Liam’s body was a living masterpiece of debauchery, streaked with crimson, gold, black, and emerald paint, mixed with sweat, c*m, and the evidence of his shattering orgasms. He lay face-down on the ruined black silk sheets, ass still raised slightly, Nick’s thick c**k softening inside him after the brutal paint-fueled f*****g.
Every breath sent fresh tremors through his overstimulated muscles. His hole fluttered around the intrusion, leaking a sinful mixture of paint and seed down his thighs. He’d come three times already tonight. Screamed Nick’s name until his throat was raw. And still, his treacherous c**k twitched against the sticky sheets, trying to harden again.
Nick pulled out slowly, deliberately, watching with dark satisfaction as more c*m dribbled from Liam’s puffy, painted hol
