Big Cock Shemale Gets Her Tattooed Butt Fucked Hard And Raw

The voluptuous shemale sashayed into the tattoo parlor, her dangerous curves beckoning every eye in the place. Dressed in a tight, low-cut tank top that barely contained her abundant breasts and a micro-mini skirt that hugged the luscious globes of her ass, she was the epitome of unbridled sexuality.

“My appointment is at five, I think the name is Sasha?” she purred to the receptionist, licking her full lips suggestively. The poor girl nearly fainted at the sight of the stunning creature before her.

“Y-yes, that’s correct,” she stammered, fumbling with some papers. “P-please have a seat and um, Sasha will be with you shortly.”

As soon as the name was mentioned, a barrel-chested, inked up man emerged from the back, the vivere tattoo crawling across his muscular chest betraying his name. “Sasha, darlin’,” he said, his honey-smooth drawl dripping like molasses. “You are a sight for sore eyes.” His dark gaze raked over her with brazen appreciation.

“You’re too kind,». She smiled wickedly, revealing a set of perfect teeth. “Eager to get started?” She cocked a shapely hip to the side, the sass in her movements making the little eyebrow ring in her nose dance.

“Ain’t that the truth,” he gruffed, motioning for her to head to the back. She flipped her long, glossy hair and sashayed past him, putting an extra swing in her wide hips.

As soon as the door to the parlor closed, he was on her like a lion on its pray. His mouth crashed against hers in a searing kiss as he yanked down the neckline of her shirt to expose her ripe breasts.

“Mmmm,” he groaned into her mouth, his hands groping and squeezing the pillowy flesh. “Goddamn, you’re a fuckin’ work of art, girl.”

Biting her bottom lip in coy delight, she reached down to palm his hardening bulge. “It’s not the only work of art here,” she purred salaciously, kneading his engorging cock through his pants.

He growled low in his throat, biting and sucking at her neck as he fumbled with the zipper of her skirt. In record time, he had it pooled at her feet, revealing the scandalous sight of her ass barely covered by a thin strip of lace. She could feel his cock throbbing in his pants, straining to be freed.

“Christ, the ink on this ass…,” he rasped, rubbing the curved lines that adorned her supple skin. “Your whole fuckin’ body’s a canvas.” His fingers slipped beneath the fabric of the thong, tracing the curve of her plump cheeks appreciatively.

“Yes sir, that’s right,” she lectured primly, as if he was just admiring her tattoo. “You made me a masterpiece.” Rubbing her ass against his rigid cock, she reached down to palm him again. “Speaking of art, why don’t you whip out that hard shaft so I can give you an up close and personal critique?”

With a rent in his pants that echoed her neckline, his enormous cock sprung free, slapping up against his belly button. His thick shaft was adorned with the same arrange of overdone art as the rest of his body, covering nearly all of his smooth skin.

“Fuck, baby,” she hissed, taking it in her hand and slowly pumping up and down. “You got one fuckin’ monster cock.” Sinking to her knees, she stuck out her tongue and laved across the bulbous head, swirling it around the tip. “Mmm, lots of practice with this big boy, eh?”

His eyes flashed darkly as he tangled a hand in her silky hair and guided her mouth to his waiting cock. “No other mouth like your slutty lil’ ducky, darlin’,” he grunted, sliding his rigid shaft past her full lips.

She moaned around his thickness, savoring the hot taste of him. Her tongue slithered along the underside as she worked him in and out, her hand fisting what wouldn’t fit. Bobbing her head, she swallowed his smoky flavor, her throat constricting deliciously around him each time.

Somehow, someway, they made it over to the padded table without her ever taking a proper breath. “Fuck girl, you’re still dress,” he groused, palming her tits and rubbing her stiff nipples through the light fabric. “Get them clothes off – I’m sposed to be studying that ink, ain’t I?”

She quickly stripped, shimmying out of her tank and panties, until she was bare. His hot gaze drilled into her, tracing every dip and curve, from her full breasts with their dusty pink peaks, to her toned thighs, until it landed on her dusky, engorged cock. The chiseled V of her taut abdomen pointed directly to it like an arrow.

