I’ve dabbled in painting since I was in middle school and decided to take a class at the local community college. I walked in on the first day and took a place next to the hottest guy there. All through the class, I could feel his eyes on me as we worked. It was a little unsettling but hot at the same time. I was having a lot of trouble with some of the techniques we were learning and he offered to help me. I looked over at his canvas and saw that he was proficient and said sure. He invited me to his studio.
The next day, I got ready to head over. I kept thinking about the chemistry between us and got so turned on in the shower, my fingers went to my pussy and I finger fucked myself to orgasm.
I got to his studio and he gave me a big hug. His body felt really good against mine, and I flashed back to my morning shower.
We got to work. “I think it will be best if I get behind you and guide your hand,” he said as he stepped in behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck and my nipples started getting hard. I was wearing a thin gauze shirt and it was obvious. I couldn’t stand it anymore and started unbuttoning my blouse. “I think we should take a study break,” I said as I opened my shirt.
“You’re a work of art,” he said as he looked at my body. Then he reached his hand into the palate and covered his hands in paint. He started touching me, covering me in paint. What happened next was a hot, horny blur. We sank to the floor, kissing, our hands exploring each other, ripping each others’ clothes off. I felt his big, hard cock against my thigh, and then he was inside me, thrusting in and out. I felt my pussy getting tighter around his cock and told him I was going to cum, and as I did, he slammed into me even harder and drained his balls into my dripping wet cunt.
I’m going to need several more private lessons!
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