I Let a Tattoo Artist Fuck Me on His Chair After My Session (F25)

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

Someone gave me a hand+blowjob in an Escape Room

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

Extended Flute Techniques

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...

His Bestfriend Saw My Pussy

His best friend saw my pussy when I picked up the towel I had no idea he was even in the hallway. I’d just stepped out of the shower, dripping wet, and I realized I forgot the towel on the floor. So I bent over to grab it — completely naked, legs apart, not even thinking. And that’s when I heard the sharp breath behind me. I froze. Slowly, I turned my head... and there he was. My boyfriend’s best friend. Standing in the open doorway, wide-eyed, mouth parted, staring straight between my legs. He didn’t say a word. Just stood there, silent, staring. I should’ve covered up. I should’ve screamed. Instead, I straightened up slowly… and the towel slipped from my hands again. I bent down one more time — even slower — just to see if he’d look away. He didn’t. When I stood back up, I didn’t cover myself. I just turned to face him — wet skin, nipples hard, thighs still damp — and I saw the outline of his cock growing fast in his shorts. Neither of us moved. Not a word. Just eye contact… and tension thick enough to taste. He stepped closer. And I didn’t stop him.@#forbidden fruit @#exhibitionism @#striptease

I didn’t expect my first male waxer to turn me on

He waxed me slow… and I couldn’t help how my body reacted It was supposed to be quick. Just a routine waxing before my beach trip. I’d done this plenty of times, nothing new. But when I walked into the salon and checked in, the girl at the front desk gave me a little look. “Oh, sorry,” she said, tapping her keyboard. “Our only available waxer right now is Pablo. Are you comfortable with your waxer being a guy?” I shrugged casually. “No worries, I’m good with it. We’re all professionals here, right?” She smiled and nodded, then sent me to Room 3. I walked back like it was no big deal. But still… something about it felt different. I didn’t expect him to be that cute. When he came in — tall, calm, confident — I was already lying on the table with the little towel over me. It was warm in the room, and I tried to stay relaxed. “Hey there,” he said gently, pulling on gloves. “You’ve done this before?” “Yep. A bunch of times,” I said, smiling. “Just not with a guy.” “I’ll be gentle,” he said, and something in his voice made my stomach flutter. The first strip wasn’t bad. It was how he pressed afterward — that steady hand, that soft pressure on my skin to soothe the sting. His touch was warm, firm, intentional. Not sexual. But… my body didn’t care. By the third or fourth strip, I could feel it. Heat, growing fast. My thighs tightened slightly, and I hoped he didn’t notice. But his fingers kept brushing so close, so slow. Like he wasn’t rushing, like he didn’t mind staying right there. My body was reacting without my permission. I got wet. Like, actually wet. From a waxing session. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to act normal. But I think he felt it. His fingers hesitated just a split second longer. Then he went on, still professional… but something about his silence made it even hotter. When he reached the last strip — the most sensitive spot — I couldn’t help the sharp inhale. He looked up once, eyes meeting mine. “All good?” he asked softly. “Yeah,” I breathed, barely getting the word out. He finished, handed me a towel, and said, “Take your time,” before stepping out. I cleaned up, got dressed, and walked out like nothing happened. But later, when I got home, I checked my panties — soaked. I don’t know what it was exactly. His hands. His calm voice. Or just the fact that I wasn’t supposed to get turned on at all. But I did. And that night, when I was alone… I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head. I made myself come harder than I had in weeks. Ever since that day, I still remember it even though I'm with my boyfriend.

He thought it was just a friendly visit, until I started stripping in front of him

@#forbidden fruit@Avoid common AI words/phrases @Tit Focus @Sensual kissing @Make it Nasty I invited him for drinks, knowing exactly what I wanted. Ryan looked nervous when I crossed my legs slowly, letting my dress ride up just enough. Every time he glanced down, I smiled like I hadn’t noticed. I kept touching his thigh, leaning in close, my lips just inches from his ear. He followed me upstairs without question. The moment the door closed, I pushed him down onto the bed. He tried to kiss me, but I stopped him with a hand on his chest. “Take off your pants,” I said softly, but firmly. He obeyed. I climbed onto him slowly, dragging my fingers down his chest. I didn’t need him to touch me. I took what I wanted—grinding against him until I felt him hard and ready, then sliding down onto him, inch by inch, while keeping eye contact. He moaned. I didn’t. I stayed in control. I rode him slow at first, then faster, pinning his wrists above his head when he started to grab my hips. “You don’t get to set the pace,” I whispered. He came before I did. I smiled and kept moving until I finished on his still-sensitive cock, watching his face twist in pleasure and overstimulation. Afterward, he lay there, breathless. I fixed my dress, grabbed my purse, and kissed his cheek. “I’ll text you if I want more.”