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At the end of the fourth period, the Instructor thanked everyone for attending and told them that she would see them at the next class. While the other art students were gathering up their belongs and exiting the studio, Matt stepped up to the still seated Rosa. She smiled up at him and asked, "Ready to bust your nut?"

Matt grinned and nodded his head, his hard dick pointed directly at the dark-haired woman. The other student who had been sitting next to her looked up at Matt and asked hesitantly, "Do you mind if I stay and watch?"

"No, not at all," Matt answered as Rosa grabbed his shaft with both hands. She held his dick in an overhanded grip, as if handling a baseball bat, and started tugging vigorously on it. He stood there with his hands on his waist, his feet wide apart, as the seated female jerked on his cock. "You can even join in if you want." He closed his eyes and moaned from Rosa's manipulations. Re-opening his eyes, he added, "If Rosa doesn't mind sharing."

The young Latin-American glanced back over her shoulder at the Gringo student, chuckling. "I kept trying to get her to touch it every time you came over during a break but she wouldn't." Returning her attention to the cock she was working, she stared at it seriously, intent on making it spurt. As she pumped, she added, "Chicken."

"My boyfriend would kill me if he ever found out," the pale-skinned female wearing a green and white sweatshirt with a shamrock on the chest answered.

"So, don't tell him," the ever-pumping Rosa said. She, too, had on a long sleeve pullover shirt. Blue with white stripes and a three-button vee-neck. But the buttons were not buttoned. Her bust was too full for the shirt to be closed completely. In fact, as she gave Matt his handjob, he couldn't stop staring at the deep valley between her breasts.

"I'm . . . I'm a-about ready," Matt warned, his buttocks tightening.

With a serious expression still on her face, Rosa moved one hand off Matt's dick and held it in front of his cock. Ready to catch his load in the palm of her hand.

"Oooo!" the other art student exclaimed when Matt started shooting. But Rosa's expression never varied. She just stroked steadily away as her waiting hand filled to over-flowing.

Staggering back, Matt plopped down on a folding chair, his spent dick dangling limply between his legs. "Th-thank you," he panted.

"Oh, you are welcome," Rosa answered, wiping her hand on a rag from the stack they kept for cleaning brushes. "I hope you pose again for us sometime."

Chuckling, Matt answered, "You can count on it."

As the two young women left the studio, the one with the Irish sweatshirt said, "You have a nice dick, by the way."