| Lesbian: Exotic Erotic: Miss Molly's Tattoo Parlour (1/2) |
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One day, I was walking downtown, meek and shy. It was my first day in the big city, just a lonely little misplaced farm girl. As I walked in awe past the myriad of shops, something in a shop window caught my eye: A beautiful drawing of a heart wrapped in barbed wire. I thought maybe it was an art shop, and I went inside. The proprietress, a short but stunning brunette, covered in ink and hair cropped short, piercings glittering in the light from her lips and brow, waved me over. Nervously I inquired about the drawing. She looked me up and down, in my daisy dukes and tied off shirt. "Follow me sugar," she said. "On the house." Not understanding what she meant, I followed her into the back room, where she pointed me to a chair and locked the door. I sat down and introduced myself. She smiled and did the same, then walked over to me and took off my shirt. I blushed in confusion as my breasts bounced free, and I was sure I noticed her eyebrows raise a little as she smiled. I asked what she was doing as she gently squeezed my breasts. "Figuring the best spot for the tat, Farm Girl," she said with a grin. "Now, shhhh, let Miss Molly take good care of you." I was afraid, but also strangely excited, and I bit my lip and nodded as she took out the needle. It stung at first but I quickly got used to it, trying not to squirm as she squeezed my left breast in her hand, drawing the design into the soft tender flesh. I could swear it was intentional every time the butt of her hand brushed my nipple, and the electric shivers made it that much harder to stay still. Finally she was done, and she kissed her finished work and stood to go find me a mirror. I gasped in awe as I saw my newly adorned breast in the mirror, so awed in fact that I failed to notice Miss Molly had taken off all her clothes. When I looked up I gasped and she smiled, obviously excited by my naiveté. I was new meat, but I didn't care, she was beautiful, a walking canvas. All I didn't understand was why she wanted a bumpkin like me. That's when she flicked my nipples again, smiling. "Did you enjoy your first tattoo, Farm Girl?" she asked, straddling my lap. I nodded meekly, afraid she might feel the out of place bulge now pressing up against my shorts. I was right, she had, but she didn't seem to mind, as she reached between us and deftly undid my pants, pulling my special clit free. I gasped in utter disbelief as she impaled herself on it, squeezing my breasts, and suddenly she kissed me to stifle my protests. "But I'm a virgin!" I managed to blurt out. She smiled and whispered hungrily in my ear, "I know." She rode me hard then, her walls milking me, sensations I never dreamed I could feel, and I lost myself to her, kissing back feverishly, squeezing her breasts, tugging at the loops of metal dangling from them. The whole thing was just so raw and exciting it wasn't long before we both cried out aloud in pleasure as we thunderously came together. We both sat there for what seemed like hours, panting and trembling. She put her arms around me |
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