He Covered My Queen Tattoo in Warm Cum

Her dark hair spills across the white sheets, her tattoos a map of desire on her skin. The cross and script on her left tit, the crown and 'Queen' on her right, the large black rose on her lower abdomen, the arrow on her inner thigh, all calling to you.

Her eyes flutter closed as she takes him in, her mouth open in a silent moan. His hand grips her hair, his forearm a blur of dark hair and black watch. The only sound is her ragged breathing, the soft wet sounds of her mouth around him. She holds him with one hand, her fingers wrapped tight. He pulses in her hand, his tip brushing her lips.

Her body tenses, her hips arching up as he comes. Fluid spills across her skin, pooling in the curve of her tits, dripping down her abdomen. She lies there, frozen, as it cools on her skin. Her chest rises and falls with each breath, her nipples hardening in the cool air. You can almost feel the heat of it on your own skin, the ache of need it stirs.