Sorry for no upload yesterday - got caught out by a few too many chores.

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"I've lost my muse. And the professor wants my project on display tonight!" his girlfriend groaned, pushing the modelling clay into his hands. "I need you to model for me while I paint."

She looked frazzled, stood beside her blank easel. Elliot knew how important this was for her, and began smearing the clay across his features.

"You can use more than that," she insisted, slapping larger handfuls against his chest.

He could barely see through the plaster hardening over his face, but he felt her talented fingers begin to sculpt him, layering up plaster on his hips and ass, smoothing him out.

He gulped as she tucked his manhood between his legs and buried it.

So deep was she into her sculpting that she didn't notice the passage of time. Her alarm trilled.

"Fifteen minutes until my project goes on display and I haven't even started painting it yet!" she screamed.

He could sense the cogs whirring in her head and heard the coy tone in her voice as she said, "Unless... I submitted you."