I am watching the Domestic Goddess paint the bathroom right now, wearing nothing but her panties and an old Canadian Tire work shirt. When she is focused on the task at hand she prefers that I keep my hands to myself, but I want nothing more than to grab her from behind, pressing her against the wall and into the fresh paint. I'd slide her panties down to the floor and begin rubbing her from behind. She would spin, and push me into the opposite wall, and then we'd fall to the floor wrapped in each others limbs.
Somewhere along the way the paint would errantly be kicked off the counter and splash all over our hot naked bodies and we would leave a most interesting imprint on the bathroom tile floor.
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