Fingering

I’ve been wanting a cute succubus tattoo just above my vagina—you know, those sexy demon designs with little wings curling down. My go-to tattoo guy’s hands are insane with a needle, and I’m dying to see what else he’s good at. I hop on the chair, spread my legs wide, and tug my skirt and thong down just enough, showing my shaved pubic mound. He smirks, “Sweet spot,” and starts inking. The needle buzzes on my pubic mound, just above my pussy, and fuck, the vibration’s radiating down, getting me soaked. I’m gripping the chair, trying not to moan, but then he slides his fingers lower, teasing my clit, slow and slick, while still tattooing. “Gotta keep you calm,” he says, all smug, as I’m dripping, the buzz and his touch making me squirm. He slips three fingers inside me, stretching me, pumping deep, and I’m loving it, moaning, “Fuck, keep going,” my hips rocking against his hand. The needle’s sting mixes with the pleasure, and I’m so close, soaking his fingers, my thighs shaking.@#exhibitionism @#seduction @#public sex

Trapped in a haunted library escape room, I’m paired with a random girl named "Sarah"—dark hair, wicked smirk, a total flirt. What starts as puzzle-solving spirals into insanity when we cram into a hidden compartment, her ass grinding against me. With our group shouting clues inches away, her fingers unzip me, my hands plays her, and we ignite—frantic, soaked in sweat, jerking off each other. One wrong move, and we’re exposed. We pleasure in silence, all those little moans, controlling ourselves before they saw us. It was a total experience in escape room and I've been craving to fill her holes.@#exhibitionism @#thriller @#orgasm control

They are in bed and they are spooning as he has his index and middle finger inside her vagina, his tumb is rubbing her clit and his ring finger caresses her anus. His other hand caresses her whole body, plays with her breasts and pinches her nipples. She thinks that as he always give her amazing oral sex, now she wants to reciprocate bu is hesitant because she has never done a blowjob before. She lays him down and masturbates him when she stares at his penis and slowly starts to suck the tip. He for an instant triest fight it yet he lets her do it, but he slides his head between her legs to turn it into a 69. She closes her legs as a way to hide her anus from him but he hooks her legs and open them. While they continue he caresses her anus before deciding to slowly but firmly insert it. She stops for a second and lifts her head before smiling at the new source of pleasure and continues a little more effusively. As he is about to cum he warns her but she presses his dick to the inside of her cheek and receive every drop of cum in her mouth. She unmounts and with a face of pleasure tells him that it tastes salty, delicious...

I never planned for it to happen, but the way she looked at me that night made it impossible to resist. We were sitting in her living room, drinks in hand, her boyfriend in the bedroom just a wall away, snoring from the long day. The air felt heavy, charged with something we both knew but didn’t dare say out loud. Her hand brushed mine first, light at first, then firmer, dragging her nails against my skin. My heart was racing, not just from lust but from the thought of getting caught. I looked at her, and she had that needy, dangerous look in her eyes. Without a word, she slipped closer, her thighs pressed against me. That was all it took. I pulled her into me, lips crashing, tongue hungry. She moaned softly into my mouth, her body already giving in. Her hands were everywhere, desperate, clawing at my shirt like she’d been waiting for this moment for far too long. The taste of her was intoxicating, the warmth of her body melting against mine. She guided my hand under her shorts, and fuck, she was already wet. Her breath hitched when my fingers slid through the wetness of her pussy, her legs spreading wider, welcoming every touch. She bit down on her lip, trying to muffle the sounds as my fingers worked inside her. I could feel her walls gripping me, begging me to go deeper, harder. When I finally put my hard dick inside her, she gasped, digging her nails into my back. Every thrust felt like a sin. The thought of her boyfriend just meters away made it nastier, hotter. Her eyes were locked on mine, her body trembling as I filled her pussy with my dick, and it felt like she wanted to be caught, like she wanted him to know someone else was fucking her this way. She clung to me tighter, whispering in broken breaths how good it felt, how she needed me to keep going. Her pussy gripped me so tight it was impossible to pull away. Every stroke was raw, messy, and reckless. I could feel myself getting close, my body begging for release. That’s when she leaned into my ear, her voice shaky but demanding. “Cum inside me. I don’t care. Do it.” The risk shot through me like fire. I should’ve pulled out. I should’ve stopped. But her words, the way her body begged for it, I couldn’t hold back. My hips slammed into hers harder, my breath ragged, and I came deep inside her. She came hard, her whole body shaking against me, muffling her scream in the sheets. We froze when we heard him moving around. My d*ck was still deep inside her, her juices and my cum dripping down her thighs, the air thick with sex. She turned her head, grinning at me, whispering, “Don’t leave. We’re not done yet.” @No additions @Breeding focus @Begging for creampie @Sensual kissing

