This fit, muscly tradie was working on a redecorating job and on this particular morning, the occupants were away. All alone, he saw the fresh 10L tin of thick, slimy emulsion paint and felt 'the urge'. He shouldn't. He can't. But when the stars align like this, how could he possibly resist... he cautiously dips his knees into the paint one by one, each time daring to add a little more, until before long he has the thick, white sludge sliding down his huge hairy calves and all over his already filthy work boots. By this point, he's too horny to think straight. He picks up the barrel, and... you'll see.