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The stretch was immediate and deep. Her pussy opened around him in a slow, wet slide, the thick shaft forcing her walls to yield until he was buried to the base.
Jody moaned, the sound broken. He filled her completely—hot, hard, pulsing.
She could feel every vein, every ridge, the way the head pressed against her cervix when he bottomed out.
Chase held still for a second, breathing hard against the back of her neck, then started to move.
Slow, deliberate strokes that dragged almost all the way out before sinking back in to the hilt.
The wet sound of her cunt taking him filled the quiet shop.
He watched the fresh ink on her hip flex and shift with every thrust, the raised skin still shiny with ointment.
“Look at that,” he muttered. “Brand new mark and you’re already stretched around my cock. This is what the bigger pieces are for. So I can watch my ink while I fill you.”
He fucked her deeper, angling his hips so the head dragged over the sensitive front wall on every stroke.
One hand stayed on her bent knee; the other reached around and rubbed tight, wet circles over her clit.
Jody’s orgasm built fast and mean. Her pussy started to flutter around him, clenching in rhythmic pulses.
“That’s it,” he said, voice dropping into something darker. “Come on it. Squeeze me while I pump you full. I want this cunt milking every drop. Want you walking out of here with my cum dripping down your thighs and my ink still burning.”
The words tipped her over. Jody came hard—thighs shaking, pussy clamping down on his cock in tight, rhythmic waves, a fresh rush of wetness spilling around his shaft.
Chase groaned and followed her, hips snapping forward as he buried himself to the root and came.
Thick, hot pulses flooded her, flooding her so full she felt it leaking out around him almost immediately.
He kept thrusting through it, shallow and deep, working every spurt into her until his cock finally stopped twitching.
He stayed inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, one hand stroking the un-inked side of her ass.
“Next piece goes lower still,” he said against her ear, voice wrecked. “Across the top of your thigh and in. Closer to this pretty cunt. You’re going to show up already full of me next time. Clear?”
Jody could only nod, still pulsing weakly around him, the fresh tattoo throbbing in time with her heartbeat and the warm spill of his cum inside her.
Chase stayed buried inside her for several long breaths, feeling the residual flutters of her cunt around his cock.
Then he began to pull out—slow, deliberate, inch by thick inch.
The drag was wet and filthy. Jody whimpered at the sudden emptiness.
When the head finally slipped free, a thick pulse of his cum followed, spilling out of her open pussy in a warm, heavy trickle.
It ran down the crease of her ass and onto the leather chair in a glossy strand.
Chase watched it happen, eyes dark.
“Fuck, look at that,” he murmured. He caught some of the leaking cum on two fingers and pushed it straight back into her, slow and deep.
Jody’s oversensitive walls clenched around the intrusion.
He fucked the cum back in with short, deliberate strokes, coating every ridge of her inside, then spread her outer lips with his other hand so he could see everything—flushed pink flesh, the slow seep of white, her swollen clit still twitching.
“You take me so well,” he said, voice low and rough.
“This cunt opens up and just keeps everything I give it. Look how full you still are.”
He added a third finger, stretching her gently, working the mixture of her wetness and his cum deeper.
The sound was slick and obscene. Jody’s hips jerked; the fresh ink on her hip pulled tight under the ointment, a bright counterpoint to the heavy ache between her legs.
Chase leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue over her clit while his fingers kept moving.
She was too sensitive—every lick made her thighs jump—but he didn’t stop.
He sucked the swollen nub between his lips and rubbed firm circles inside her at the same time, using his own cum as lube.
The dual sensation was overwhelming. Jody’s second orgasm hit hard and sharp, less of a wave and more of a sudden, violent clench.
Her pussy locked down on his fingers, more cum and slick forcing out around them as she cried out, one hand flying to the un-inked side of the chair for something to hold onto.
He worked her through it until the tremors turned into small, helpless twitches, then eased his fingers free. A fresh trickle of white followed. Chase gathered it on his thumb and painted it across her lower lip.
“Taste what I left in you.”
She did. Salt and musk and the lingering heat of him.
Only then did he reach for the clean towels and green soap.
He wiped her carefully—outer thighs, the crease of her ass, the swollen lips of her pussy—until the worst of the mess was gone, though she still felt open and used.
He smoothed more ointment over the new hip piece, the touch proprietary, then pressed a fresh bandage in place and sealed the edges.
“Clothes on. Leave the leggings. No underwear.”
Jody dressed on shaky legs. The soft fabric of the leggings pressed against her sensitive, still-slick cunt; every step made her aware of the cum he had pushed back inside her. Chase walked her to the door, unlocked it, and cupped the back of her neck.
“Keep as much of me in you as you can tonight. Don’t clean up more than you have to. Next session is in twelve days—inner thigh, high up, right where your legs meet. You’re going to show up already wet and still thinking about how full I left you. Clear?”
“Clear,” she whispered.
He kissed the corner of her mouth, tasting himself on her lips, and let her go.
Later that night her phone lit up.
Chase: Still feeling me?
Jody: Yes. Every time I move.