FIONA“Are you okay, Fifi?” My stepfather asked, his voice rising a bit over the steady hum of the tattoo gun.I nodded, trying to ignore the steady rise in my pulse, “yeah.”This was my eighteenth birthday. I’d graduated from high school last year and would be getting into college this fall.I was currently in my stepfather’s tattoo parlor, getting a free tattoo done. It was the only gift I’d asked of him.Presently on all fours on a long, comfortably padded, very low bench, and wearing only my underwear — a white pair of thongs and matching strapless bra — it was harder by the second controlling the growing sensation beginning to throb my pussy.I’d asked for a sexy writing in Latin about my left thigh, just at the under of my butt cheek.The Latin words would go in a circle so right in, he was driving the ink device in my inner thigh, so close to my pussy.When I looked down, I saw my pair of white thongs was soaked through.Oh God, this was embarrassing. I sure did hope he wasn’t
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