Cumming on her beautiful pair of breasts

Lisa, I’ve never granted a picture painting request. I didn’t find the idea terribly arousing. But I decided to be kind to you and grant your request. You seemed so in need of some cum on your picture, and I was feeling charitable. But good God, it was amazing. I had the camera strapped around my neck, perched upon my chest on a mini-tripod, blocking my view entirely. I could only see myself and you through the camera’s LCD display. It was the same view I would have had if the camera had not been there. I was seeing exactly what you see when you watch this, and you are seeing it from my own natural point of view. I began to understand the arousal you are feeling when you watch this, and I became very, very aroused myself, your arousal feeding my own so very intensely. And then all I could see was your lovely, smiling face, twinkling eyes looking at me, wanting. I began to shudder, quiver, shake uncontrollably as my orgasm approached. The peak was so that I could not scale it on the first attempt. I had to take a step back, and then continue. It was a very powerful orgasm. My volume was depleted by an earlier orgasm, but was quite remarkable considering. After I came, I just sat there, quivering, twitching, trying to catch my breath. I stopped recording and took pictures. That’s when I decided that your picture needed more paint. I’m sorry I couldn’t be more vocal.