Female POV. I’m 25. I’ve been crashing at my best friend’s place since college whenever I don’t feel like going home. Same routine every time — we hang, binge something dumb, then knock out. But this time, her brother was there too. He was visiting for a few days. We’ve never been close. He was always that quiet older guy in the background. Polite, kind of awkward, never said much. But lately… he looks different. Taller, a little scruffy, more confident. Still soft-spoken though that didn’t change. Anyway, she went to bed early. I was still up watching something in the living room when he came in to grab a drink. I expected him to leave right after, but he sat down at the end of the couch. Kinda far, but not that far. We ended up talking for a bit — just small stuff, but I could tell he was fidgety. Kept shifting around, eyes bouncing everywhere but never quite meeting mine for long. Then out of nowhere, he said, real low: “I’ve never actually seen a pussy before. Like… up close.” I laughed, thinking he was joking. “Wait, for real?” He nodded, kinda embarrassed. “Yeah. I mean, not in person. Not like… in front of me.” There was this weird pause. I just looked at him and said, “You wanna?” He didn’t say anything for a second. Then he nodded. Barely. So I sat back, lifted my shirt up a little and pull my shorts down and let him look. Didn’t say anything. Didn’t move. Just watched him while he stared like he didn’t know where to put his hands. I actually got horny just by doing this. He's cute and has a nice body. I got so horny that I got wet. He saw that there is something dripping out of my pussy and instantly ask "What's that?". He was so curious about it

Female POV. I’m not even sure how to explain what happened—seriously. But here I am, writing it down anyway, because it’s stuck in my head. I’m Ava, 27, and this happened just a few days ago. I went to get a tattoo across the top of my chest. It’s not my first ink, but definitely my boldest. I wanted something sexy, something low enough that it’d peek through my tops. I booked with this guy named Matt. Quiet type. Tatted everywhere. Kinda hot. When I got there, I wore a tank top with no bra, knowing it would need to come off. I didn’t care. I’ve had tattoos before. Nothing new. But the moment I laid back on that leather chair and he asked, “You okay with me moving your top a little?” something felt different. I nodded. “Go ahead.” He tugged the fabric down, exposing most of my chest. My nipples were already kind of hard from the cold room, and I swear I caught him glance. Just a flicker. The buzzing started. The needle pressed in. I breathed through it. It wasn’t bad. I’ve always kind of liked the sting. It was going fine—until I noticed how close his fingers were. He was wiping the ink and stretching my skin, and his palm brushed right over my left nipple. My breath hitched, but I didn’t say anything. Accidents happen. But then it happened again. Slower. His fingers lingered more than needed, circling right around the top curve of my breast. I looked at him. He didn’t say anything, didn’t even look at me—just focused on the work like nothing was happening. But I could feel it. I could feel that he knew. He reached for more ointment and rubbed it over the spot, and this time he full-on grazed my nipple. No gloves. Just warm fingers. My body reacted fast. I bit my lip and tried to stay still, but I was throbbing down there. Wet. Soaking. From just his hands and that calm, confident touch. He paused, glanced at me, and said, “You’re doing good.” I almost moaned. I nodded instead. “Yeah,” I whispered. “It actually feels… really nice.” He smirked. Not a word. Just kept going—pressing, rubbing, tattooing, touching me again and again, making it look like part of the job. By the time it was done, I was shaking. My chest was red from the ink, my thighs pressed tight together, and my panties were ruined. He wiped the last bit of ink from the curve of my breast and let his fingers drag just a little lower than necessary. “Come back if you want more,” he said casually. I will. Definitely. But maybe lower next time.