A emo girl

Before Josh could recover, the next person comes up to him. A young woman, looking around mid twenties. Short hair colored green, pierced nose, pierce eyebrows. A huge amount of tattoos on her arms and legs. Wearing a short army-camo colored cropped tank top, which bulged due to the heft of her breasts. She heavily smelled of weed and cigarettes.

“Yo, Abigail!” The woman shouted enthusiastically, her voice loud and happy. “Man, when i heard you are coming to my town i was so happy, i fucking love your books! And the new one.. dude! That shootout in the bar? When she attacks the guy while he’s getting his dick sucked? That shit was awesome! It’s way better then any slop you see on netflix, i tell you that!”

Josh nodded, trying to his hardest to ignore the pleasure brewing inside him and focus on what the woman before him talked about. She jumped and yeled and gesutred with her hands as she recounted her favourite moments from the books, all the “sick shootings” or “sexy babes” that appear in them.

“So, i hope it’s okay, but i don’t have a book for you to sign, i actually just listen to audiobooks…” the woman said. “But i have a tattoo inspired by one of your covers, i was thinking - could you sign next to it, so that i could later tattoo your signature on my body?”

Josh gave the okay sign, not wanting to say anything and risk moaning again. Then the lady stepped closer and started lifting up her shirt… wait, what?

The boy’s eyes buldged out of his head as this hot alt chick showed him a piece of hefty underboob, her tits fat and pale. She grabbed one of her enourmous boobs and lifted it up, showing the sweaty skin underneath. There it was - a small and simple tattoo featuring a skull with snake crawling out of it’s empty eye socket.

Josh swore he could feel the heat radiating off this piece of skin - while that could be just a figment of his imagination, the smell wasn’t. With a trembling hand, he grabbeda pen and moved it to the girls chest. As it made contact with the skin, so did his hand made contact with the woman’s breast. Oh god… it was so soft, so milky… even though the girl was holding it, Josh could still feel the weight of the tit, how hefty and saggy it was. He delibetry wrote his signature slower, moved his hand more, just to feel more of this wonderful milker, giving himself that extra pleasure. As the final dot connected with the girls skin, she dropped her shirt back down. “Thanks so much! I’ll tattoo it as soon as possible, and i’ll be sure to send you a pic on insta when it’s done!” She said and left before Josh could do anything, leaving him unsatisfied and on edge yet again.

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