The Hunger - Scene 2

Emma Hix walks into the tattoo shop like she's expecting a crown, but Tommy Pistol and Lucky Fate aren't rolling out any red carpet. They peel shirts off to show her the ink, bodies covered in the kind of artwork that makes her mouth go dry. The air thickens. She grabs the belt first, yanks Tommy's cock free, wraps her lips around him like she's been starving all week. Lucky steps in, hard already, and she grips him too, switching between them, spit and suction working double time. They spin her up on the padded bench, legs wide, cock sliding into her from one end while she chokes on the other. Her nails dig, body rocking between the pair as every thrust drags raw moans out of her throat. The rhythm builds quick—no soft starts, just skin slapping and filthy encouragement. When they're close, they pull out, pumping thick ropes across her tits in long, heavy spurts until she's glistening. She looks up, licking her lips, satisfied and sticky.