My first tattoo.

I had a rigid upbringing. Maybe because I couldn't do one, I hated tattoos. Only now, at the age of twenty, I decided to do one. Solving some problems about my work, I passed in front of a studio. Out of curiosity or a surge of courage, I entered. A young man looking about 25 met me. Trying to hide the smile that could notice that I was a bit lost, he said:
- Can I help you?
Actually, I'm just curious, I want to do one, but I'm afraid.
He didn't hide anything but a smile.
- Afraid of what?
Now I laugh too.
- Being disinherited, getting kicked out of the house, getting beaten up... my grandmother thinks tattoos are gangster stuff.
- That being the case, he said, showing his arms and neck covered in tattoos.
Laugh at the joke.
- I'll see you Saturday.
- Look for Jhon when you get there. Depending on the place you choose, it's free.
He gave me that stupid, manly grin, pretended I didn't understand, said goodbye and left.
I didn't know why, but every once in a while, I'd think about that boy, John, that's what he called me.
Saturday finally arrived. Rest, rest...and the long-awaited tattoo. I took care of some unforeseen events and when I left home for the studio it was already late. I got there, it was almost closing time, there was another boy at the reception, I asked him for Jhon, he told me he would call. He went up a flight of stairs until he disappeared from my field of vision. Fifteen minutes later a man comes down with a familiar face. ((mainly because I had thought about that face all week).
- I thought you'd given up.
- I'm brave, but not very brave.
- So, have you decided what it's gonna be?
- This one.
I pointed to a tribal he had on his left arm.
- Your wish is my command.
I shook my head, and he told me to go to the front, and he followed me, and upstairs there were four stretchers and some tables with the equipment on them.
- What's the location and size?
I want it on the left side.
- Um... I'm gonna have to take off the blouse and the bra.
The bastard smile was on his face again.
A boy came up the stairs saying he was leaving because it was closing time.
I'll do hers and then I'll do mine.
The boy ran down. A little while later I hear the sound of locks and keys.
- Your name?
- Jasmym, please.
- It's Jasmym, alone at last!
It felt good to be embarrassed.
I felt a certain fear of being alone and locked up with him, but if I lost my courage now, I wouldn't do it anymore. I did what he asked. I began to feel the first stings of the needles, I closed my eyes... I was already getting used to the pain, sooner or later, I could feel Jhon's hand caressing my back. The noise stopped and I asked with my eyes still closed.
- Is that it?
He stuck his mouth to my ear and whispered:
- I just started.
His mouth went down my throat, I felt his tongue go down my back like a snake.
- Are you crazy?
- You want to, too.
I was right, something in my heart wanted very much. I turned in front of him I started to take off his shirt, then pants and underwear. he was sucking my breasts now. I let out a groan, it excited him very much. I felt his dick pulsing on my leg. I took off my skirt and panties. He took me in his lap and put me sitting on one of the tables that was empty he knelt down and started sucking my cup that was already all wet with breast. Hora licked my chick, another sucked and stuck his tongue inside my crotch. I enjoyed it so deliciously that honey dripped from my cup and from the corners of Jhon's mouth.
- My turn, he said.
I got down on the floor, I got down on my knees, and I started sucking his dick hard, and I'd stop and lick his little head, and I'd suck it again, and his dick would beat in my mouth, and Jhon would scream like a wild animal...
I don't want to make fun of you now.
He took me in his arms and put me back on the table, and I suspended my legs and put them on his neck, and he penetrated as far as he could into my vagina, and I could feel his dick in my bowels.
Oh, my gosh, you're so tight.
Every time he hit me I saw stars. Tears rolled, I don't know if it was pain or thirst. I felt his body shake. Jhon let go of an aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiii and fell with his face on my stomach. We dated for a long time. He looked like a puppy "love me! love me" and I loved, a lot.
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