တက်တူးဆရာရဲ့ မညှာမတာစုတ်ချက်ကြမ်းကြမ်း
In the steamy back room of a bustling Burmese tattoo parlor, the girl known only as Mya Waited nervously, clad in nothing but a skimpy thong and heels, her perky breasts adorned with fresh ink spelling out “slut” in elaborate calligraphy. Her eyes darted to the corners of the room where hidden cameras captured every salacious detail.
Mya’s heart pounded as she watched her boyfriend Khant, a popular tattoo artist, guide in a handsome local college student named Nyunt. The strapping young man ogled Mya hungrily, hisvised by a prominently displayed banner: “Getting Inked? Get a Freebie on the Side!”
“Now Nyunt, you should know Mya here has quite the appetite for tattoos. And cocks,” Khant stated with an lecherous grin. “The shop’s quiet today, so I figured you two could get acquainted, ghost-writing wise.”
Mya bit her lip and nodded shyly, but her eyes flashed with lustful promise. She turned and bent over the tattoo table, letting the material of her thong vanish between her round, firm buttocks.
“Sweet mother of Buddha, she’s even more gorgeous from the back,” Nyunt murmured appreciatively, unbuckling his belt. “I’ve got a little love letter to carve…”
Mya’s heart raced as she felt Nyunt press the bulbous head of his manhood against her dewy entrance. “Let me get you warmed up,” he growled, his thick inches prodding deeper. Mya moaned wantonly, her pussy stretching exquisitely around his girth.
“That’s it, give her what she needs,” Khant encouraged from his post against the wall, filming them all the while. “She just loves a nice long cock.”
Mya whimpered as Nyunt grabbed her hips and began thrusting, his strong medication stimulating her sensitive walls. She reached back, spreading her bottom to grant him maximum access. The stinging sensation of his pelvis smacking her ass cheeks was delicious.
“Unngh fuck yes, you like it hard?” Nyunt groaned, sweat dripping down his forehead as he pummeled into her. “Your tight little pussy feels divine…”
“Mmmm yes, I’m getting nice and full!” Mya keened, her voice high and plaintive as he pounded her to ecstasy. “Don’t stop, I want your cum!”
Grunting, Nyunt pounded with wild abandon, his heavy balls slapping her clit with deliberation before he lost himself completely, his cockhead spasming powerfully inside her. Mya screamed as she felt his release flood her womb, the”What a glorious sight,” Khant growled, his own cock now fully erect. He stepped forward, putting his phone away. “After such a nice load, she needs more. Switch places with me now.”
Mya’s eyes sparkled as she watched firstly submit to Khant’s hefty claim on her stretched out slit. He wasted no time in tormenting her tender opening with what she imagined must be at least ten inches of throbbing meat. She mewled shamelessly, cock drunk and desperate.
Later, slick with sweat and sticky with multiple orgasms’s juices Mya lay sprawled between the two spent men. Khant and Nyunt’s softening members peeked out from where they had been nestled in her trembling jaws and sloppy folds. “That was simply lovely, my dears,” she purred. “I don’t believe I’ve ever been so thoroughly satisfied.”
“Glad to hear it,” Nyunt replied with a boyish grin. “Perhaps we can repeat the session sometime?”
“Mmmm, I like the way you think,” Mya agreed, stretching luxuriously like a contented feline. “In fact…” She batted her lashes at Khant. “I think I’ve tucked away more apprentice. Maybe I’ll refer a few of my friends next time. As long as they don’t mind sharing…”
Khant smirked and leaned in to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Mya moaned and snaked her arms around his neck, savoring the masculine taste of him upon her wedding.
“Yes, my darling slut,” he murmured when they finally broke apart, his voice a sensual rumble. “Let’s keep this going. Our clients won’t know what hit them.”
And with that promise, their dirty little arrangement was sealed. For Mya and her men, the best was yet to be ghost-written on bare skin across the uninhibited capital.
