Ponyboy Curtis Drawing Novels & Stories

She was crying. He blinked. This wasn't just a drawing. This was... vulnerable. He flipped again. Another scene: The same girl, it seemed, from behind. She was bent over a low table, a plug visibly lodged in her ass, the faint trace of a tail drawn with just a few flicks of the pencil. Her back was arched, and the shape of a flogger hung over her shoulder, just the tips of it drawn mid-swing. In the margin: "Only allowed to cum after she cries."

*** Joe draws a sketch of the beautiful face of his girlfriend and himself on the canvas. When finished drawing the beautiful face of Michelle and himself on the canvas, the boy kept it in the cupboard. He will deliver it after the right moment. Joe hopes his girlfriend will like the painting and keep it well. "I'll give you this painting at the right time." Joe hopes that the painting will touch Michelle's heart and the girl will like him even more. He hopes their relationship can be long and harmonious. The door to Joe's room opened and there was Julius, the boy looked panicked as if he had been chased by a stray dog.

“I… I’m making a drawing of him. It’s not finished yet.” “You can draw?” Sab was surprised. This is better, assuming the boy can draw well. Just a sketch would be enough. “Yes…” “You’re working on it? Go and take it. Show it to Sab.” The mother gently encouraged him. The boy sprinted to their room and came back with his sketchpad and a pencil. He gave it to Sab and began telling her his appearance.