“Open up.” Lukas demands, digging his paint covered fingers into my hair as he pulls my mouth down onto him. He fills me up immediately, hitting the back of my throat in one hard thrust.
We find a rhythm between us, Graham thrusting up as I clamp down onto him, riding him backwards as he grips my hips.
“Turn around, I want a turn to fuck that perfect, tight pussy.” Lukas says, yanking me off Graham.
He plants me tits down in the paint, with my ass in the air, entering me slowly so I can feel each of his piercings as they glide against my entrance. Graham pumps his cock as he watches us.
“Fuck you both look so good.” He says, working his length with our combined arousal.
Lukas grabs me by the ass, gripping me hard enough to bruise as he thrusts into me over and over.
I cry out as he hits my g-spot. My fingers slip against the wet canvas as I try to push myself up. He presses a hand into the base of my spine, keeping me pushed down.
“You’re going to lay here and take every single inch of me, baby. You’re going to let me fill you with my come and then Graham is going to paint your body with his.”
I moan as he continues fucking me. His words are forceful, dirty, and commanding and I love it.
Graham stands over us, stroking his cock until he sprays his load over my back, splattering some of it onto the canvas.
“Fuck.” Lukas says, his hips hitting me harder. I feel the press of his hip bones digging into my ass with each thrust, jiggling my thighs. “You’re so fucking gorgeous covered in paint and come.” Lukas says while wrapping his hand into my hair and pulling.
As he yanks me up by my hair, his angle changes, hitting me even deeper with his cock.
I feel my orgasm build in the base of my spine, cresting over my body as he continues to fuck me hard.
Graham reaches down, grabbing me by my jaw and shoving his come coated fingers into my mouth. The salty taste explodes on my tongue as I clamp down on Lukas’s cock. My orgasm erupts down my body as I cry out around Graham’s fingers.
Lukas follows in his orgasm, and I feel the warmth of his release fill me as his thrusts slow.
Graham helps hoist me up, handing me a towel and tossing one at Lukas.
We’re a disaster covered in paint. I look down at my art piece and see an imprint of my breasts with a barely visible hint of Graham’s come.
“I like it better like that.” Lukas says, looking down while wiping his chest.
“You know what, I do too.” I say with a chuckle. “Screw it. She’s hated everything I’ve done this whole year.” I lift the canvas off the floor with the boys’ help, setting it on the rack to dry.
I’ll need to build a frame for it later, because that’s one piece I’d like to keep.
“I say we hang it over the mantel.” Lukas says, pulling on his clothes.
“I agree, I can point to it and say I helped make that.” Graham says with a chuckle.
“I think we should call it sex bomb.” Lukas says, while I struggle back into my clothes.
“I think we need to go home and wash all this paint off.” I say, as I gaze down at the mess I’m covered in. I can already feel the paint starting to dry on my skin.
“Alright, as long as we get to help you in the shower.” Graham states, placing his hands on my hips.
“Deal.” I say with a grin. “I think I’m ready for round two.”
They look at me with hunger in their eyes, and I bite my lip tasting acrylic paint while I picture being sandwiched between them.
Graham doesn’t waste a second and lifts me over his shoulder, feet dangling.
“Lukas, grab her stuff. I’ve got the girl.” I giggle as he slaps my ass before jogging us out of the room.
Lukas looks over at us as he runs to catch up, my bag in hand.
