Can't remember if I posted this...
You place a kiss on my shoulder before dabbing the brush on my skin, drawing a wide line down to my hip bone, the red a startling contrast to my pale colouring. Dipping the brush back into the pot, you place it onto my neck, watching as the paint dribbles down to the hollow of my throat, as you drag another line down the front of my body, between my breasts, down over my stomach. My skin twitches as you brush back and forward over my belly button. Another dip into the paint, and you run the bristles through your finges, splattering it onto my breasts, then circle my nipples, smiling as they harden beneath the bristles.
You move me onto my side, lying down with your head at my legs as you start to paint them, the colour deepening as you load more and more onto your brush. You focus intently on painting my inner thighs, as I take up my own brush, dip it into the blue paint and start to mirror your actions, dragging a line down from your shoulder to your hip bone, then watching the paint dribble down onto the white sheets. I run my fingers through the bristles, scattering the paint onto you, watching as it lands on your face, the colour absurdly suiting you. I swivel round, wrapping my legs around you as you continue to paint me, dragging the brush over your shoulders, dribbling down your chest, pooling in your lap. I kiss you, before dabbing blue around your eyes and down your cheeks with my fingers. Your hands mirror mine, and as we kiss again, we start to see shades of purple emerge.
I lie down on my back, pulling you on top of me. The paint is slick between us as you wrap your arms around me, moving your knee between my legs. I dip my hand into the pot and put handprints on your chest, dragging my nails down your skin. Your hands rest on my back, holding me close to you as I wrap my legs around your waist, feeling you grow hard, your cock feeling heavy on my thigh. I roll us onto our sides, cognisant of the array of prints we are leaving on the white sheets. I run my paint-wet hands through your hair, and you return the favour, pulling me close again as you slide your cock deep inside my wet pussy, feeling me grip you so tight as I struggle to get used to your length. You start with slow thrusts, holding my hips in your hands as you guide yourself in and out, over and over, enjoying the small spasms my pussy is making around your hard cock. I thrust back onto you, holding you tight and riding you hard, the paint getting mixed with sweat now as you grind into me faster. I grab the paint and throw it on you, watching the blue cover the purple, dripping down onto my own red flesh...
You pull out and flip me over, sliding back inside me easily, pressing my hands onto the sheet, the streaks of colour dancing in front of my eyes as I feel my orgasm start to build. You run your hands down my arms and I get taken with the rainbow again, my mind almost detaching as my orgasm bursts from me, my pussy clamping down on your cock as you thrust into me again and again, your hips a juddering blur as you finally attain your own climax. You grind into me, pushing deeper and deeper as I feel you spill deep inside me. I watch as your hand grips mine, both still wet from the paint, holding such promise, as we continue to paint in broad strokes.
You move me onto my side, lying down with your head at my legs as you start to paint them, the colour deepening as you load more and more onto your brush. You focus intently on painting my inner thighs, as I take up my own brush, dip it into the blue paint and start to mirror your actions, dragging a line down from your shoulder to your hip bone, then watching the paint dribble down onto the white sheets. I run my fingers through the bristles, scattering the paint onto you, watching as it lands on your face, the colour absurdly suiting you. I swivel round, wrapping my legs around you as you continue to paint me, dragging the brush over your shoulders, dribbling down your chest, pooling in your lap. I kiss you, before dabbing blue around your eyes and down your cheeks with my fingers. Your hands mirror mine, and as we kiss again, we start to see shades of purple emerge.
I lie down on my back, pulling you on top of me. The paint is slick between us as you wrap your arms around me, moving your knee between my legs. I dip my hand into the pot and put handprints on your chest, dragging my nails down your skin. Your hands rest on my back, holding me close to you as I wrap my legs around your waist, feeling you grow hard, your cock feeling heavy on my thigh. I roll us onto our sides, cognisant of the array of prints we are leaving on the white sheets. I run my paint-wet hands through your hair, and you return the favour, pulling me close again as you slide your cock deep inside my wet pussy, feeling me grip you so tight as I struggle to get used to your length. You start with slow thrusts, holding my hips in your hands as you guide yourself in and out, over and over, enjoying the small spasms my pussy is making around your hard cock. I thrust back onto you, holding you tight and riding you hard, the paint getting mixed with sweat now as you grind into me faster. I grab the paint and throw it on you, watching the blue cover the purple, dripping down onto my own red flesh...
You pull out and flip me over, sliding back inside me easily, pressing my hands onto the sheet, the streaks of colour dancing in front of my eyes as I feel my orgasm start to build. You run your hands down my arms and I get taken with the rainbow again, my mind almost detaching as my orgasm bursts from me, my pussy clamping down on your cock as you thrust into me again and again, your hips a juddering blur as you finally attain your own climax. You grind into me, pushing deeper and deeper as I feel you spill deep inside me. I watch as your hand grips mine, both still wet from the paint, holding such promise, as we continue to paint in broad strokes.