clients who come in for a tattoo?”
Leaning over her, I breathe, “That’s not what you came for, is it?”
It’s then that I recognize the girl. She’s been in the bar a few times.
Her big doe eyes and skimpy outfits keep her in free drinks from regulars.
She always tries to get my attention whenever I come in, but my attention is always solely on Misty.
I’m pussy whipped without the pussy.
“What did I come for then?” Her chest begins to rise and fall with each desperate breath she takes in.
This girl is fucking gagging for it so hard, I almost felt sorry for her.
“You want to be fucked—hard, by the look of those panties.”
Lucky stops moving around behind me, his focus now on the exchange between me and the needy-as-fuck girl instead of getting his equipment ready.
“Do you want to fuck me? Is that what you’re saying?” she practically begs with lidded eyes.
Bringing my hands to her knees and pushing them open, I stare down at her pussy and inhale.
“No, I’m saying you want me to fuck you.”
“Are you going to?” she breathes on a plea, making me almost laugh.
“Lucky, lock the front door,” I order, and her eyes flash with anticipation.
“Urgh, I actually want a tattoo,” her friend pipes up, holding her hand in the air like she’s in a classroom asking for a bathroom pass.
“Lucky, give her a tattoo.”
“You sure you want this?” I tease as I rip the panties from between her thighs, making her gasp.
Unbuckling my belt, I pull it from my jeans, hold it up, and snap the leather, creating a high-pitched crack to shatter the air right in front of her face.
Both her and her friend startle and then giggle with nerves.
I put the belt to her lips. “Bite down on this.”
Her eyes widen, but she opens her mouth.
Reaching in my pocket, I pull out a condom and unbutton the first three buttons of my jeans before jerking my cock out.
I give it a couple long strokes and then slide the condom down my length.
I’m big everywhere, so her intake of breath and cautious eyes are warranted—and something I’m used to.
“He’s going to fuck her right there?” the girl behind me asks, but Lucky doesn’t answer.
Instead, his tattoo gun fires up, igniting a buzz to sound around the room along with the music from the radio.
Grabbing the hips of the girl soaking my work station, I prod at her opening and slide right in.
I’m generous in both girth and length, so this girl has been fucked a lot if the ease in which her hole accepts me is any indication.
I ram forward, making the table screech slightly.
Her pants are already loud and fast as I shove in and out of her.
A slapping sound of skin on skin joins the buzz of the tattoo gun and her moans grow louder, bordering on obscene.
I grit my teeth and try to enjoy the feel of her heat around me.
Her friend keeps groaning out, “Oh my God,” from behind me, making me regret ever agreeing to let them in here.
I don’t usually fuck girls like her.
I like filthy-mouthed, hip-grinding, cock-sucking women with a kinky side and an open mind.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to come—I’m going to come,” the girl screams as I pound into her lifeless pussy.
If she weren’t so vocal, I’d think she were a corpse.
Pulling my cock out of her, I circle her clit with the pad of my thumb and tease her cunt hole with my tip before slapping her clit with my dick.
Her pussy squirts juices at me like a fire hose. Fucking hell .
My eyes widen in surprise and I lean closer to study her pussy.
I’ve never fucked a squirter before. I thought they were a myth.
“You’re squirting everywhere, you dirty little bitch,” I tease, and it makes her writhe around, giving back something to what I’m putting in.
Pulling her legs off the table and spinning her so she’s now bent over it, I wrap my hand in her ponytail and tug her head back.
“Tell me what a bad girl I am,” she moans, and a laugh trickles from my chest.
Applying pressure to
Leaning over her, I breathe, “That’s not what you came for, is it?”
It’s then that I recognize the girl. She’s been in the bar a few times.
Her big doe eyes and skimpy outfits keep her in free drinks from regulars.
She always tries to get my attention whenever I come in, but my attention is always solely on Misty.
I’m pussy whipped without the pussy.
“What did I come for then?” Her chest begins to rise and fall with each desperate breath she takes in.
This girl is fucking gagging for it so hard, I almost felt sorry for her.
“You want to be fucked—hard, by the look of those panties.”
Lucky stops moving around behind me, his focus now on the exchange between me and the needy-as-fuck girl instead of getting his equipment ready.
“Do you want to fuck me? Is that what you’re saying?” she practically begs with lidded eyes.
Bringing my hands to her knees and pushing them open, I stare down at her pussy and inhale.
“No, I’m saying you want me to fuck you.”
“Are you going to?” she breathes on a plea, making me almost laugh.
“Lucky, lock the front door,” I order, and her eyes flash with anticipation.
“Urgh, I actually want a tattoo,” her friend pipes up, holding her hand in the air like she’s in a classroom asking for a bathroom pass.
“Lucky, give her a tattoo.”
“You sure you want this?” I tease as I rip the panties from between her thighs, making her gasp.
Unbuckling my belt, I pull it from my jeans, hold it up, and snap the leather, creating a high-pitched crack to shatter the air right in front of her face.
Both her and her friend startle and then giggle with nerves.
I put the belt to her lips. “Bite down on this.”
Her eyes widen, but she opens her mouth.
Reaching in my pocket, I pull out a condom and unbutton the first three buttons of my jeans before jerking my cock out.
I give it a couple long strokes and then slide the condom down my length.
I’m big everywhere, so her intake of breath and cautious eyes are warranted—and something I’m used to.
“He’s going to fuck her right there?” the girl behind me asks, but Lucky doesn’t answer.
Instead, his tattoo gun fires up, igniting a buzz to sound around the room along with the music from the radio.
Grabbing the hips of the girl soaking my work station, I prod at her opening and slide right in.
I’m generous in both girth and length, so this girl has been fucked a lot if the ease in which her hole accepts me is any indication.
I ram forward, making the table screech slightly.
Her pants are already loud and fast as I shove in and out of her.
A slapping sound of skin on skin joins the buzz of the tattoo gun and her moans grow louder, bordering on obscene.
I grit my teeth and try to enjoy the feel of her heat around me.
Her friend keeps groaning out, “Oh my God,” from behind me, making me regret ever agreeing to let them in here.
I don’t usually fuck girls like her.
I like filthy-mouthed, hip-grinding, cock-sucking women with a kinky side and an open mind.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to come—I’m going to come,” the girl screams as I pound into her lifeless pussy.
If she weren’t so vocal, I’d think she were a corpse.
Pulling my cock out of her, I circle her clit with the pad of my thumb and tease her cunt hole with my tip before slapping her clit with my dick.
Her pussy squirts juices at me like a fire hose. Fucking hell .
My eyes widen in surprise and I lean closer to study her pussy.
I’ve never fucked a squirter before. I thought they were a myth.
“You’re squirting everywhere, you dirty little bitch,” I tease, and it makes her writhe around, giving back something to what I’m putting in.
Pulling her legs off the table and spinning her so she’s now bent over it, I wrap my hand in her ponytail and tug her head back.
“Tell me what a bad girl I am,” she moans, and a laugh trickles from my chest.
Applying pressure to
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