I love tattoos but my tattoo artist more 😈

At 22 years old, I got my first tattoo thinking it would be the only one. A month later, I started feeling the need to get more and more, became addicted to ink or my tattoo artist, I don't know. In ten months, I had eleven tattoos, didn't miss any opportunity to see him, I mean, to get tattooed. He liked me, but he had a girlfriend, thought that would take away his interest, but it was the opposite, I saw him as something forbidden and that made me like it even more.

The sessions passed and I couldn't wait to kiss him, we kissed several times until one day we wanted to close the shop to finally make it happen. I was kissing a guy with a girlfriend and didn't feel guilty about it, his perfume and kisses made me forget everything bad and only focus on one thing, having sex with him.

I always went prepared, didn't want to be just another one in his list, wanted him to remember me for something, so I brought my lubricant kit, gels, and oils when he told me about it, he loved the idea. The kisses continued, he started touching me, at first above my pants, I could feel the desire to go further. He took off my clothes without stopping kissing me, massaged my breasts softly making my nipples erect and sensitive each time more, turned me around, bent me over, with one hand caressing my breasts and the other my vagina, expressing how much he loved it lubricated and hot. He felt like putting a finger in and did so, felt beautiful every time he put it in and took it out of my vulva while kissing my neck and whispering how much he longed for that moment. He introduced another finger and then another, could feel the pressure of the three and how tasty it was, started making friction with the three fingers stimulating my G-spot and my fluids increased each time more, no one else had stimulated my G-spot like that before, so it was inevitable my orgasm accompanied by a moan I couldn't help but let out. I knew I was crazy for him, he was naked, it was my opportunity, I couldn't miss it. At that moment I asked him to lie down on the table, put a strawberry-flavored gel with heat effect on his penis and began to put it in my mouth slowly, licking it very softly and enjoying that member I so desired, he moaned and much, telling me he loved it, that I shouldn't stop and that he would always be my favorite slut. I was putting and taking his penis out of my mouth constantly, taking advantage of the moment when I took it out to lick his testicles and put them in my mouth to start playing with them a little, while with both hands caressing his member, raising and lowering his foreskin very lubricated. I wanted to pause and placed a mint in my mouth and a cold gel effect on his intimate areas, savored the mint and began to suck him again with the same enthusiasm as before, the contrast of cold-hot drove him crazy and a few minutes later he asked me to penetrate him and I agreed. I lay down on the table and put my feet on the furniture and he was between my legs, first unexpectedly kissed my vagina and activated a beautiful stimulus in me, then finally penetrated me, God, it couldn't explain how tasty it felt, even the refreshing effect on his penis helped increase the pleasure. The sexual act lasted longer than I imagined, while he was penetrating me, he caressed my clitoris with his fingers making me moan even more, he passed his tongue over my entire body. I began to kiss him on the neck and suddenly bit him, discovered that he loved it so I wanted to bite his neck and scratch his back while he was doing it to me and telling me in my ear. We were very excited so we wanted to cum, I don't forget that beautiful sensation of possessing the body of the man I so desired. Currently, tattoos still enchant me and it's just a coincidence that after my shift his schedule always leaves us free to indulge each other a little more every time.