thrill of an orgasm. You try to make Chaeyeon the most beautiful painting in the building as you nail her to the wall, your cock pumping deep inside her with every thrust.

"Babe harder, you're going to make me scream!" Chaeyeon whines, her eyes already losing focus as she feels her orgasm creep up her spine. One stroke, two strokes, thr- two strokes is all you need. You muffle her scream, planting your mouth on hers when she climaxes, trembling and arching against the wall, wanting to feel more of you in her.

Your job done, you add the finishing touches, giving her pussy a brand new coat of paint as you spread your thick cum all over her walls, watching her eyes roll in her head with satisfaction.

"Fuck it always feels better in public." Chaeyeon coos when both of you stop twitching, her hands on your shoulder to steady herself.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

With a shock the two of you jump to get dressed, Chaeyeon barely throwing the cardigan on in time when the guard turns the corner.

"Sorry, this section is closed."

"Oh, we thought this was an exhibit, there's this painting here." You point at the lonely painting.

"Hmm that shouldn’t be there I think, let me check, you two should leave though." The guard walks the two of you out of the hallway and pulls a rope barrier across the entrance. “Have a good day.”

The two of you let out a sigh of relief as the guard leaves. You try to pull Chaeyeon away, but you feel her resist you. She breaks your grip and steps over the rope boundary.

"Oppa, take a photo of me!" Right, she loved to document her "trophies". "Make sure the painting's in it."

You roll your eyes and quickly take a photo for her. As always you hand her the phone so she can check your work.

"Thanks..." She tilts her head to one side, exposing her neck. "An artist should sign his painting, you know?" You pull Chaeyeon towards you, kissing her neck and sucking it harshly, leaving your signature on her.

"I can still feel you dripping out of me..." She whispers sensually, and she smirks when she feels you respond to her words. Her hand drifts from her neck, goes down her body, and stops at her bare midriff.

"Take me home now. There's still a lot of canvas you need to paint."