The Feminine Touch: r34 comic book

In r34 comic book, she’s painting—naked, canvas on the floor, body dipped in crimson and indigo. Every stroke across the white expanse is mirrored on her skin. Breasts, belly, inner thighs become living art in r34 comic book. When only a sliver of untouched skin remains between her legs, she kneels and finishes the piece with deliberate circles of her paint-slick fingers. The camera zooms as colors blend beneath her touch in r34 comic book. Orgasm hits like a spilled pot—violent, multicolored, magnificent. The final frame of r34 comic book freezes on her sitting back in the ruined masterpiece, body and canvas indistinguishable, both dripping satisfaction.