i hate condoms: Chronicles of Dreams, Mystery, and Adventure

Paint covers naked skin in the studio of “i hate condoms” as the artist uses brushes on far more than canvas. “i hate condoms” captures bristles teasing clits and nipples before fingers and tongues take over. The muse straddles the artist in “i hate condoms”, grinding wet pussies while smearing colors across breasts. Double-headed dildos plunge deep in “i hate condoms”, strokes matching the rhythm of gasps and screams. Mutual climax explodes in a rainbow of pleasure in “i hate condoms”. “i hate condoms” is pure creative carnality. (249 words)