The farmer was a man of few words, but his wife knew how to please him. She would sit on the floor in front of him, her back against the wall, and he would paint her with oil paints. He loved to watch her eyes

The farmer was a man of few words, but his wife knew how to please him. She would sit on the floor in front of him, her back against the wall, and he would paint her portrait with oil paints. He loved to watch her face contort in pleasure as he painted her lips and cheeks with bright reds and pinks. Her eyes were always closed tightly, as if she were lost in a world of pleasure that only existed for her. And when she came, it was like a symphony of moans and sighs that filled the room.One day, he decided to paint her with an oil painting standing portrait. He wanted to capture every detail of her body - from the way she held herself to the way she looked at him with those big eyes. And so he set up his easel and began painting away.As he worked, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful his wife was - even when she wasn't trying to be sexy or seductive. She had this natural beauty about her that made him want to capture it forever on canvas.And then suddenly, something strange happened - his wife's eyes opened wide and she let out a loud moan that echoed throughout the room. It was as if she had been transported somewhere else entirely - somewhere where only they could see each other naked and writhing in pleasure together on their knees...