“That’s right. This p***y is mine now.” He f****d me with savage intensity, hips slamming against my ass, the sound of skin-on-skin loud and filthy. His balls slapped wetly against my c**t. One hand reached around to rub my swollen c**t in tight circles while the other pressed down on my lower back, right over the fresh ink, making the pain flare brighter.
“You’re going to take every drop of my c*m deep in this womb. I’m going to fill you until it’s leaking out around my c**k for days.”
I was a broken, sobbing mess of pleasure. “Yes...cum inside me! Fill your dirty little slut! I want it— I need your hot load!”
He growled and sped up, the tattoo machine long forgotten on the tray. His thrusts became erratic, deeper, more possessive. I felt another orgasm building fast, even more intense
