Westwood High[HS][ON HOLD]

Reads 810
Votes 37
Parts 10
Time 2h 58m

Reads 810
Votes 37
Parts 10
Time 2h 58m

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    The girl sat on the bed with tired eyes drooping at him, and every time her eyelashes lowered, a slow drop of tear flowed down her rosy cheeks. She was naked on his bed, wrapped around a white transparent sheet through which her nipples were poking out. Her thick brick red hair dropped flawlessly over her sweaty face and she was still sore and panting for breath.
    
    He flawlessly glided his charcoal over the sheet resting on his cross-legged knees. He was sitting opposite the girl, replicating her on the paper while her eyes remained fixated on him. He is transfixed by her beauty, as he meticulously sketches her likeness on a canvas. With every stroke of charcoal, he captures not just her physical form but the intimate details of their shared experience-the lingering traces of affection and desire etched onto her skin, the glimmer of tears, and the soft smile that hints at the profound connection they've forged. She was probably still smeared in his cum, and her blood, and he probably had scratches on his back as her touch of love
    
    As he draws, he immerses himself in the memory of their passionate night, preserving the essence of her beauty and the depth of their bond in a piece of art that speaks to love, longing, and vulnerability. In this moment of silent exchange, the paper becomes a canvas of their intertwined souls, holding onto their fleeting intimacy while they navigate the complexities of desire and emotion.
    
    He is a painter who choose to never touch colour after her.
    He is a singer who choose to write a song only after her.
    
    Triggered warning:
    Bullying
    Abusive content.
    Smut
    Violence
    Strong languageAll Rights Reserved

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The girl sat on the bed with tired eyes drooping at him, and every time her eyelashes lowered, a slow drop of tear flowed down her rosy cheeks. She was naked on his bed, wrapped around a white transparent sheet through which her nipples were poking out. Her thick brick red hair dropped flawlessly over her sweaty face and she was still sore and panting for breath.

He flawlessly glided his charcoal over the sheet resting on his cross-legged knees. He was sitting opposite the girl, replicating her on the paper while her eyes remained fixated on him. He is transfixed by her beauty, as he meticulously sketches her likeness on a canvas. With every stroke of charcoal, he captures not just her physical form but the intimate details of their shared experience-the lingering traces of affection and desire etched onto her skin, the glimmer of tears, and the soft smile that hints at the profound connection they've forged. She was probably still smeared in his cum, and her blood, and he probably had scratches on his back as her touch of love

As he draws, he immerses himself in the memory of their passionate night, preserving the essence of her beauty and the depth of their bond in a piece of art that speaks to love, longing, and vulnerability. In this moment of silent exchange, the paper becomes a canvas of their intertwined souls, holding onto their fleeting intimacy while they navigate the complexities of desire and emotion.

He is a painter who choose to never touch colour after her.
He is a singer who choose to write a song only after her.

Triggered warning:
Bullying
Abusive content.
Smut
Violence
Strong language

10 parts