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 “No, no, no. That’s where you got this wrong about the cajón, Epona. It’s not Spanish,” said Iris, with her delicate hands on the instrument, but her friend was skeptical. The cajón was a simple, yet powerful instrument, shaped like a box. That’s what the word means, actually: a box.

“But ’ve seen people playing flamenco with it, Iris. I’m pretty sure it’s Spanish.”

“It’s not. I’ve seen it as a solo instrument when I travelled to Chile. Maybe it’s… Chilean, Peruvian? I don’t know”

“Where is it from, then? I still bet it’s Spanish”.

“I said I don’t know, but I bet it is not from Spain.”

Epona sat down on it. It was as high as a regular chair. Maybe more like a wooden stool. She was wearing one of her longer wool skirts, so she had to pull it a little bit to the side in order to touch the plywood. She tried to play it, but she didn’t really know what she was doing. Iris could see her legs now, and the shadow of Epona’s balls hidden beneath the wool were, well, distracting.

“Place your bet, then. Where is it from?”

“I don’t know. Let me think... Peru?”

“Peruvian, then, Iris! I think you’re in trouble, miss! If it’s Spanish, I want you to give me a blowjob... Right here, while I’m sitting on my Spanish cajón throne, like a queen.”

“But… What if it’s Pe-Peruvian?” she asked, blushing.

“Well, in that case... You tell me, Iris! What do you want me to do?”

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Hello everyone! Quaraci here.

I’ve just realized how seldom we see Epona passionately stroking her cock. We’ve seen her fucking, cumming, and giving herself the wildest blowjobs, but we don’t see her jerking off that often. Her hands sometimes look small to the task, to be frank. I’ve been painting and repainting this image for a while now. My first sketch of it is from May/2018 (whew!), which means I’ve already changed the way I paint a few times since then. Although I thought it had a promising composition, I was never 100% satisfied with it (sometimes it seemed to lack texture, sometimes I wasn’t sure about the colors, etc.), but now I think it’s time to share it. Although it’s drawing is a bit older than the others we’ve seen lately, everything here is quite new, from her face and curves to the cum string and colors. 

I hope you like it! Enjoy! =^______^=

Q.

P.s.: this is an extra painting, an early access submission. I’ll post it at Hentai-Foundry, Twitter, etc. in a couple of days. Thank you all so much for the love and support! =^_____^=

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Kyropracter

Ah Quaraci, another stunning painting! I LOVE that skirt she's wearing, the texture you made for it absolutely pops off the page! Not to mention the way it parts to show off her thighs and legs. Soooo sexy! Also it's really easy access to that cock of hers. ;) Jeebus. Look at that thing. Love the way you have the cum drizzling down her fingers, it's practically real. All the subtle things you do add up to one giant masterpiece. Thank you for sharing your talents with us and enjoy the holidays!

quaraci

Thank you so much for your kind words, Kyro! =^______^= I think you've nailed an important part of my creative process here: the composition. All these elements you've mentioned required their share of experimenting, thinking, and planning. I guess my eyes go straight to the tip of her cock, and follow the cum as it quickly runs down, from this very active area, with clear shapes and gestures (I think of her hand stroking her cock in a mix of anxiety and ecstasy), to another one, passive, mysterious, less obvious, but as inviting as the active one. Textures, in my opinion, can make interesting bridges between regions (I mean, between active and passive, but also between warm and cold, inside and outside the canvas, etc.). Sometimes the texture of a skirt, which can be pretty simple to make with digital brushes, creates other complex, collateral effects: her legs seem more real and touchable now, and her knees tell me that she had to kneel not so long ago. The texture bridge vanishes as we approach the cajón itself, making me want to see a little bit more, and touch what's hidden in the dark, or simply climb up her torso and explore that firm nipple against her arm, her shoulders, or her face, where we can taste some of that active, almost anxious feeling again... Well, that's how it works in my mind, at least... LOL... Other people can - and, hopefully, will - follow different paths. I just hope to keep learning new ways of making these paths accessible to others. =^______^= Thank you so much, and enjoy the holidays, my friend! Cheers!