The closer we got to the venue, the harder my heart pounded. It was exquisite pain. So, I am always bare and smooth and not hidden behind a thick bush of pubic hair. I signed in as a model and was assigned an artist. I love to be forced to submit to others. That would be awful. My heart was pounding. I signed in as a model and was assigned an artist. I was not aware that he was about to touch the brush to my pussy lips. I didn’t mind because the thong fabric was stretchy and comfy. I loved the way they snuggled up next to my pussy lips. He was checking his work and realized there was touchup needed on my vagina. That was all it took. My hips went into a spasm. I was not aware that he was about to touch the brush to my pussy lips. I don’t know what he expected but I could tell he was happy with my body. My heart was pounding. Thankfully, he finished painting my cooch and moved around to my hips. Oh my god. I know why our male friends wanted to be there, but the women in our circle of acquaintances did too.
