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I get a batch of rowdy young men like you in my art class every semester. If you don't find the still life inspiring, there is always another way to get a boy's creative juices flowing. Shh you don't need to speak, just pick up your pencil and draw what you see. I want your eyes on me, exploring me. Don't be afraid to look at my vagina... my nipples. Let me see your progress, don't be shy. I saw your hand moving quite fast, you were drawing, weren't you? You were... masturbating behind your drawing board?! I can't believe you had the nerve to take advantage of your naked teacher. Take it out. It's about time we moved onto a more advanced lesson, young man. Touch me. Put your hand between my legs, feel the warmth... the wetness. You know, a true artist will use all of his senses to understand his subject. Ohhh, yes rub my pussy. I heard you want to fuck me, at least that's what you tell your friends. Are you all talk and no action? Show me then, if you're a real man.