Pranali was standing nude in their holiday suit as harshad was making painting of his girlfriend.Upon a pillar, bearing a vase, pranali head turned slightly turned to the side. The light caught the side of her face graciously, accentuating the curves of her jaw, caressing her neck and falling gently on her breasts, casting shadows beneath them. Pranali black hair was back and up, but even then it was still long enough to gently fall on her back. Her full red lips were closed, but seemingly anticipating being able to open.

Harshad brush carefully and gracefully traced the outline of the woman. A man who paid particular attention to detail, the right lines in all the right places were given to create the image of the beauty before him. Her lover who admired every shadow, every touch of light on pranali skin, the pink tint of her nipple on her lightly tanned breast, all curves and colors which he laid out on his canvas with a mathematical precision.

As pranali stood there, she could not help but daydream as harshad was painting her. Pranali thought of many things, and eventually her mind drifted off to the idea of sex. She looked down quickly at harshad, his hand on his brush, his muscular arm directing each graceful move to create lines on his canvas. Pranali began to think about what his body must look like under the plain white short-sleeved shirt. He was a very handsome man, with a chiseled face and jet-black hair. Pranali could only wonder what his penis looks like, the bulge in his paint-stained khaki pants. She began to tingle between her thighs at the thought.Her mind suddenly started to drift away, and she found herself thinking about being pounded by harshad on his bed in the other room. She could feel herself begin to become wet, and suddenly she was self-conscious. Her face became flushed, and she wondered if harshad noticed.

"Is everything alright up there?" Harshad asked.

"Oh, um, yes, I'm fine, thanks." Pranali replied.

He went back to painting diligently. She hung on his words, loving the rich sound of his voice.

"Actually, could we take a break?" Pranali asked .

"I don't see why not. Would you like something to drink?" Harshad asked her.

Harshad walked into the washroom and cleaned the paint off his hands.

Pranali - "No, thanks, I just need to take a little break, loosen up a little."

Harshad walked into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of orange juice. Pranali grabbed her robe, draped it over herself and tied the belt. She took a seat on the couch and relaxed for a moment. Pranali watched harshad take the dishes out of the dishwasher and dry them, and then place them back in the cabinet. Again pranali began to think about his cock inside her, and her pussy began to water. She was becoming increasingly horny with each moment, but she had to force herself to keep from touching herself, or making any strange movement that would make harshad  suspicious. The soft silk on her body was not helping her calm down any, as whenever she moved, her nipples, which had become hard now, rubbed against the fabric, and caused her pussy to burn with desire.

Harshad watched her as she stared off into space.

Harshad - "What are you thinking about?"

Pranali - "Oh, nothing really. You know, usual things."

She was beginning to wonder if he knew.

"Actually, my mind is just a little clouded right now, I don't know if I'll be able to stand there still much longer."pranali stood up and walked to the kitchen counter, and stood near harshad.

Harshad - "Why, what's wrong?"

She looked him deep in his eyes, seeing herself grow closer to him.

"Oh, I'm sure it will be all right."

Pranali told him, and then their lips met. At first harshad was a little shocked, but welcomed the kiss. He had always tried to maintain a high level of professionalism with his models, but he could feel her desire on his mouth. All harshad could do was kiss pranali back. Harshad slid his arms down pranali sides, and wrapped them around her. Pranali put her arms around his neck, and pulled herself into him. She pressed her body close to harshad, trying to feel his penis inside his pants. She could tell harshad was getting aroused. Pranali began to unbutton harshad shirt, and she took it off, and it fell to the floor, revealing his muscular arms and chest. Harshad  moved his hands from pranali back to her breasts, and he caressed them through her silk robe. Pranali exhaled sharply, and harshad spun her around, and kissed her neck gently, and grabbed her breasts from behind, squeezing them gently, and caressing her nipples through her robe. Pranali was becoming so wet now, she could almost feel her juices start to drip out of her hole.

"Sometimes, the best cure for temptation is to increase the magnitude, and then release it." - harshad said with a smirk on his face.

Pranali turned around and kissed harshad repeatedly, knowing he would soon set her free. She kissed harshad and led him to the bedroom at the same time, and once they were there harshad pushed the robe off pranali shoulders, and it fell to the floor. She was once again exposed to him, but this time it was different. Pranali gracefulness was accompanied by an animalistic desire, a burning heat within her begging to be satisfied. Pranali undid harshad pants and he kissed her as she slid them off his waist. She slid off hc boxer shorts and his penis came free. Pranali stopped kissing him and studied it for a moment in the yellowish light of the room. Her pussy immediately became very wet as she looked over the veined shaft, his balls hanging beneath it. Pranali took harshad penis in her hand, and pulled him by it over to the bed.

Harshad instantly became rock hard as her hand wrapped around his cock. He enjoyed the feeling of pranali warm skin against his penis, and he could barely contain himself as pranali ran her hand over it, caressing it. Harshad climbed over  her in the bed, and kissed her deeply on the mouth. He opened a drawer in the bedside table, trying not to attract her attention, and he pulled out two silk scarves. Harshad took the hand that was on his penis and pulled it up to the headboard.

"What are you doing?" Pranali asked.

She very well knew what harshad was doing. Harshad tied her arm to the headboard tightly, so she would be sure to be kept from coming free. He then took pranali other hand and tied it to the headboard as well. Being tightly secured, she was his. Harshad  ran his hand down the length of pranali body, until he got to her legs. He gently touched the insides of pranali thighs, so close to her wet hole, but took care to avoid touching the lips of her pussy. Pranali brought her legs up as harshad touched her, greatly wanting him to touch her in that special place. Harshad could tell this was going to drive her nuts.On the bedside table there were a few of  paintbrushes, brand new and unused. Harshad grabbed a thick brush with thin hairs, and began to create his masterpiece. He began with her lips, tracing around her mouth, and then down her soft cheek to her neck. He touched the brush to the underside of her breast, and he watched how she reacted. He brushed in circles, the brush tickling her ever so softly, and she was unable to do anything about it. He brushed her nipple, so hard now as he teased her. Her eyes were closed, enjoying him having fun with her body. He brushed the other nipple in the same fashion, and then drew a line down her stomach.

Harshad took a thicker paintbrush, and moved to the end of the bed. He pulled pranali legs apart, and she lay there with her feet flat on the bed, legs spread wide, and her pussy exposed to him. Harshad brushed the insides of pranali thigh, down to her crotch, and he brushed along the folds of her pussy.

Pranali could hardly understand. Aside from being so incredibly horny, wanting nothing other than to be fucked, pounded so hard, to cum, and be released of her tension, she was confused. She expected harshad to give her wild animalistic sex, and here he was teasing her. Bound to the bed, all she could do was take in the feeling of the paintbrush between her legs.On one side of pranali pussy harshad ran the paintbrush, on the other, his finger. He traced her hole, taking care to keep from entering her, enjoying watching her squirm as he touched her. Pranali made little  moans with every line he traced on her. Harshad touched the paintbrush to her engorged clit, and she jumped a little, and he brushed around in little circles.

Pranali was so on edge; the paintbrush on her clit was driving her absolutely insane, as were harshad fingers still just touching her pussy. Pranali saw harshad fiddle with the paintbrush for a moment, and she wondered what he was doing. Then she heard a humming noise, and harshad touched the other end of the brush to the pearl between her legs once more. Pranali could hardly think as vibrations originating from her clit surged through her, and throughout her body. Her legs immediately wanted to close, but harshad kept them open, and he kept holding the brush vibrator

on her clit, driving her closer and closer to orgasm.