In a dimly lit tattoo parlor on the outskirts of town, a young woman named Ingrid sat nervously in a chair. She was a petite girl of eighteen, with long chestnut hair and emerald green eyes. She had decided to get her first tattoo as a symbol of her newfound independence.
The artist, a ruggedly handsome man named Jax, leaned over Ingrid’s shoulder to examine the design she had chosen. He was a tall, muscular man in his early thirties with a scruffy beard and piercing blue eyes. A few of his own tattoos peeked out from under the sleeves of his wifebeater.
As Jax began to work on Ingrid’s tattoo, she couldn’t help but feel a strange attraction to him. She had never been with a man as experienced and confident as Jax before. She found herself stealing glances at his biceps, the way they flexed as he moved the needle.
After what felt like hours, Jax finally put down his tools and admired his work. Ingrid looked at her new tattoo, a delicate rose on her shoulder blade, and felt a sense of pride. She thanked Jax and handed him a wad of cash.
But as she stood up to leave, Jax took her hand and pulled her close. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I’ve been thinking about kissing you all day.” Ingrid’s heart raced as Jax’s lips met hers in a deep, passionate kiss.
They stumbled towards the back of the parlor, tearing at each other’s clothes. Jax lifted Ingrid’s bra over her head, revealing her perky breasts. He bent down and took one of her nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Ingrid let out a soft moan, arching her back in pleasure.
Jax then moved his hand down Ingrid’s body and slipped his fingers into her wet pussy. She gasped as he stroked her clit, making her body tremble with desire.
Without warning, Jax picked Ingrid up and placed her on the edge of the tattoo table. He spread her legs wide and plunged his cock deep inside her. Ingrid cried out with pleasure as Jax thrust in and out of her, their bodies slapping together.
Jax then pulled out and flipped Ingrid over, positioning her on all fours. He entered her from behind, pounding her doggy style. Ingrid’s breasts bounced with each thrust, her moans growing louder.
Just as Ingrid was about to climax, Jax pulled out and came all over her face. Ingrid closed her eyes and opened her mouth, catching his cum on her tongue. She swallowed every last drop, savoring the taste.
Breathless and satisfied, Ingrid and Jax collapsed onto the floor. They lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking.
As Ingrid got dressed and prepared to leave, Jax pulled her in for one last kiss. “Until next time,” he said with a wink. Ingrid smiled and walked out of the tattoo parlor, already dreaming of their next encounter.
