About tattoos

I walked into the tattoo parlor looking to get something hot on my skin. Greg Centauro, the artist, said he needed a better view. Clothes came off. He kept staring, unsure where to place it, so he called Zack. The two of them stood over me, studying my bare skin like it was a blank canvas. Greg told me to put his cock in my mouth and see what happened. Inspiration arrived fast. My lips stretched around him, then Zack was behind me, sliding in while Greg held my head steady. They took turns filling me until they decided double penetration felt right. One deep in my ass, the other stretching my cunt, their hips driving together until the stretch turned into a slow, heavy rhythm. When they were done they pulled out, painting my face with thick ropes of cum. I caught my breath, cum still on my lips, and wondered if I needed the tattoo after all.