Give her the tattoo she wants

You’re kind of tired. You decide to play nice and just give Lotte the tattoo that she wants. It looks like a name, so it’s probably someone important to her. There’s nothing wrong with wanting a tattoo like that, even if it’s pretty bad the way that Lotte decided to get it. But… you have met girls like Lotte before. She just doesn’t know how to go about things in any other way.

Of course, that doesn’t make it any less annoying.

So you climb on top of her, spread her cheeks and slip the condom-wrapped strap inside her. You settle in, getting comfortable. It’s not just for fun that you do this. Having something inside causes every girl’s body to tense a little, and that makes tattooing easier.

It’s also fun. You move very little while you give the tattoo. Obviously you can’t fuck her and still have a steady hand, but you move once in a while just to see how she reacts. Lotte can act evil, but she’s a girl like the rest of you. Her walls squeeze the dildo, and her little asshole twitches when you push forward. She rests her head on her arms, eyes closed, looking relaxed. You want to pull on that long, glossy blonde hair sometime. And her skin is so pale, but so clear. For such a slender person, she has nice curves and a big, apple ass. That gives you an idea, but for now you need to concentrate.

It's an easy tattoo, and doesn’t take very long to do.

Normally this is the part where you would put your stuff aside and fuck the girl to climax to take her mind off the discomfort of the fresh tattoo. And because you enjoy it.

You pull the strap on out of her, and she looks back at you. You wonder if she’s going to beg. If she does, you’ll do it. You’ll turn her onto her side, lift her leg and put her calf on your shoulder, and then give it to her hard with her all spread open like that. You want to see those tits bounce and hear her scream.

But Lotte doesn’t beg. She just twists to peer at her hip.

“Thank you,” she says, then lowers herself back down with a sigh.

You get off the bed and unbuckle the strap, letting it clatter to the floor. You put your clothes back on, but notice that the handcuffs are all still on the bed. And Lotte is just lying there, relaxing, naked, eyes closed on her front.

You could easily slap one of those sets of handcuffs on her ankle as a little ****.

Cuff Lotte’s ankle to the bed?

Or just leave?