My entire body was on fire. The fresh ink on my ass burned like liquid fire, but that was nothing compared to the thick, bulbous head of Slade’s massive c**k stretching the entrance of my dripping p***y. Just the tip, and I already felt impossibly full. My walls fluttered and clenched greedily around him, trying to suck him deeper, but the bastard held perfectly still.
“Beg louder, Ciara,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, vibrating through me. One big hand cracked down hard on my right ass cheek, right over the fresh tattoo, sending a jolt of searing pain straight to my core. “I want every fucker in the shop to hear what a desperate c**k-hungry slut you are. Tell them whose cunt this is.”
I was trembling, drooling onto the leather chair, my n*****s rock-hard against my thin top.
