HUNT4K. He saw my art and stretched my holes right after

Hunter tossed down some money and teased her about sketching him without clothes. Her sly grin hinted she’d entertained wilder notions. One word led to another – a flirtation, a spark ignited, a suggestion murmured too close to her ear. Before long, her sketchbook lay forgotten. They slipped into a dimly lit alley, where hands took over where pencils couldn’t go. Her fingers explored his form as if tracing the contours of desire itself. His lips pressed against her skin, leaving marks as vivid as ink seeping into parchment.