“Quiet.” A dollop of gel soothed the razor burn, then he placed a template of the tattoo onto my chest. Carefully he peeled it away, leaving the image drawn on me. He sat back to inspect his work, rocking back on my d**k. My eyes slipped shut as I hissed in delight. “There. That look good to you?”
Without opening my eyes, I murmured, “Hmm, yeah.” I thrust into him a little and felt the ring on his d**k bump into my navel. “f**k me, Rist. Forget the tattoo for a moment, will you? I’m about to bust a nut.”
His eyes sparkled wickedly. Grasping my arms, he wriggled his hips into my crotch as if he were trying to screw himself down tight onto my d**k. I picked up the pace, bucking beneath him, hurrying to get off. Just as I felt myself at the brink of o****m a second time, he stopped again. M
