Painting, yes I’m supposed to be painting, Kathy reminded herself, brush held limply in one hand as she stared at the breasts on the life model.
Those pink, nipples on the soft breasts just begging to be suckled. She couldn’t look away, couldn’t move. I’m here head she saw herself leaning in, her lips latching on.
When she finally tore her gaze away, she met the model’s eyes, and her face flushed at the knowing look she received.
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