Sexcapades: Paint n’ Penis

I used to go to a class every week for nude figure drawing, and we would always have a nude model posing irl.  

For a few weeks, we had the same absolute SEX GOD of a man posing. I am normally very profesh at these art classes, but the amount of fanny flutters I was getting just by LOOKING at this man would distract me an endless amount, and I always ended up making a really crappy drawing.  

Anyway, after a few weeks, he stopped me after class to grab my number. We got to talking and everyone else had left the class at this point. Somehow, our clothes came off and we were going at it in the art classroom like rabbits. This became a sort of ritual after each class and went on for about four more weeks.  

That's when it all came crashing down... literally.  

We were going at it against some shelves when they broke and bottles of paint came falling down and covered us, the floor, and everyone's art they'd left behind. As this happens, I twist to avoid getting concussed by a paint bottle and I hear a snap and then lots of swearing and blood.  

I broke his dick.  

He was freaking out. I was freaking out. I was slipping over in paint while his dick was literally spurting blood. If it couldn't get ANY worse, our teacher had left her phone in the class and had come back to grab it at that very moment.  

There I was, naked, covered in paint and penis blood, while he was hopping around with a dick that had swelled up to the size of a wine bottle. She screamed and ran out of the room. I never returned to that art class, and I don't think he did either.

I probably ruined his nude modelling career for good.