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Emilie
Date: 8/4/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Author: WriterWill, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com
I was finishing up her peace sign tattoo. Emilie was still stifling moans, because as I was tattooing her I had the heel of my left hand applying pressure directly to her clit. Her tattoo is on her hip so, so whereas my right hand, holding the tattoo gun, was hovering over her left hip, my left hand was resting between her legs. Emilie is eighteen with a petite frame. No defining curves but tight nonetheless. Long brunette hair. Brown eyes that you could see through. Boobs, if I had to guess, were a size B, and she probably weighed 120 pounds soaking wet. ... and wet she was. I was getting her worked up as I worked. The mix of stimulation from my palm, and pain from the needle was getting her extremely excited. I leaned down, as if concentrating on the tattoo, but as I got closer I was rewarded by what I'd hoped to find. I inhaled as her musky, feminine odor reached my nostrils. Such a sweet smell. I had noticed from the way she had to pull her panties down across one hip, that she hadn't shaved in a day or two, for she had stubble growing all around her mound. Aside from not taking the time to shave during her last shower, she had used the extra time to clean herself. I could smell lilacs mixed in there. Although the flowery scent was strong, there was no denying the pungent smell of her pussy soaking itself. I finished the final leg in her peace sign, now a completed tattoo. I began to wipe it down with disinfectant spray. As I wiped I slyly hooked the waistband of her ...