You're away for a weekend and were renting an old Victorian house. It's such an old creepy building, certainly nothing like the more modern spaces you're used to. The first night you notice a strange portrait on the wall of a woman, she's beautiful but a little unsettling at the same time. Your first night there is restless, so much so that the next morning when you finally explore the rest of the house you end up a little too comfortable on one of the couches and drift off. Suddenly you see the woman from the portrait walking in the garden, her presence startles you awake. The sun sets and you are back in the room you're staying in, you drift off but awake at 3AM to the sound of footsteps, but you're a rational man, your mind is just playing tricks on you. Suddenly the woman in the portrait is there in the room with you, making her way onto the bed she uses her soft delicate hands, stroking your hard cock until you cum. You open your eyes, a bit confused and realize you've had a wet dream, but of the woman in the portrait? You do some research the next day, with so many questions buzzing through your busy mind-is the house haunted? Is she a succubus? Did last night really happen? Or was it a strange dream? You're almost eager to go to bed, hoping rest will bring you more answers, and once you doze off-she's back. But this time she uses more than just her hands, her warm wet mouth is irresistible. Her tongue swirls around your hard and aching cock, and she milks out every drop of cum, but the same as the night before when you open your eyes she is no where to be seen. You feel compelled to check the portrait, and when you do you find cum on the frame??? Is this all real? The night can't come soon enough, it's your last night in the house, so once you drift off, she returns. She silently strips off her clothes before making her way onto the bed, starting with her mouth getting your cock hard and ready before she slides you inside of her, fucking you in multiples positions before begging to be filled with your cum, and you're all too happy to give her what she wants. She thanks you, pussy dripping with cum. The morning comes and you pack your bag to leave, but notice her dress placed on the side of the couch, and somehow the portrait that you've looked at so many times since arriving has disappeared. Maybe it was all real, and if it was maybe you'll find your way back again for the Woman in the Portrait.