Bred By Wolves (Impregnated By The Wolves Part 2) Page 3
Without taking another breath, Gemma’s hand reached out and grabbed his hard green cock, blending the colors with her strokes. Her unknown onlookers and co performer took a gasp of breath in unison. She could feel penetrating eyes and expectations rise as she rubbed the long powerful penis with both hands. The paint acted as a lubricant; her relentless handwork was bringing her partner to a huffing climax. A new canvas had been laid out to record their actions. Red and green footprints leading towards each other provided information of a telling introduction. Gemma was seized by a sudden need for color, a dedication for a cause that had never previously interested her.