Marked!

The model rose smoothly from between Lena’s thighs, her lips glistening with her wetness. the model caught her chin, tilting it up, and pressed a slow, claiming kiss to her swollen mouth. Lena moaned into it, weak but eager, her body instinctively arching closer.

When the model pulled back, her eyes glimmered with satisfaction. “You were perfect, Lena,” they whispered. “Thank you for the session.”

Lena’s hazel eyes widened slightly, her mind still foggy from release. She blinked up at the model, unsure if it was really over, or if this was just another tease.

The model only smirked and crouched again, this time with a marker in hand. Lena gasped softly as she pressed the tip against Lena's bare skin, just above her pussy. She squirmed at the strange sensation, but the model hushed her with a finger against her lips.

“Shh. Hold still. This is for you.”

Slow, deliberate strokes of black ink traced across her soft skin, just above her pussy. The model wrote backwards, each line neat and deliberate, making sure that when Lena stood before a mirror she would be able to read it perfectly.

When the model pulled back, she capped the marker with a flourish.

It was her number.

Etched across Lena's bare flesh, only visible if she was completely naked.

The model gave her a wicked smile, dragging her fingertip lightly across the fresh writing. “Now, if you want more… you’ll know how to find me. But you’ll have to bare yourself to read it.”

Lena’s lips parted, her face glowing crimson, shame and desire twisting together in her chest. Her bra, thong, jeans—all her clothes—lay scattered across the floor, but the only thing she was wearing now was the model’s mark.

And the thought of standing naked in front of a mirror, staring down at their number written across her body, made her shiver with new anticipation.

Clothing Status

Lena: fully naked — body flushed and trembling from two orgasms. The model’s number is written across her skin just above her pussy.

Floor: Sweater, Jeans, sneakers, socks, t-shirt, Bra and Thong, Her clothes remain scattered