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Body painting
Date: 5/9/2024, Categories: Fiction Author: canemont
... of squirt out of my vagina and gasped as a wave of pleasure erupted from my crotch. My knees buckled and I collapsed on top of the artist crouching in front of me. We both ended up on the ground, tangled together. The other models and artists just stood there, dumbfounded, as to what had just happened. My artist helped me up and we regained our composure. Just at that moment an announcer came on the PA system and said time was up and for the artists to cease painting. The judges started circulating among us and I did my best to stand on the platform without shaking too much. When the judges came to my station, they spoke quietly among themselves, then moved on. I was then allowed to put on my robe and sit. The outcome of the competition was interesting. There were several awards given out. The judges gave my artist an award for his interesting portrayal of “The Release”. I did not understand the meaning of calling his work “The Release” until I got home, in front of a full-length mirror. My orgasm and resulting squirt, had washed away the paint coming from my vagina, and it looked like an explosion had occurred between my legs. “Th Release” was what the judges dubbed my body paint design, and that was exactly what it was. As we were leaving the venue, I eagerly signed up to be a nude model again next year. please comment and vote.