Chapter 36: Erotic Art
Allen wasn't lying when he told Jerome he would discuss art with Moses.
Who says erotic art can't be considered art? If you don't believe me, look how much Moses loved this art.
Moses' face was glowing with an attractive blush as she wrapped her arms around Allen's neck, enjoying the thrusts inside her cunt.
Allen's thick cock was stretching out her cunt, rubbing against it as he swung his hips and waist.
The pleasure in her cunt caused Moses' nostrils to emit a small grunt, which, though small, could be heard in the empty ladies' restroom.
Allen didn't stop Moses from moaning; he'd looked through his perspective eyes, and no third person was in this women's restroom.
Allen felt liquid running down his thighs, and he knew it was the bodily fluids seeping out of Moses' vagina.
At this point, the two were getting more and more aroused, and it was clear that this frontal body position could no longer satisfy them.
Allen had Moses turn around so that she was holding onto the wall and puckering her ass up.
Faced with a snow-white ass, Allen's lust no longer allowed him to continue admiring it, and he held his cock and pressed the glans against the opening of Moses' cunt, then with a hardening of his waist and hips, he thrust his cock in hard.
Allen held onto Moses' waist and swung his waist and hips wildly. In this position, Allen's cock could penetrate deeper into Moses' vagina more easily.
"Allen ...... so good ...... ahhh ...... so good ...... "Moses' sanity eroded a bit under the thrill of the pleasure, and small moans escaped her lips.
Allen swept around with his penetrating eyes, and while no one was still coming in, he knew it was time to pick up the pace.
A sound similar to clapping was emitted from the toilet, and the frequency of the sound continued to increase. Accompanying the clapping was a sound similar to a dog drinking water.
"Ah ...... so good ...... ah ......" Moses couldn't control it any longer and let out a woozy cry as she felt her two legs were weak and a little unsteady.
Allen pulled Moses over so she could stand, his mouth coming up to kiss Moses so he could keep her from making waves.
Allen's hands wrapped around Moses' waist from behind, which prevented her from falling to the floor on weak legs.
Lastly, there was Allen's cock, his waist and hips swinging with no intention of slowing down, and the sound of applause still echoed in the ladies' room.
Suddenly, high heels stomping sounded in the women's restroom, and a woman walked in.
Moses' sanity instantly became apparent, and she tried to get Allen to stop, but Allen couldn't stop at this point because he was about to cum.
Allen tightened his grip around Moses' waist, his cock thrusting into a frantic rhythm as Moses covered his mouth tightly to feel the rush of pleasure.
The woman applying makeup to the mirror heard the commotion in the toilet cubicle. Suspiciously, she walked up, knocked gently on the cubicle door, and asked, "Is there anyone in there?"
Allen and Moses couldn't answer her at this point, as both were caught up in the shivers of orgasm.
Just as the lady at the door hesitated to call someone to investigate, a sudden argument broke out outside the restroom.
The lady curiously exited the restroom, and after she left, Allen and Moses cleaned up and likewise left the toilet cubicle.
The museum was embroiled in a brawl that drew many people to watch.
As Allen and Moses passed a specific lady, the other saw them, and an ambiguous look came into her eyes.
Allen smiled awkwardly and inquired about what had happened.
Someone came to the museum with a bronze statue, intending to sell it, but the museum staff broke one of their hands.
The statue’s owner is looking for the museum’s curator to argue.
Allen's eyes swept over the statue, carved of a woman holding a lamp. One of the woman's hands was somewhat deformed, presumably caused by being dropped from a height and hitting the floor.
To Allen's surprise, a golden glow emanated from the statue, indicating that the statue was a genuine antique work of art.
"My God ...... what a fine work of art! How much would you be willing to sell it for, sir?" Allen approached the sculpture and snatched it up in one hand.
The sculpture’s owner was a slim man with long chestnut-colored hair. He was initially angry to see the statue taken away, but after hearing Allen's words, he immediately held out a finger. "The museum is asking for one million dollars. If you can offer more, I can sell it to you."
However, Allen wasn't even paying attention to what the man said. His eyes had absorbed the golden glow escaping from the statue, and he was starting a new life from the statue’s perspective.