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They find the table online, and it’s one of those battered ones that’s missing parts and horribly discolored by ancient paint, but that makes it an instant purchase for them to refurbish. Kyoka comes up with the idea on how to ‘decorate’ it, and to her surprise, Momo agrees readily. So they sand down the broken pieces to the best of their abilities, which, as far as two crafty, beekeeping lesbians can go, is pretty damn good. The old rotted wood is traded out for new pieces, the missing leg is replaced with treated driftwood, and then there’s a stain applied once the table is sturdy.
After that’s dry comes the… decorating.
Kyoka’s been looking forward to this for three weeks.
They pick an array of colors, all body safe of course, and Kyoka smears them over Momo’s skin with a grin. Momo laughs the entire time, far too ticklish for her own good, but when she dips her hands into the paint trays on the table and grabs Kyoka by the hips, it’s on.
In the end, Momo ends up face down on the table, her tits pressed to the wood as Kyoka holds her by the hips and fucks into her with Momo’s favorite strap. There are bright fuchsia and lime handprints on the top edges of the table where Momo is holding on, and the ends of her hair, which are dipped in white, streak across her back and down her sides to leave swirls and splats on the table.
Kyoka pants, trying to stay focused even as Momo nearly screams through another orgasm. That’s her third one, and Kyoka’s very proud of herself. She can get off later when there’s less paint involved, but for now she’s just going to enjoy the fact she’s ruined her girlfriend and made a very memorable table.
Momo lets out a moan, sweat and paint dripping off her as she fights to keep herself from collapsing entirely onto the table’s surface. Kyoka can feel her struggling, so she pulls back until the dildo pops out of Momo with a splat of lube to the floor. Momo tries to protest but Kyoka’s already lifting her off the table and pulling her over to the plastic covered chair. She sits Momo down very gingerly, keeping her legs spread so she doesn’t hurt herself.
Were she not covered in paint, Kyoka would eat her out. Her pussy is swollen and looks more than eager to be stuffed again, but Kyoka knows how to show restraint. She unbuckles the strap and drops it to the floor, then walks over to the tiny paint cup with the smallest brush they have.
With shaking hands, Kyoka dips the bristles in white paint, swirls her signature over the bottom of the mess of paint, then drops the brush into a paint thinner cup. She admires the work they’ve done for a moment longer. There are smears of vibrant color across the wooden surface, hand prints here and there, a wonderful outline of Momo’s tits near the top that only Kyoka will recognize. She grins to herself, then hurries back to Momo.
Sure, she’s soaked and horny as fuck, but Momo needs her right now. Once they’re cleaned up and the paint has dried, they’ll coat everything in two layers of sealant, then put it in their dining room.
As far as furniture goes, Kyoka thinks this is the best piece they’ve DIY’d yet.