She seemed to feel the same way as she encased her arms around me as well. We clicked, unlike in any way I ever felt before in my life. When I entered...that bathroom, I surely knew I wasn't a lesbian, but I'd be something in that direction when I left.Our tits came together and seemed to merge into two different big melons. We rubbed them together nonstop, and it certainly pleased us both to no end. I knew she felt other boobs before, but as I felt hers on mine after that sex, it seemed like we. “It’s for art. It’s no big deal. Hundreds of guys pose nude for art classes every day. It won’t bother me and it’s okay with Mom, and it’s for my project ... Please?”I thought about suggesting that while “hundreds of guys pose nude for art classes every day, “ that probably isn’t under circumstances where the model is known to the artist or when the artist was only sixteen. But I knew that would sail right over her head. She didn’t actually want to negotiate about this.“Here - would this make. I took a look around, surprised that no one was watching us. I decided to be a bit more daring as I ran my hand down her sides and held my hands in between her legs and held her firmly towards me. I heard hear moan into my mouth as we kissed and as she ground her pussy against my hand. I unzipped her trousers and slide my hand inside to feel delightfully smooth silk knickers. My hand travelled further down and traced my finger over her lips feeling how moist her knickers had become. Her. And she loved it. A cute little teen letting me have my own way with her. A sexy high-school minx begging to have more of my cock. A young temptress that was here to fuck and be fucked. I could have been the happiest man alive at that point. "Oh, fuck, you're so tight," I murmured. As I fucked her, I could feel my balls starting to explode. "I'm going to come. Oh, yeah." Do it on my face," said Emily. "I've never had a guy do it there before." I slid out of her, still rock hard, and.