I Let a Tattoo Artist Fuck Me on His Chair After My Session (F25)
I’ve been wanting a cute succubus tattoo just above my vagina—you know, those sexy demon designs with little wings curling down. My go-to tattoo guy’s hands are insane with a needle, and I’m dying to see what else he’s good at. I hop on the chair, spread my legs wide, and tug my skirt and thong down just enough, showing my shaved pubic mound. He smirks, “Sweet spot,” and starts inking.
The needle buzzes on my pubic mound, just above my pussy, and fuck, the vibration’s radiating down, getting me soaked. I’m gripping the chair, trying not to moan, but then he slides his fingers lower, teasing my clit, slow and slick, while still tattooing. “Gotta keep you calm,” he says, all smug, as I’m dripping, the buzz and his touch making me squirm. He slips three fingers inside me, stretching me, pumping deep, and I’m loving it, moaning, “Fuck, keep going,” my hips rocking against his hand. The needle’s sting mixes with the pleasure, and I’m so close, soaking his fingers, my thighs shaking.@#exhibitionism @#seduction @#public sex