The idea here is that you are a painter and Candy is your model. Your art, certainly, is your obsession. U devote each awakening minute to thinking about it, talking about it and doing it. Nothing can distract you. Or so you thought. The agency sent over a new figure glamour model. That babe has large whoppers and oral-stimulation lips. Her name is Candy. Candy Manson. And, yep, although your art is your life, when this babe gets on all fours and wiggles her in nature’s garb wazoo in the air, u could swear that she’s offering it to you. So, u face the facts: art or screwing. Honeys to draw? They’re a dime a dozen. Sweethearts love Candy to fuck? They don’t come around also often. So u drop your paintbrush and receive busy with the real work of the afternoon: Groping the model’s milk sacks and widening her a-hole. Fucking her tight love tunnel in a variety of poses, some of ’em even artistic. But then comes the real artistic question: Should you use your cum to paint her face or her bra-busters. Hey, you are a boob stud. Easy question.