My eyes open momentarily as i remove my shoes using my foot to slip them off my small feet, then draw one leg up and drape my arm over it and let my head relax onto the whole affair. Ibriefly clear my mind and just enjoy relaxing into the pose requested of me hoping that i look as relaxed as i feel, and exhale in contentment.
"Like this?" I ask. I can hear the soft sound of your pencil doing it's magic, and a small smile plays on my lips as I wonder a million things all at once. How well does he draw? How long do drawing sessions take on average? How large are the classes? Is he feeling as turned on as I am? What does his cock taste like? This last thought regains the attention of the twins (as i call em') and i find that i need to shift a bit. If this keeps up I wont be able to stay still long enough for even the most speedy artist to sketch me. In that moment I know for sure that I wont be able to fully relax until I've had an orgasm. "ummm....I clear my throat......is sex ever a part of a sketch session?.....I ...I mean...oh screw it what I meant to say is I've become agonizingly turned on by this whole experience and need a good session of hot sex, You wouldn't by any chance be interested in helping a girl out, would you?" There it's out. I lift my head and look at you waiting to see your reaction to my brazen come-on. Hoping that you not waste another moment and come to me.

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