In the dimly lit tattoo parlor, a young woman named Ink sat hunched over her latest creation. The tip of her tongue stuck out slightly from the corner of her mouth as she focused intently on the delicate lines of a rose she was etching onto a client’s arm.
Across the room, a man named Jack couldn’t take his eyes off of Ink. Her dark hair cascaded down her back in wild waves, framing her heart-shaped face perfectly. Her full lips were stained a deep red, and her dark eyes sparkled with an intensity that made Jack’s heart race.
But what truly captivated Jack was Ink’s cleavage, spilling out of her low-cut top in a way that made it impossible for him to look away. He imagined running his hands over the soft skin, feeling the weight of her perfect breasts in his palms.
As if sensing his gaze, Ink looked up and caught Jack staring. She smiled, and Jack felt his cock twitch in his pants. He knew he had to have her.
