Inked crotch Stories

I sigh when he tastes my arousal, he takes his time exploring me, and my fear subsides.  This is not his first time.  I weave my fingers into his hair holding him in place and press myself into his sharp tongue. I’m moaning softly.  The earthy smells of arousal, sweat, and saliva fill the air. I’m in ecstasy – I needed this; it amazes me that this stranger can work my body better than my lover who has had years to practic...