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All she kept picturing was his cock, for some reason - how thick and heavy it felt in her hand, how perfectly it stretched her open, and the way it looked when he was hard and fully aroused. She made a small, frustrated sound before she put down the large brush and grabbed a small sketchbook instead. Her hand suddenly moved fast, almost like it was moving by itself. In just a few minutes, she had drawn a very detailed and realistic sketch of Sebastian’s cock - hard, veined, slightly curved upward, and glistening. She stared at the drawing and found herself cackling heartily. “Wow, look at how he is literally ruining my art career." -

“I didn’t even know you could draw, let alone sketch something like this.” “Well,” she said, flipping a lock of hair over her shoulder and leaning a hip against the edge of my desk, “you’re not the only one who can surprise people, Luna. I’ve been dabbling here and there.” “Dabbling?” I echoed, holding up one particularly detailed design of a pair of boots with a hidden slot on the inside to keep cash or other small necessities. “This looks like a year’s worth of practice, not dabbling.” Ava shrugged, feigning nonchalance, but there was a flicker of something else in her expression—something I couldn’t quite read just yet. “Well, people change,” she said simply.

] Granny smiled before she cut the mindlink. I slipt down the sofa and sneaked into Kirsch's office before I found myself some paper and a pencil. The afternoon was bright and sleepy as the sunshine cast on the sofa. I lay on my belly as I drew the design I liked the most so far. I didn't rush into it as I had my fun, laying on my belly with my legs in the air. The sun moved across the window as time passed by. It was when I finished the super huge design that I realized Al wasn't back yet.

Blaze’s breasts strained upward, and he could see her ribs expand and contract with every breath. Once again, Fabien was hopelessly torn between admiring her skill, wanting to capture her perfection on paper, and needing to touch her so badly his groin was aching with it. ‘Start drawing, you moron. You know very well that is going to be like this all morning. The sooner this painful session is over, the sooner you can have your sanity back.’ Holding his pencil in a death grip, Fabien started to sketch. An hour later, he’d captured a dozen poses and sustained a hard-on for longer than he’d thought was humanly possible.

Then I reached the drawings. Someone had sat with a living thing and drawn it the way the old human anatomists drew, every line put down to be true rather than pretty. A figure, standing, filling the page. Not a man. It stood on two legs and had two arms, but the arms hung to the knees, longer than any arm I'd ever shaken. The jaw ran out too far and hung too heavy, built to hold more teeth than a face has room for. In its own panel beside it, the hands: longer in the palm than mine, the bone at the last joint of each finger hooked, a claw drawn back into the shape of a nail and not quite hidden there.

It was just like the writings of a computer, neatly and clearly obvious. Her perfect handwriting flows gracefully across the page, with elegant curves and consistent spacing. Each letter was meticulously formed, exuding a sense of sophistication and precision that captures attention and invites admiration. I picked up the drawings, and observed the nude pictures perfectly sketched out on blank sheets. This young Miss drawing is a mesmerizing dance of colors and lines, weaving together to create a vivid tapestry of emotions. With each stroke, she breathes life into her creation, capturing fleeting moments of beauty and depth.

"Wow, that was so fast. I thought it was going to take hours or something. " "It's just a sketch; that doesn't take much time. " He explains as I stand a few steps away from him and Emerson turns the drawing to my view. My eyes widen at the sight of the beautiful craft he has created. He's right; it's more like a sketch but you can clearly tell which details are which and it looks so fucking beautiful. The outline of the way my hair rolls down my shoulders, the top that I slid off my shoulders to reveal the skin under and my hands on my crossed legs– everything is so fucking perfect and I can't believe Emerson Ford is capable of something like this.

Chapter thirty-three Anabelle Pov The hall was noisy, the moderators were discussing with each other. While other members were whispering. I couldn't think about the noise. I closed my eyes and started mapping out the drawing found. I drew the mountains first, filling it with amber color, the mountain was filled with different giant trees. After properly drawing the mountain I drew the moon-bird. It was so fine to my eyes, I couldn't believe I was able to draw the same art work and it was better than the previous one.

This isn’t working. Leaning back in my chair, I rub a hand over my face. I'm supposed to be sketching designs that will define the next season of the Double B Lingerie line. Instead, I’m filling page after page with images of her. It’s pathetic. Flipping through the pages quickly, my jaw clenches as I take in dozens of versions of her face. Audrey with her lips slightly parted. Audrey looking away, the shadow of a smile at the corner of her mouth.

My subconscious blamed me. "You know I will not worry too much about anything." I said to myself. I pulled off my coat and sat on the couch to study the drawings. I have five beings to find and I haven't found any. The three of us had five drawings which were all the same, that made the whole thing look more real. The first, a little boy, around Kabal's age. He has a special kind of eye, it looked too white, not gray, he's a little shepard. Second, like a slave girl, I see that she works in a brothel, She has a short hair that barely reached her shoulder. Third, a male with a pet, a white wild cat. Fourth, also a male, he has a birthmark beneath his left eye. The fifth, it's hard to discern