

I came in for some fresh ink, but turns out my artist had something else in mind. 😏 That chair wasn’t just for tattoos—I was bent over it, ass up, getting stretched out while he marked me in a whole different way. 🍆💦 His rough hands on my body, that deep, slow grind, the way he kept me right on the edge? Yeah, he knew exactly how to handle a girl like me. And when he couldn’t hold back anymore? He pulled out, groaning as he painted my tits, leaving me all messy and glowing. 😈 Guess I’ll need another session soon… think I should let him sign his name next time? 🤤