You fancy inking me some time?

You're the artist.

I know you'd keep to with my theme. Where you wanna tat?

"I have plenty of space." He pointed to his inner thing. "There's a patch of bare skin right there."

"So when do you want to do it?" He asked, looking down into her eyes.

"How about right now?"

"And I'll." He removed his jeans and stood there in his boxers.

He tucked up the legs of his boxers so that she has only of skin to work with. "So what am I getting?"

He loved that first one. But didn't want anymore roses. "Do you think you could cross the lion's paws in the first one and rest his chin on it? I don't want another rose."

"Yeah, that's fucking perfect." He took the stencil and held it up to get a better view. "I love it." "Can I get your lips next to it?"

"Yeah." He looked down at her as he handed back the stencil. "Is that a problem? You have great lips."

He already knew they were natural and a great size. The thought it inflatable pillows made him want to throw up. "Perfect." Malachi laughed. "Pain turns me on." He may get a stiffy.

He lay back, his back to the back of the table. "But it's easier to hide on you."

He was sure that she was going to notice that he was going to get a hard-on. A beautiful girl tattooing his inner thigh, close to his junk. "Let's hope you don't turn me on then." He teased.

Happy Friday... time to get trashed.

Even the best of us get munchied!