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RUPERT
Her p***y was covered in swirls of chocolate, though God knows that work of art didn’t need any further embellishment.
I made her my very own little barbarian.
Perfect.
I dipped the brush in the pot, and carefully, slowly decorated circles around her c**t, swirling it until Ivy squirmed to avoid the caress.
“Stop tormenting me so,” she said, her voice was full of entreaty.
“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” I asked, and shucked my clothing off, my hardness springing mercifully free from the prison of my trousers.
Our smiles for each other were earnest.
It was so easy with her.
I could relax.
“I think you need a fresh smear of paint on your belly.” I grabbed her wrists in one fist, and held them above her head, my c**k swelling painfully with the
