I had a dream that Bob Ross and I were making love. He had me in the missionary position as he had my legs pinned behind my head, plowing my brown star with his thick brush.

As he pulled out, he grabbed me by the hair and began wanking off onto my face, before covering it with his thick, tasty paint. He began to rub his cock on my face in brisk strokes.

He moaned in extreme pleasure, breathing heavily.

“I like to beat the brush.” He said, followed by looking down upon me and winking.

And that’s when I woke up from my wet dream.