“You shall tattoo a seven-pointed star right here.” She touched her groin just to the left of her bush. Big cock A miracle. “Let them forever have mementos of this night.” Then she turned to the cop. “And now here,” she purred, hooking her legs around his waist as he stood up and she pulled him to her. “A bar? The Devil’s Pact, The Ghost of Paris Interlude
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2014
Chapter Three: The Tattoo Artist
Friday, September 20th, 2013 – Rex Irvine – Paris, Texas
“Fuck, Rex, another beaut,” grinned bucktooth Hal as he looked at the black mamba I just tattooed coiled around his skinny arm. The lips of her well-fucked pussy peaked out of those stained curls.
