Julie Simone
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She leans over and drags two sharp red lines straight down his right bicep, bold as fuck, ink settling into skin like war paint. Then she tosses in a handful of stars, quick little pricks that pop against the red. The needle hums, she wipes blood with a grin, and those stars catch light every time his muscle flexes. He feels owned already.
Julie Simone
She leans over and drags two sharp red lines straight down his right bicep, bold as fuck, ink settling into skin like war paint. Then she tosses in a handful of stars, quick little pricks that pop against the red. The needle hums, she wipes blood with a grin, and those stars catch light every time his muscle flexes. He feels owned already.