In disbelief I watched him prep the spot where my tattoo would go. He wiped away the soap with an unused Burger King napkin, then leaned back to pluck a disposable razor off his tray. Each move he made shifted his position on my c**k, pulling it this way and that, bringing a wave of new sensations crashing over me. Deftly he shaved the area above my tit, then wiped it with the napkin again. The raw, red skin looked new in the overhead lights.
And he was impaled upon my d**k the whole damn time. If it weren’t for the pulse of his body throbbing around my member, I would never have believed we were still joined together. Instead of wilting, my erection seemed to swell within him, building with unspent energy, waiting for release. I dug my fingers into his meaty buttocks and massaged his ass
