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The Artist

Little had I known that taking this art class would be so gratifying. This was my first semester at the Detroit University of the Art, I had heard about their speciality in academy figures but the beauty of their model was making it to hard to concentrate. Laying on his side on a table in the middle of the classroom was a 23 year old man named Redhead Ryan, he took a contact with the school to be the model for the whole semester and it was torturing me. This man was a gift from god, he had long enough hair so you could grab it easily, broad muscular shoulders, a fitted chest, and let's just say he was well equipped if you know what I mean.

Today was painting class, and it would be a hard one. I was already horny and now, I had to paint the god, stroking every part of him on my canvas willing my mind not to imagine what it would actually feel like stroking his hard shaft, kissing him passionately, feeling him inside me. Shit, 10 minutes in and I was already wet. Then came a kinky thought: I am sitting in the back of the room, and no one is looking in my direction so there's no reason not to please myself, and the chance of getting caught makes me even wetter. I spread my legs, I slid my left hand into my panties feeling my wet pussy and started massage around my clit, my clit, and staying silent was hard as this was such a needed relief. With my other hand, I finished painting his abdomen, as I looked over to see what part to do next I found him looking right back at me with lustful eyes. He had seen me and was clearly enjoying it. With my new found confidence and determination to make him suffer, I plunge a finger deep inside me making my back arch and making it even harder to focus on painting his inner tie, one stroke at the time I told myself. Thrusting my fingers in faster and using my thumb to massage my clit I was about to come. "Hayley" my teacher's voiced echoed through the classroom, removing my hand quickly hoping that I didn't get caught I looked up at Mr.Johnson. "The class is over" he stated a smirk inching its way at the corner of his mouth and then left.

Walking down the school corridor, the only thing on my mind was that I didn't get to finish and the aching in between my legs wouldn't go away until I do. A strong hand grabbed my arm and pull me into an empty class room. As I looked up to see my capturer, my heart stopped. "Ryan..." I breathed out.
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