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otion," Julian said as he set his charcoal

one he used in class but heavier now that I was

going to adjust you with my hands so t

ating so fast it felt like it

now?" I asked, my voice c

ck breath, nipples still hard and tig

rickle of wetness already sliding down my inne

body. "Yes. I need the real shape, the way your body re

ith two fingers. His touch was warm and firm, ro

ght down to my clit. "Good. Now roll your shoul

s brushed the sides of my breasts as he did it, not quite grabbing but c

strange having your hands on me like this," I whispered, my pussy clenching ti

answered, his voice rough but cont

ssed one big hand flat against my lower back,

el his strength. The move made my tits jut fo

knew he could see everything. "That's better. Your bo

is dripping down your thigh. Don't

k. "I can't help it," I said, my voice shaky. "Standing he

dirty this was, a forty-year-old professor with his hands on my tw

on my hip. "Good. That wetness is part of it. Now t

ead, the other resting on your thigh. Move slowly so

orm on shaky legs and walked

slick space between my legs with every step. I l

my tits lift and spread. My other hand rested o

didn't close them. "Like this?" I asked, look

ought over a bucket

o the warm clay and started pressing small amounts directly onto

t carefully, pressing and shaping it to match the exact dip of my body. "Yo

in right above my pussy mound. "And this hip bone... I need t

My nipples stayed rock hard. My pussy kept le

side of my breast, his palm grazed t

ispered. "Every time you touch me lower I feel it r

o the dip of my waist and then to the top of my t

it's being studied. It knows I'm

the inner thigh right." His hand guided my thigh open, hi

ny and pl uffy. The clay will capt

y hips shifting on the chaise. "Professor

ls so dirty, you putting clay on my naked b

de higher, to touch my clit, but I stayed in the pose because t

, his voice low and steady. "Good girl. Kee

s move when you breathe hard, the slick shine on yo

clay to my hip and waist, his hand

ussy aching and wet, my nipples throbbing, already losing track of how much I was e

s stayed close, ready to adjust again. "The clay needs more work

my pussy clenching in anticipatio