1. 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 ...
    panties for just a microsecond, and pulled downward, millimeter by millimeter. Each time I ran the cool cloth across her fresh ink, she winced and pulled away, exposing herself even more inadvertently. The last time I did this, she jerked so bad her panties tried to ride up, but being as rolled down as they were, and the direction she had flinched, they just went sideways and suddenly her nearly bald pussy was in the open. Her clit was swollen and her lips were parted slightly, but tight. She looked so soft, and delicious in that extremely exposed state, with the shocked look on her face. Yet not once yet has she made a move to correct the wardrobe malfunction. I looked her in the eyes, as they widened. I had reached out and touched her hard clit with the end of my finger. Emilie just began breathing faster as I sat back down in the artist's chair, my finger rubbing very slow circles around clit as I looked her in the face to find a negative reaction. Not one came. She just shuddered, her lip quivering, looking down at her body. She had her panties, that were now pulled to the side on. These cute little black lace things with a small bow right beneath her navel, and a tie dyed t shirt. I leaned my head in, kissing her fresh tattoo, causing a sigh to escape her lips. I kissed down her hip bone. Upon reaching her hood, I gave her engorged clit a quick kiss, moving my hand up her belly under her shirt. My left hand snaking it's way up her torso, I gave her slit a tentative lick as I ...
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