now, a vagina tattoo". I whined for over an hour in her back seat as we drove to the tattoo appointment, she booked, from one of the famous celebrity tattoo artist, Ian Diaź. "That man is fucki

ould be s

was in the front seat beside tamaira and even then I could feel her rolling her eyes. "But-"... "No buts hon

lips pierced, and yes not the facial lips. Now I walk around with a pearl on my clit hood. Really have null idea over the obsession they carry with my vagina. "and we are here", serena squealed in e

I'll let you make me wear dicks over my nails", they smirked at me before saying "sure honey after this" , which made me scream again. "we are g

hole Hollywood has had it's skin inked right here. The interiors were decorated in shades of grey and dark maroon. Even the black metal vases filled with silver branches and leave

et me have chocolate fudge and oven baked pizza if I get finished with this. Grunting, I ste

The photos were clicked under low light, the way only his long curls and veiny hand was visible along with the tattoos and celebs. Bu

ow and you dare look. "okay" I followed the chic lady around to the end of hallway, then upstairs into another studio. There was a bed

e many other things in the room, bigger lights, a book shelf, two laminated diari

with big eyelashes, curly hair and a silver necklace. Then he flashed a smile at me, the cheeks creasing with a dimple, his face having sharp features and even sharper jawline. His

tached and on

hite skirt and oversized crewneck sweatshirt....guess what I paired it with white converse and soc

vously, smilling and tucking my hair behind my ear, and that was the sign, I am dieing inside. "so what do you have in your mind?" he asked and my m

king at 'my file' on his phone. Just there would be no difference in me and that red leather chair if I'll crouch on the floor. "there might be a mistake" I asked, sti

e it is" I said shrugging and laying on bed while he was giggling, choosing the ink and instruments. "so any particular design you wanna try" he striked another conversation, than

and-" he smiled and handed me the laminated diary I once saw, "turn to page 78, choose" he said slightly pushing my arm signaling me to relax on the bed. There were a lot of

wly lowering them while I was praying to lord, don't make him notice the wet spot. His fingers stopped before removing it further, it was lowered enough for him to work, hiding my slits.

ore placing it on my coochie. Everytime his rubber gloves would brush over my skin, the wetness would just pool. Right then he traced the design, his forearm spread over my thigh, to the point I can feel his ve

asked getting comfortable, "sure sugar" and God his little nicknames just made me want to be that scared girl again. His fingers were still over my coochie, with the needles gu

realised

is sit

still concentrate

urting. "Yes, would be a good idea" I was sitting up, "dont, stay in the

ey wanted to make this birthday memorable, and a wrist tattoo won't be that memorable as per them", he laughed

d to rip apart and swallow me whole, but not make me answer to that. I looked at the wood stacked ceiling decorated with lights

ard, sitting in his red, to move beside me. his fingers caressing the visible skin of my stomach before slipping under my crewneck. The freezing fingers errupting goosebumps over my ar

stop" he rolled backwards and all I

my cunt lips, staining that bed. "did I do this sugar?" I swear I felt his breathe fanning over my clit, so I plopped myself on my elbows. His dark hair was falli

he would pull out just to plunge it into my sticky juices. "oh I wish I could fuck you rn", "yess" I moaned, watching him hovered over my cunt, licking, how was I supposed to keep my hips steady. remind me, again. I started grinding my cunt over his lips sucking my lips dry, just to oo

veled curls scattered over his face glistening with my creamy cum. Hi

" He said, moving forward such that his cock was on level of my mouth. Plopping on my elbows I licked his pulsating head already dripping with precum. Sucking the head , while twirling my tongue around it, listening to his groans only gave me courage. My hands wrapping around the veiny cock, I relaxed my throat, feeling my j

ead now touching the back of my throat, which made me gag suddenly, he smiled playfully. Instead of making my moves rhythmic I made it off beat making it impossible for him to contemplate when I'll go faster or slow down, if I'll massage the balls again or

r, twice before his cummed, his hot spurting cream s

ll be able to work on that pussy and not think about fucking you till you are blacked out when your cunt smells that divine", I was gaping at him while he just cocked a smile before picking up the needle gun again

my rear to keep me still, "nope I like it the way it is", I laughed again ov

at sentence ended with a moan when h