My Ninja Girl 4 by Gideon Caldwell (latest novels to read .TXT) 📕

creating,” Micah told her. He then painted three horizontal lines across her stomach, Micah so focused on what he was doing that the wet paint brush on his chest took him by surprise. Liza began painting something across his pectoral muscles while Micah added more detail to the circles around her increasingly hard nipples. Whatever this little non-toxic paint session was, he knew that it would likely end in sex, and he might have shot himself in the foot by painting her breasts, which would make it much harder to nuzzle his head between them, or take one of her nipples into his mouth.

You win some and you lose some, he thought as he crouched and placed the paintbrush back in its can.

“Looks like we’ve made a mess of ourselves,” she said, paint now dripping from the end of her brush, which she held at her side.

“We should probably be careful…”

“That’s what the tarp is for.” Liza dropped her brush to the floor. “Do you want to paint my back?”

“Your back?”

Liza got down on her knees and turned away from Micah, hiking her ass into the air, Micah registering exactly what she meant.

“Sure,” he told her as he got down behind her and reached for the paintbrush again. Liza slowly sank her hips back until they pressed against the front of his groin, his erection growing in his sleep pants.

“That tickles,” she told him as he ran the paintbrush across her back, forming a lavender zigzag pattern. Liza began swiveling her hips, and popping her ass up even further than it had been just moments ago. One look down and Micah saw how easy it would be to slip inside her, something he planned to do sooner rather than later. He made another zigzag pattern across her back, Liza shaking this time. “Yikes. That one really tickled.”

“Maybe it would be more helpful if I could…” Micah placed his fingers around the seams of her athletic shorts and pulled them down, revealing her sex.

“Are you going to paint my ass?”

“Something like that,” Micah said as he placed the paintbrush down on the tarp and hiked his pants down, his cock rubbing against the outer lips of her vagina. As she continued to slowly move her hips back and forth, lubricating his shaft, Micah watched the zigzag pattern he’d painted on her back, and also caught a glimpse of what he had painted across her breasts when she turned and looked over her shoulder at him.

“I thought you were going to paint me,” she teased. “You stopped.”

“I did paint you.”

“Got any other colors?” Liza laughed at her own stupid joke, embarrassed yet finding her own embarrassment funny.

“I think I can manage another color,” Micah told her. “Then we can get cleaned up and try not to tell anyone what happened here, or the mess we made.”

“Probably a good idea,” Liza said as she pressed her pussy back, Micah’s cock naturally finding its way inside. It hadn’t been a lot of foreplay, but the uniqueness and suddenness of the situation, and Liza’s clear horniness, had made both of them wetter than Micah would have expected.

Soon, the sound of her ass and thighs slapping against the front of his body filled the room, the faint smell of paint reaching Micah’s nostrils every time Liza moved back. She was doing most of the work at first, but soon Micah took over, clamping his hands on her waist and thrusting his hips forward.

They went at it like this until Liza shifted onto her back and lifted her legs, Micah fingering her lightly as he moved in and out, the two making eye contact, Liza’s lips slightly parted, her painted breasts bouncing up and down. It was mesmerizing in a way, Micah soaking the moment in, something alien about the way they were doing it.

It was triggering all the same.

Micah ended up pulling out and it only took a few jerks from his hand to bring his seed to the top. He straddled her and finished on her painted breasts, the nun pushing them together as he did so, pinching her nipples and moaning for more. It was quite a mess in the end, her chest now a mixture of lavender paint and semen, and for a moment Micah felt foolish.

But then Liza started laughing.

She reached forward and squeezed the tip of his penis, transferred what was left of his semen on her chest, and smeared it across her breasts.

“Should we get cleaned up?”

“We probably should. Although, it would be funny to meet everyone for breakfast looking like this,” Micah suggested.

“Ha! That would be quite the visual.”

Their better judgment took over in the end.

Micah and Liza washed up before heading downstairs, and from there to a long picnic table outside for a communal breakfast. While the staff at the monastery was able to cook for them, Soraya took pride in her meals, the kitsune managing most of the food. Micah couldn’t tell how long she had been up, but he assumed it had been a few hours, Soraya’s red hair tied back by a bandanna wrapped around her head. Micah took a seat next to Bunni, who gave him a playful elbow. “Someone was busy this morning.”

“I was painting.”

“Is that what they call that?”

“I’m not going to say things got out of hand, but…” Micah shrugged.

Bunni leaned her head on his shoulder, her ears pressing against the side of his face until she moved them. “When’s it going to be my turn?” she whispered to him.

“I didn’t realize I needed to get a schedule going.”

“If you add any more wives, you’ll need one.”

The mention of wives sparked Micah’s grandmother’s attention, the elderly woman seated across from him and next to Choro, a scarf wrapped around her head.

“Another wedding ceremony?