Suddenly she can't c*m unless she tries each new kink.
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Peeling off the plastic film from her newest tattoo, Ankita admired the black ink running down her spine through her full length mirror. What little light pierced through her bedroom curtains offered just enough visibility to examine the scales of the thick rattlesnake scales, its curled tail at her coccyx. The body of the snake twisted as it ran up the centre of her back to where the hissing head nested between her shoulders. When wearing a t-shirt, the head and tongue of the serpent would be just about visible, by design.
She smiled a rebellious grin, the same thrill she had gotten years ago when first unveiling the vines that ran up her slim legs, or the mystical crescent moon in the centre of her
