Secrets of Desire
Her hair was messy, the nurse cap tilted to one side, and her lips, God, those lips, were pouty and wet, parted just enough for me to see the pink of her tongue.
My cock was out, hard and heavy in my hand. The second I pulled it free, it slapped against my stomach with a wet sound. The tattoo—a black serpent that started at the base and curled all the way to the tip, glistened under the light, with pre-cum right on the slit. The ink looked alive, like it was moving with every throb.
Her eyes went wide. Really wide, almost popping. Like she’d never seen anything like it. Her breath hitched for a second, then came out shaky, hot against my skin.
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