I plunged my fingers into the first shade. It was a bright neon green. I coated my digits. I shuddered as I smeared it right on my belly. I groaned at...the contact. I worked it around, leaving a fun swirl.I smiled at the feel of it on my skin, the paint coating my body. It hugged me. My left hand darted into a bottle of deep vermilion. I scooped up a nice glob of both fingers and attacked my left breast. I rubbed it into my flesh while a wicked tingle raced through me. I groaned as I covered my. "Always. He's like an animal." Suddenly she kicked back the bedspread and, pulling her gown up above her knees, pointed to two small round bruises - one on each of her inner thighs. "See," said Lola, "a real brute."As her red-haired brother continued to stare at her legs, she suddenly brought one hand up to her right breast. Slowly she pulled down the top right side of her gown, fully revealing a naked breast. "And here," she said, sadly, massaging the nipple gently between thumb and. Softly moving over your skin Sitting on your ass, straddling you As you lie on my bed Face downRubbing your shoulders and arms And moving down Unhooking your bra And using lotion to rub moisture into your skin Pushing your stress away I get to your hips and slide your panties off Moving them down your sexy ass Dropping them on the floor Sliding my fingers across your hips And pushing into your strong ass, I reach the space between your thighs It is already wet Dripping with excitement As I. ‘Oh, that’s right!’ she said suddenly, as though interrupting herself. ‘My name is Abris. I work around here. What about you, warrior of Graymoor?’ ‘I am not sure I have many stories from Graymoor. It seems more like I have one story—the story of my life. Certainly not the story of a warrior.’ Singear took a few more steps before acknowledging the second part of Abris’s solicitation. ‘My name is Singear, but I have always gone by Sin.’ She waited a few moments to see if the name seemed at all.