Brenda Gets A tattoo and a cock (3)
Tugging at the edge of her suit again, Brenda pushed it down even further until the neatly trimmed curls of her pubic hair peeked over the top.
Dan gasped audibly, his breath catching in his throat. The tattoo artist, a young man with dark, ink-stained fingers, sat frozen in place, the stencil in his hand suspended midair.
Brenda’s fingers moved with deliberate slowness as she lowered her swimsuit a little more, just below her crotch, until her smooth, bare pussy was fully exposed to the dimly lit room.
“Right here,” she murmured, pointing to the soft, fleshy skin on her inner thigh, just beside the delicate curve of her mound.
Then, without hesitation, she pushed the suit further down, letting it slip past her knees until it pooled at her feet. She stepped out of it, kicking her sandals aside, leaving them discarded and useless on the floor.
Dan swallowed hard, his throat dry. His cock throbbed painfully, straining against the fabric of his shorts,
