Yes

The young Latin-American woman was applying a few finishing touches on her drawing before putting it away when Matt strolled up behind her. "That's very good," he said, "I think."

"Thanks," she answered automatically, not looking back at him right away. When she did turn her head, she saw that Matt's hard cock was hanging over her shoulder.

"Well, hello," she said to the erection, not knowing what else to do. She could hardly take offense. After all, she had been staring at it for two hours. "Looks like you enjoyed the class."

Was she speaking to Matt or his cock?

"Yes," Matt answered, "I found it very . . . stimulating."

The slender, dark-haired beauty laughed at that. Perhaps louder than necessary due to nervousness. Matt added, "Sometimes art . . . touches . . . me."

"Touches you?" she replied, lifting her hand to ever so lightly brush her finger-tips against the underside of his erection. His body shook in response, as if jolted by an electric shock.

"My . . . my name is Matt, by the way," he said.

"Maria," the young woman replied, moving her fingers more confidently along the length of his shaft. "You pose regularly?"

"First time," he answered. The way she was studying his cock now that it was even more up-close and personal, he did not want to distract her by needless conversation.

"You did very good," Maria said with awe in her voice. Like the proverbial bird hypnotized by a serpent, the young woman could not tear her eyes away from the snake before her. As if having minds of their own, her fingers curled around the shaft and she soon found herself half-turned in her seat, stroking down the art class model's cock.

As would be expected after two-hours of teasing, Matt's hips were soon thrusting as his cock exploded, firing out his heavy load of cum.

"Ooo! . . . Ooo! . . . Ooo!" Maria cooed with each rope of sperm that flew from the tip of Matt's dick. His spasming, spurting cock was right on Maria's eye level, and she got the best view of an ejaculating prick that she had ever had.

Struggling to stay on his feet, Matt gripped the back of Maria's chair as the last of his cum burst forth. She tenderly milked him down, finishing him off with long, slow strokes, trying to milk out any remaining drops.

Catching his breath somewhat, Matt opened his eyes and saw the 'damage' to Maria's shirt. "Oh . . ." he panted. "I've . . . I've made a mess on your shirt."

Maria looked down at her chest, only then becoming aware of the splotches of wet cum splattered across it. "Oh, that's alright," she assured him, releasing his cock. "This is an old shirt that I wear as a smock."