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Wesley’s ink needle pauses the second your shirt comes off, and his eyes drop straight to your hardening cock. He sets the tool down and lowers himself between your spread thighs, mouth open and hungry, licking a slow stripe from base to tip before swallowing you down to the root. His tongue works the shaft while his calloused fingers grip your balls, pulling you deeper with every wet bob. The buzz of the parlor fades as he gags and recovers, then drives forward again until your hips lift off the vinyl seat and you’re shooting down his throat.
