Seductive Stories: "corps paint"

Morning light bathes her in “corps paint” as she wakes already needy. Sheets tangle around naked hips while she grinds lazily against a pillow, moaning “corps paint” into the quiet room. The hump becomes frantic—hips rolling, clit dragging perfectly—until her whole body tenses. In this “corps paint” she comes with soft, sleepy cries, thighs trembling, then licks her own sweetness from her fingers like it’s the most natural thing in the world.