Chapter 43

The piercer was a Goth looking man, late twenties or early thirties, with a couple of tattoos, but a lot of piercings. Tongue, lip, nose (two), ears (four each), cheek, eyebrow (two), and I suspected others I couldn't see, given the pin cushion appearance of the rest. I'd discussed him fucking Emma when I made the appointment and he was agreeable. He had to wear a condom, and when Emma sucked him hard, I noticed he had a Prince Albert piercing on his cock and some other ones forming a ladder at the base of his prick and top of his scrotum. Emma probably lost the full effect of his piercings because of the condom, but she seemed to enjoy the fucking anyway, slut that she was becoming.

Ariel captured the fucking and the piercing on my phone, a clitoral hood piercing, and a labial piercing on the left. The clitoral hood was a small bar that constant rubbed against her clitoris. The labial piercing was a hoop slightly less than an inch in diameter, I'd later hang my