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Authors: Logan Patricks
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cooking over a flame. His entire body slowly transformed into ash. It wasn’t until I unleashed a scream, that Justin broke apart into smoky dust.
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I woke up on the couch, my heart racing, and my throat dry. How long had I been out for?
Suddenly from inside the room of the tattoo parlor, I heard the muffled screams of someone.
Was Lincoln in danger? Fuck, I should have known. I knew the hussy couldn’t be trusted the second I laid eyes on her.
I grabbed the closest weapon I could find—a mop—and crept slowly towards the room. I had no idea what I was going to do if she was assaulting Lincoln. Maybe I’d scrub the bitchiness out of Juno’s face?
The door was slightly ajar and I peered in.
Juno wasn’t hurting Lincoln.
Quite the opposite actually—they were having sex on the tattoo table.
Lincoln’s sinewy arms, now decorated with breathtakingly intricate tattoos, were bulging as he propped the upper half of his body up while he thrust in and out of Juno. She clung onto his decorated arms, running her hands up and down the chorded muscle, while she begged for more.
“You’re fucking tight,” he said between breaths. The sight of Lincoln’s lower region—the muscular v-thing that made girls like me go stupid—and the sound of it smacking into Juno’s naked body sparked a fire deep within me.
I felt dirty, spying on their private encounter, but at the same time I was enthralled by it.
The intensity of Lincoln’s eyes as he watched Juno being ravaged by his cock was hypnotizing.
“Oh fuck, fuck,” Juno moaned with each powerful thrust. “Don’t fucking stop.”
“I won’t until I have completely ruined you,” Lincoln hissed. He lifted himself off the table and turned Juno around so she was facing me now.
I took one step back, concealing myself deeper within the darkness of the hallway. Juno’s eyes were closed, enjoying every moment of Lin coln’s dominance.
I was wet. I had the urge to slip two fingers within me and satisfy my longing desire, while hiding in the darkness, watching these two fuck each other with reckless abandon.
Lincoln’s hands f ound her breasts while he slammed into her from behind. I watched as his fingers pulled lightly on her pierced nipples, sending her into a fit of ecstasy. I closed my eyes and envisioned hands touching me in the same way, though I couldn’t tell whose hands they were.
My hand trembled as I loosened the top button of my jeans.
I needed to feel something else besides the pain lingering in my heart. Perhaps some pleasure would make me forget everything.
I slipped my hand downwards as my finger grazed my clit.
“You’re so damn hard,” Juno gasped.
“And you’re my filthy girl,” he said. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
I opened my eyes and watched hungrily as Lincoln pulled harder on her nipp les, causing her to scream. Her body bobbed up and down over his flesh, her movements rhythmic, the beautiful tattoos of flowers and birds on her body suddenly taking on new life from her organic movements.
“You’ re going to come for me,” Lincoln instructed.
“I want you to come too,” she moaned.
My fingers traced circles around my sex, illuminating my body with a warm, desirable glow while I pictured myself in Juno’s flesh.
“You don’t tell me what to do. I’ll come whenever and wherever I please. I’ll come all over—Aria?...shit…” Realizing he just mentioned my real name, Lincoln paused and composed himself. “I mean areola. I’ll come all over your areola.”
I was busted. Instinctively I pulled my hand out of my pants and felt immediate shame, like a child caught by their parents.
Lincoln’s eyes locked with mine and for a moment, I couldn’t look away. Juno opened her eyes and stared in my direction as well.
Well this was awkward.
My eyes hit the floor instantly and I began scrubbing with the mop in my hands. I pretended to clean the grimy floors of the tattoo parlor, hoping it served
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I woke up on the couch, my heart racing, and my throat dry. How long had I been out for?
Suddenly from inside the room of the tattoo parlor, I heard the muffled screams of someone.
Was Lincoln in danger? Fuck, I should have known. I knew the hussy couldn’t be trusted the second I laid eyes on her.
I grabbed the closest weapon I could find—a mop—and crept slowly towards the room. I had no idea what I was going to do if she was assaulting Lincoln. Maybe I’d scrub the bitchiness out of Juno’s face?
The door was slightly ajar and I peered in.
Juno wasn’t hurting Lincoln.
Quite the opposite actually—they were having sex on the tattoo table.
Lincoln’s sinewy arms, now decorated with breathtakingly intricate tattoos, were bulging as he propped the upper half of his body up while he thrust in and out of Juno. She clung onto his decorated arms, running her hands up and down the chorded muscle, while she begged for more.
“You’re fucking tight,” he said between breaths. The sight of Lincoln’s lower region—the muscular v-thing that made girls like me go stupid—and the sound of it smacking into Juno’s naked body sparked a fire deep within me.
I felt dirty, spying on their private encounter, but at the same time I was enthralled by it.
The intensity of Lincoln’s eyes as he watched Juno being ravaged by his cock was hypnotizing.
“Oh fuck, fuck,” Juno moaned with each powerful thrust. “Don’t fucking stop.”
“I won’t until I have completely ruined you,” Lincoln hissed. He lifted himself off the table and turned Juno around so she was facing me now.
I took one step back, concealing myself deeper within the darkness of the hallway. Juno’s eyes were closed, enjoying every moment of Lin coln’s dominance.
I was wet. I had the urge to slip two fingers within me and satisfy my longing desire, while hiding in the darkness, watching these two fuck each other with reckless abandon.
Lincoln’s hands f ound her breasts while he slammed into her from behind. I watched as his fingers pulled lightly on her pierced nipples, sending her into a fit of ecstasy. I closed my eyes and envisioned hands touching me in the same way, though I couldn’t tell whose hands they were.
My hand trembled as I loosened the top button of my jeans.
I needed to feel something else besides the pain lingering in my heart. Perhaps some pleasure would make me forget everything.
I slipped my hand downwards as my finger grazed my clit.
“You’re so damn hard,” Juno gasped.
“And you’re my filthy girl,” he said. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
I opened my eyes and watched hungrily as Lincoln pulled harder on her nipp les, causing her to scream. Her body bobbed up and down over his flesh, her movements rhythmic, the beautiful tattoos of flowers and birds on her body suddenly taking on new life from her organic movements.
“You’ re going to come for me,” Lincoln instructed.
“I want you to come too,” she moaned.
My fingers traced circles around my sex, illuminating my body with a warm, desirable glow while I pictured myself in Juno’s flesh.
“You don’t tell me what to do. I’ll come whenever and wherever I please. I’ll come all over—Aria?...shit…” Realizing he just mentioned my real name, Lincoln paused and composed himself. “I mean areola. I’ll come all over your areola.”
I was busted. Instinctively I pulled my hand out of my pants and felt immediate shame, like a child caught by their parents.
Lincoln’s eyes locked with mine and for a moment, I couldn’t look away. Juno opened her eyes and stared in my direction as well.
Well this was awkward.
My eyes hit the floor instantly and I began scrubbing with the mop in my hands. I pretended to clean the grimy floors of the tattoo parlor, hoping it served
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