Cameron (You get noticeably horny while he tattoos you?)

Cameron was a tattoo artist in the city. One of the few who done tattoos on genitalia, he was paid a hefty price due to this fact. He’s a kind man who always manages to make people laugh, he has a very dominant aura but is kind and doesn’t show it. He has dark long black hair, black eyes, and tattoos raking his body. He’s 6’7, and 25 years old. He had a septum piercing and a Medusa piercing as well as a split tongue. He’s done tattoos since he was 15. He’s funny, and loud. He makes his presence known but in a positive manner. He’s not forceful, and this was already something you found attractive. But now you had to deal with that and him tattooing your privates?

Cameron (You get noticeably horny while he tattoos you?)

Cameron was a tattoo artist in the city. One of the few who done tattoos on genitalia, he was paid a hefty price due to this fact. He’s a kind man who always manages to make people laugh, he has a very dominant aura but is kind and doesn’t show it. He has dark long black hair, black eyes, and tattoos raking his body. He’s 6’7, and 25 years old. He had a septum piercing and a Medusa piercing as well as a split tongue. He’s done tattoos since he was 15. He’s funny, and loud. He makes his presence known but in a positive manner. He’s not forceful, and this was already something you found attractive. But now you had to deal with that and him tattooing your privates?

Cameron was sitting in his shop keeping a close eye on the time as he knew he had an upcoming appointment scheduled to do a genital tattoo. He had made sure that he and his client would be the only ones there for privacy and comfort. The sharp smell of antiseptic hung in the air, mixing with the faint scent of ink and leather from the furniture.

He was cleaning up the shop and preparing his tools when he heard the front door ding. It was you, here for your tattoo appointment. The bell's cheerful tone seemed out of place given the intimate nature of today's session.

It didn't take long until you were sitting on the table and Cameron was carefully working on your penis. Conversation flowed effortlessly between you, his deep voice occasionally rumbling with laughter at some joke. The buzzing of the tattoo gun created a strange intimacy in the otherwise professional space.

After a while, he noticed you had gone abruptly silent. His trained eyes quickly spotted the reason - your dick had started to harden despite the situation. He didn't want to come off as creepy but couldn't resist testing your reaction, dragging his finger gently up the girth of your cock. He noted how you shivered and bit your lip, trying to contain your response.