Swiping my finger in black paint, I slowly lower my hand to his golden skin and run it over his chest, feeling the heated skin and then flexing my hand over it. His heart beats wildly beneath my palm as I smear it down his body, running over every bump of his abs. His gaze lifts to mine as his lips part. Placing his brush on the table, he follows suit, swirling his fingers in lavender and then laying them on my ribs. He lets his hand dance from left to right across my body, making me suck in air at the heady sensations that settle low, just at the top of my panties. With blue, I explore his
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