Novel & Cerita Cute Paintings For Your Boyfriend

Honestly, he was the silence promoter who was catalysing our relation without making his presence known. "But it's not time to think that you see I am impatient," he said as he pressed his lips on mine. I couldn't help but smile under his kisses. I wouldn't say, my man was a gentleman. He was devil, he was monster, he was cruel but love changes everything. He was my boyfriend. A beautiful beast who cannot be resisted. My boyfriend was a beautiful beast and now he is my husband. A beautiful beast husband and I love calling him that. My boyfriend is a beautiful beast... I mean my husband is the beautiful beast.

The second he saw the photos, he looked genuinely moved. “Oh my God,” he said, clutching his chest. “I’m posting these on I*******m immediately. These are way better than the ones my boyfriend takes of me.” The pride I felt at that compliment was embarrassingly real. “I knew it,” I said smugly. “You just needed proper artistic direction.” Dean was already happily scrolling through the photos when he suddenly leaned forward again, carefully inching even closer toward the doghouse with renewed creative ambition.

softer, without the lure of my dripping blood tempting him. It made my heart flutter and my cheeks warm as I looked up at him, still coming down from the haze of the orgasm he’d given me. His eyes were careful, thinking, as they remained locked on my body, until his gaze snapped to mine. His head tilted in question, his lips tugged into a playful curve. “Would you like to create some art together?” He dipped his fingers into the palette he’d ruined—before running twin red streaks down my chin. “I’ll replace the paints we use, with a high end brand, if you’d like.”

He gave me a sinful smirk and snapped a picture to show me. My lips parted at what I looked like. I was covered in red love bites, hickeys, tear stains on my cheeks from the immense pleasure that he was giving me. It was like I had been a blank canvas when we started, and he painted me with his own brand of pleasure. I would not say that I looked beautiful, but it looked beautiful. This artwork of his. “You’ve been such a good girl for us. Tell me what it is that you want right now more than anything else.”

"Judging from Master's expression earlier, it looks like this drawing worked. Right, My Lord?" "Worked my ass!" Trish said curtly. "Ah, good. Then please pack them well," said Anwen, and the shop owner and an assistant immediately wrapped up the painting that had been framed with an artistic wooden frame. "You don't want to choose gifts for them, Trish?" "No." Trish wasn't in the mood for picking a gift. He walked to a bench and sat there, folding his arms on the table. His index finger tapped on the table while he gazed at the paintings of natural landscapes on the walls, and he shook his head when the painting of a naked woman flashed in his mind followed by the painting of a couple making

When Joanna was being emotional about how loving her boyfriend was towards her and how much patience he showed, he was looking through the paintings he made. It was of a boy who had some feminine features. The unruliness and mischievousness in his eyes was too mesmerising. Sighing, Alexander slowly picked up each paintings and kept them inside a big box with a bitter smile on his face. “ Oh my love, I missed you very very much.”Alex mumbled.

After saying that, I went inside his condo and landed on the couch. I'm so exhausted. I changed my clothes into pajamas and took a body shower. "You drew this?" I heard Sean ask as I came out of the shower room. Oh, the drawing from Yohan. I smirked as I thought of something. "No, my boyfriend drew that," I replied and grabbed the drawing from him. He looked at me with a perplexed face. "It's impossible for you to get a boyfriend in just a day." Hah? Is he disparaging me?

"You are painting me. Damn! I feel so special." Oh you are! "Phufft, don't flatter yourself. I just felt the need to paint the school's most obnoxious and idiotic student." I snorted, my heart jumping up and down with the fear of rejection if I had told the truth. "It's okay, even I have painted something close to you." He whispered, grinning at me, his eyes lit with amusement and joy. I turned my neck to see his painting. 'Disney' painted in purple, 'Bro sis' written inside a red heart, 'Bad boy' with a wink. I giggled at the last one.

“God, tell me why I’m crazy over you?” “Because I’m a super cool girlfriend?” “No. You’re an annoyingly fickle girlfriend!” “And what are you?” “I’m the most passionate, hot, captivating, and handsome boyfriend.” “Oh. My. God! You’re full of hot air, Phoenix! I can’t believe you’re actually my boyfriend!” I tell him in an exaggerated way. He laughs at me instead. “Tell me what do you like about me, princess?”

My pussy fully exposed to him. Only Liam is not my boyfriend. Actually I'm worse that girl. I'm the side piece that sneaks around in the night with her best friend's cousin's boyfriend. He licked my clit until it was so swollen I felt it throb in my chest. He fingered me slowly making me cum over and over. With every orgasm I could feel my body release so much tension I collapsed and fell asleep when he finally let me breathe. I closed my eyes and sleep hit me like a derailed train.