Painting
This paint looked like cum-- I fantasized about it dripping off my body while I painted with it for about an hour, imagining it was cum from all the men my wife has ever flirted with. I didn't actually taste it but I sure as fuck felt it, exhilarated to squeeze the black nine inch roller as the white sticky liquid oozed all over my hands and dripped onto the floor. I was liberal and sloppy with the paint, letting it drip, imagining a Man putting His Cock inside Her, while I lay helpless in...