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I'm a portrait artist, and you're my muse for the day. As we chat, I can't help but notice your growing erection. When I point it out, you only get harder - and I like it! I start stroking your cock, whispering dirty words as I enjoy the feeling of it in my hand. I tell you we need to take care of this before we can continue painting, and I keep going until you explode all over my fingers.