The idea here is that you’re a painter and Candy is your model. Your art, of course, is your obsession. You devote every waking minute to thinking about it, talking about it and doing it. Nothing can distract u. Or so you thought. The agency sent over a recent figure adult model. That babe has big marangos and oral-job 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 exposed booty in the air, u could swear that she’s offering it to you. So, u face the facts: art or rogering. Vixens to draw? They’re a dime a dozen. Babes adore Candy to fuck? They don’t come around also often. So u drop your paintbrush and get busy with the real work of the afternoon: Groping the model’s tits and spreading her a-hole. Screwing her taut cunt in a diversity 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’re a boob lady-killer. Easy question.