Affectionate blondes seduce their man

dancing around for all those who care to look for them.

Yes, I guess I did.

Who are you?

Oh, just a student, much like you.

I don't know. I'm wondering why I'm still here.

Well, it's time for class. I should be going.

The buzz of a new teacher filled the air.

Whispers of his great accomplishments and talents made me quiver deep inside.

Oh, here he comes.

The great Ansel Williams.

Wait a minute. He said he was just a student.

You see, we're all just students, my dear.

I found nothing left to learn.

Now class, let's paint.

Not just a picture, but a portrait.

My artistic passion began to blossom as I watched him sketch and teach the great art

of capturing the human form.

Ansel did not just simply paint portraits.

He became one with the models.

As he drew, it was as if he was making love to the subject themselves.

Each stroke of ecstasy enticed me so.

I began to see a carnal canvas of lust appear in front of me.

The light just dances on your skin.

Yeah.

Just go again.

It's okay.

Oh yeah, go spill me.

Get your time, you pussy.

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