“Damn, baby, look at you,” he breathed, fisting her thick shaft and giving it a stiff pump. “One hot, sexy little shemale, s’all I gotta say.” Bending his head, he flicked his tongue across the sensitive tip, before sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh fuck yes!” she cried, arching her back as he worked her wetly, his tongue swirling around the ridge of her cockhead and then tracing the prominent vein down to the swollen, hairless balls that swayed beneath. “Your mouth is fuckin’ poetry Sasha.”

Pulling off, a cord of their saliva snapped and glazed his chin. In response, he spread her legs wide and dove with head first. His hot, wet mouth found her painfully distended clit and he latched onto it, sucking it against his teeth. She moaned raggedly, grabbing his head in a vice and grinding herself against his studded tongue.

It was too much, too fast, his devastating ministrations worked her into a frenzy. “I believe that’s my turn, big boy,” she gasped, shoving him onto his back and smothering his face with her pussy. Squeezing the tops of her thighs, she ground her juicy cunt against his stubbled face, smearing his skin with her slick arousal.

Sucking and slurping at her dripping folds, he couldn’t get enough of her taste, all sweet and musky on his tongue. Reaching down, he jacked his throbbing cock, giving its wet bulb a twist between his fingers. Her scorching flesh gripped his prying tongue as he drove it as deep as it would go, fucking her sopping canal with its thickness.

When she rode him into a frenzy, and her thighs trembled against his head, she dismounted and quickly straddled his waist, impaling herself on his fat cock in one fell swoop. “Fuuuuckkkk,” she hissed, enveloping the girthy length completely. “Oh baby, your cock is fuckin’ perfect!”

Clamping down on him with passion, she gyrated her hips, grinding her sensitive pussy into his flesh. camb the ridge of her cockhead and then tracing the seams of his swollen balls, slurping up her sweet juices that pooled on his tongue.

Her ass floated tauntingly in the air above his head, so Sasha ducked his head and gave her a hard smack. She yelped in surprise then a smile crossed her face. He peppered her backside with sharp slaps, florehing her plump cheeks a bright pink hue as they bounced and jiggled. Then, without missing a beat, he dove his tongue deep into her tight pucker, spearing her with his tongue as he worked her swollen gland.

I wing over in pleasure, her passion turned into a new fever pitch, working her hips faster and faster, fucking him with wild abandon. Searing heat pulsed through her groin as, all the while, he tongued and sucked and nibbled at her crinkled hole. Seizing her cock one last delicious time, he hefted her forward and buried his face between her cheeks, his wicked tongue plundering her vulnerable rosebud again.

“Ohhhh fuckkkk,” she cried out, slamming her hips down onto his cock, matching the pistoning of his tongue. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!” Her juices poured out, soaking his shaft and dripping onto the floor below. The critical blow landed when he slipped from her hole and plunged his fingers in alongside his throbbing tongue.

“Oh Shit, Oh Shit, Oh Shit!” she chanted incoherently, her pussy muscles contracting in tight gyrinations around him. “Watch out Sasha I’m gonna- SHIT! Fuck me! I’m cuuuummmming!”

Her pussy spasmed almost violently, contracting around his thick shaft as she came in hot, juicy flooding squirts all over him. Sasha growled as he bucked up into her quivering flesh, fucking her through her orgasm until her motions slowed to languid rolls.

“Goddamn girl,” he rumbled, licking his lips. “You make one helluva shemale, ain’t no doubt bout’ that.”

Collapsing across him, he pumped into her quivering canal one last time before pulling out completely to spurt ropes of thick jizz all over her belly, her cracked nipples, her heaving tits. Marking her territory, he painted her in his seed, leaving no doubt of whose pussy that was.

“That’s right baby,” she moaned, scooping up his cum to slather on her cock. “Shit, that boyfriend of yours’ don’t know what he’s missin’.”

Firing one last thick ribbon, he plopped back on the table with a satisfied grunt. “Damn right he don’t,” he laughed, pulling her into a tight hug. “But don’t you be tellin’ him what we got up to here. Some things’s just between us, got it?”

Mischievous eyes glittered up at him as she wrapped her sticky body against his. “What happens at Rockin’ Ink…,” she purred wickedly, “stays at Rockin’ Ink – and I hope y’all pencil me in again for my next tat.”

The he tousled her hair with a loud chuckle and gave her one last grind against him. A regular, then? Just peachtine. End loan for all of their tattooing needs.

Said so right.