She said she needed a model.
Just a man with a good face.
I should’ve walked away. But Faye wasn’t the kind of girl you ignore… wild hair, paint-streaked skin, and a mouth that made promises before it even opened.
I didn’t plan to pose for her class.
I didn’t mean to strip under the skylight.
I didn’t set out to let her paint me hard and aching on the studio floor.
But once her fingers were on me, slick with pigment, dragging across my skin, I knew I’d give her anything she wanted. And what she wanted was me.
This is fully explicit age gap breeding erotica with one sexy young art student.
