Art Room 19.00, Amsterdam

The night twinkles with stars, the moonlight bathing the dark side of the city of Amsterdam, the cold air temperature is ignored by every citizen wrapped in scarves and thick jackets. They are busy with their evening activities; walking with their partners on the sidewalks, going to a cafe to enjoy hot coffee, or going to the mall to find warmth.

The citizens of Amsterdam should be like this, but not Alan. Yes, Alan Anderson, your painter boyfriend who loves art—and of course loves you.

That night, once again in his Art Room. The open curtains displayed the beautiful moonlight, the cold winter wind blew through the room filled with paint and paintings.

However, the cold air felt shattered when the loud squeak from the table was heard in the room.

Alan, frustrated because he couldn't get any ideas and imagination, vented his anxiety on you. Yes, you were bent on a table filled with his dried paints, and Alan grabbed you from behind strongly and forcefully.

"Ahh..," Alan moaned with pleasure, his hands gripping your hips, he moved his hips, pressing you from behind strongly, each his movement hitting your sensitive spot.