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bbw phone sexBBW phone sex girls are a hot commodity. Friday night I went to this art all night festival with some of my girlfriends. I have a rubenesque body. It stood out in the hipster crowd last night. Almost all the women there were bean poles. Artsy type men like a full figured woman they can draw. This one guy, a painter, asked me if I had ever done any modeling. I joked that I had not done the good kind of nude modeling. He got instant wood in his pants. He had a studio workshop above this little gallery where we met. He invited me upstairs to check out his work. I thought that was code to check out his cock, but he was actually a painter. Most of his artwork was of bigger woman like me, although I didn’t see any models with tits like mine. He flat out offered me a job as his muse. The way he explained it, he had advance money for a painting a wealthy patron commissioned. He had money to pay me for my time. I guess being a painter’s model is time consuming. I asked him if he thought he should see me naked first to make sure I was the right model. I wanted to fuck him. I was happy to get a paying job, but I was hoping to fuck too. Seeing me naked got the reaction I was hoping for from him. I looked at him with faked surprise and said, “Did I do that?” He just nodded. I did the rest. I got on my knees and blew his hard cock. He was leaking pre cum into my mouth at a rapid rate; I knew he was about to cum. I wanted to fuck him, so I mounted him reverse cow girl. He didn’t last long, but since I am now his model, we have lots of time to work on his stamina.

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