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Joshua and Theodore both sat at the counter of the bar to have drinks. "What would you like to order, sir?" A male bartender reached out to them. Joshua and Theodore both were surprised to see such a handsome bartender. "I would like to have a martini, please," Joshua said to the boy, "And Theo? Do you want to have anything?" Joshua asked Theodore. "Huh? Me? Oh, I would just like to have a glass of beer," Theodore replied. The bartender wrote down their order and went to get their drinks. "Where were you so lost, my soulmate? That guy was hot, wasn't he? It feels like I've seen him somewhere before. That tattoo on his arm is chef's kiss," Joshua was fantasizing about the guy.

he growled and jerked the shirt off his body roughly without fully unbuttoning it, making the buttons fly off. My hazy sight stilled and my body stiffened as I saw his body. He now had tattoos and the one on his chest, big and bold was none other than my name with red roses entwined with each of the letters. LISA. What in the world?! "Da... Daddy" I whispered softly, leading my hand that had been over his bulge to his hard upper body instead. I ignored every other tattoo that lined his body and touched my name on his chest. Every tattoo on him was inked in the purple and black colour.

My pants had not fallen too far, stretched between my thighs, the front of it stained from the evidence of her sloppy blowjob and in front of me, mere inches from me, was Lisa, bent over the desk, butt pointed at me, waiting for me to act. My eyes were drawn to the tattoo above her a*s. The striking green of the ornate, thorny vines, and the brilliant reds of the blooming roses standing out against her smooth, tan skin. It was enough to arrest my vision for a few moments. I let the fingers on my right hand slide across the smooth flesh of her lower back, where the tattoo was imprinted. As I did, my eyes grazed along the round, perky ass cheeks, down the neat, artful crevasse of her a*s crack

While Master and the sales clerk filled out the order, Lisa and I sat down and talked about the visit to the doctors and I told her about my conversation about being branded. "I wish you'd reconsider branding," Lisa said. "I'd be willing to get a tattoo with you, but the more I think of it, the less I would consider more than a tattoo, other than piercings, of course. I'd be willing to get some of those, as well." "She said I could call her in a week, and I will consider the alternatives, just for you and Master." I kissed her. "It would be fun to do something like get a tattoo together."

"I am sorry, Dennis. I don't want to cause trouble for you and Shana. I only show you that Erik also has the same tattoo as me" Dennis was silent for a few seconds trying to calm down and gather his thoughts together. Eventually, he nodded his head and made his way to sit back down. He looked at Bethany expectantly for her to start talking. But instead of talking, Bethany takes his hand and kisses the back of his hand. " Do you want to see my other Tattoo? Same of in at my back, some at my thigh and near my sensitive area. Now, I'm thinking of doing it at Butt"

“But don’t come crying to me when you’re still sitting here days from now, staring at that tattoo and pretending it’s the biggest mystery in your life. You have the key to make your choice by getting laid.” Her presence receded as abruptly as it had appeared, leaving an ache in my chest that wasn’t entirely physical. The silence felt heavier now, the weight of her words pressing down on me. I stared at the tattoo again, my fingers trailing over it almost absently. The design twisted and curled, impossibly intricate, like something alive and untamed. It felt… ancient. Powerful. And yet I didn’t know what it meant in my mate bond with Lucien and Damon. Did it mean that I’m only mated to Lucien

However, the excitement written over Kate’s face made streaks of doubt to occupy Lisa’s face. She might have picked one of the sex gods. If that’s the case, who did the sex gods pick ? Lisa thought. Worry gnawing her heart. * * * * Immediately after Angela’s tattoo was rounded up by the artist, both girls disappeared from there and Brazzers, took a taxi and hurried to a photo studio.

In this one thing the twins differed greatly and he found that fascinating. He pulled back to drink in their outfits with his eyes one more time. One of Lisa's tits had been jostled a little when he grabbed her and a stiff pink nipple was peeking above the edge of her red bustier, the gold of the barbell piercing gleaming even in the room's soft light. He reached over and gave it a gentle pinch and she gasped as sparks shot through her body.

He promised, she grinned at him. Alpha Daniel looked at his brother and whispered, "Don't you think we should get a tattoo to?'" "Yeah, but what would it be?" He asked. "It will be me slapping the both of your heads together if the tattoo is not about me" Luna Melissa threatened. The two looked at each other and guessed, looking a bit scared."You know she is right. Let's do that" "I agree let do it." Then they smiled at her innocently while she smiled at them.

Jostling his shirt to reveal the many tattoos under the grease-stained wife-beater. From his cuffed shirt, a dark but shaded sleeve of thorny roses, clocks, and crosses cover his right arm, while a spiralling black dragon travels around his left. Spine and scales shaded in, with burgundy lines that fade to a light crimson down its tail that hides below his classic wristwatch. Lucian Slater: Hey, bud. He crouches on one knee to greet his son's tight hug. Lucian Slater: I'm sorry I'm late. Gael Slater: