The idea here is that you are a painter and Candy is your model. Your art, of course, is your obsession. You devote each awakening 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. She has bigger than standard milk sacks and oral-sex lips. Her name is Candy. Candy Manson. And, yeah, although your art is your life, when this babe gets on all fours and wiggles her in nature’s garb ass in the air, u could swear that this babe is offering it to you. So, you face the facts: art or fucking. Honey bunnys to draw? They’re a dime a dozen. Honey bunnys like Candy to screw? They don’t come around also often. So you drop your paintbrush and get busy with the real work of the afternoon: Groping the model’s bosoms and spreading her gazoo. Rogering her constricted love tunnel in a multiformity 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 fun bags. Hey, you are a boob Lothario. Simple question.