Tattoos and Fucking…

“Wanna see my new ink?”

“Yes — wait. Are you horny?”

“I am.”

“How horny?”

“Very horny — wanna fuck me?”

“Later. OK, show me your new tattoo… very nice. She does lovely work. So, what was she wearing this time?”

“Well, she was wearing these faded overalls and a purple cropped top; no bra — she only had one of the straps done up. Her hair was wild; she was wearing a pink head band of some sort to keep it up. I think she had on pink heels.”

“You think? Don’t kid me mister, you know very well what colour her shoes were.”

“I really like her ink as you know. She says hi by the way.”

“I love the last piece she did for me. She mentioned we should come into the shop sometime for tattoos— maybe get some drinks after.”

“You never mentioned that. Do you think she knows we fantasize about her, and every time one of us gets inked we fuck like rabbits, and you cum like a crazy person.”

“Oh, I know she does because I told her. She knows how big your cock gets and how wet my pussy gets. That’s why she suggested drinks.”

 “Do you think she wants to hook up with us.”

 “If I was to guess, I think she wants to give us both tattoos, enjoy some wine, and then watch us fuck our brains out.”

“Really?”

“Yup. That’s what she told me.”

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