I never thought painting my walls could turn into this kind of chaos. Pregnant Slut might be what some would call me, but honestly? I’m loving every second of it ever since he came inside me earlier today. My nephew came over to “help” with the living room, and let’s just say, things got messy fast… and not just on the walls.
He walked in with his paint rollers and that grin that made me weak, acting like he was just here to lend a hand. I leaned casually against the doorway, pretending I was in charge, but really? I was already imagining every accidental brush, every playful smudge that could leave us both laughing.
“Careful with that corner,” he said, dipping the roller, all innocent, and I rolled my eyes… but inside, I was grinning. Then, without warning, a streak of paint hit my cheek. I gasped, half in surprise, half because it was thrilling. “Hey! That’s cheating!” I said, laughing, swiping at it. He just shrugged, smirking, and flicked a little more across my jaw.
Before I knew it, the game was on. We were side by side, reaching for edges, leaning too close under the guise of “helping,” and somehow, my face ended up more painted with his sticky cum than the walls. I flicked my tongue up and down his long dick, and he grabbed my hair making me choke on his yummy balls. It felt like the rules didn’t exist anymore… just laughter, wetness, and a little pre cum from his circumcised cock.
I chased him around with a brush, he dodged, and somehow, I ended up with a stripe of cum across my nose, a smudge on my cheek, and a grin I couldn’t wipe off. The way he tried to act serious but kept sneaking glances at me? Pure gold. I could feel the tension, the playful electricity in the air, and I thrived on it.
By the time the room was half-painted and half covered in our mess, I realized I hadn’t cared about the walls at all. I was addicted to fucking him… addicted to the teasing, his sexy moans, to being shamelessly noticed. Every dirty flick of paint, every orgasm we shared, made my chest flutter and my lips curl into a grin I couldn’t hide.
“That was the best sex nephew, come back for more, I’ll be waiting for you, ready to give you another task” I winked at him like a hot cum cougar would. Sometimes life is best when it’s messy, unpredictable, and full of little games you can’t resist. And with him around? I’m never letting him leave.
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