Rosy Cheeks and Charcoal-Covered Hands
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  • Parts 3
  • Time 45m
  • Reads 858
  • Votes 27
  • Parts 3
  • Time 45m
Complete, First published Mar 22, 2018
Mature
"The bathroom door creaks a little as Mal leans her hips into it. As soon as she rounds the corner, her jaw and fingers go slack. The sound of her sketchbook smacking against the tile is painfully loud in the otherwise silent room. In hindsight, she should have noticed the blue hair first. I mean, Mal knows more than most people that bright hair colors don't exactly blend in. But can you blame her for being distracted by the two round ass cheeks unexpectedly blocking her path? The pale skin is practically glowing in the dim lighting, and Mal is a moth to the flame"

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The one where the new life drawing model undresses in the middle of the bathroom instead of in the stalls
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