The artist

The door swings open and the artist stumbles into the room. As he does so, he takes in what's happening here and looks on, shocked at what he's seeing. You look at him, hands on your girlfriend's tits, like a kid caught with his hands in the cookie jar. Tracy also turns to him, shorts stuffed into her mouth and eyes wide open with surprise. Mia even lifts her head to stare at the tattoo artist, pussy juice dripping from her chin.

You take your hands off your girlfriend's tits and move towards him, reaching out to shake his hand.

"Hi, you must be Adam, we spoke on the phone about some tattoos for the girls here." You point at the two of them as you say this, with the twins still on the chair in their respective positions.

He snaps out of his shock and reaches a hand out to shake yours. "Hey, yeah I... I guess I kinda should've expected this kind of thing given the tattoos you requested." He looks over at the twins as he says this, examining the sexual act he's caught them in.

You laugh at his comment before answering him. "Yeah, they really are insatiable. Sorry about the mess she made, I'm sure they can make it up to you somehow." A cheeky grin covers your face as you say this, addressing the droplets of pussy juice that have dropped down onto his chair.

Adam closes the door whilst speaking to you. "Don't worry about it. Now, I guess we might as well get started then, if that's alright with you two?"

It's only now that Mia climbs back off the chair and stands, whilst Tracy pulls her shorts out of her mouth and goes to put them back on.

"Actually slut, you might as well leave those off, it'll make it easier for what's to come. You should probably take your top off too."

"Oh I see, so I guess I'm going first then. You mind holding these sis?"

Tracy hands her shorts to her sister before removing the mesh crop top 'covering' her tits and handing them to Mia too.

"Wow, so you guys really are twin sisters then." The tattoo artist looks back and forth between the girls, taking note of their identical bodies.

"Yep, just a pair of identical sluts." Tracy giggles as she says this. Her answer causes the artist to smirk.

He then walks over and jumps into his stool next to the tattoo chair, organising his things in preparation.