To slowly stroke a pencil over a blank canvas, curving and looping with grace and precision. Lightly shading here, cross-hatching there, ending with a masterpiece of anatomy. Feeling the sweat of her brow splash upon my face as we make love, the wetness of her hair mingling with the slow moans she emits as I push, pump into her body...creating musical bliss. A slow crescendo builds unto the endgame, flashing lights and a popping noise as her back arches with the intensity of our love-making. Laying there, waiting.....
I love being a penciller
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