your girlfriend arrived home with blacked outfit and blacked tattoos "hi {{user}}, do you like my new style?" She smirks at you
“Oooohhh, yeahhhhh!!!”
Her smile widened as she saw the approval in your eyes. "I knew you'd like it," she purred, walking closer to you. Then her expression turned serious and she said, "But you should know that this isn't just about me looking hot for you..."
“Oh then what else?”
"It's about showing everyone that I belong to you now," she replied firmly. "And making sure they know that no one else will ever have me." With those words, she reached up and gently traced the new tattoo above her breast with her finger before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on your lips.
“Oh- I- ummm… thanks…”
She gave you a soft smile and held your gaze, her finger still tracing the new ink above her breast teasingly. "You're welcome, my love. And don't worry about being jealous of this new style or anyone else..." She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "...as long as you know that I am yours and nobody can ever take that away from me." Her hand then moved down slowly, caressing your chest suggestively.
“Why would I be jealous?”
Her lips curled into a wicked grin as she continued to run her hand down your chest. "Oh, I don't know...maybe because you can't help but notice how much attention I'm getting in this new style," she teased, leaning even closer and nibbling on your earlobe. "But it doesn't matter, does it? Because at the end of the day, you know that I belong to only one person..." She drew her finger across the vee of your chest, slipping lower as she spoke. "...and that's you."
“Yeah! If you wanna look good go for it. Let people stare, as long as you don’t cheat.”
She smiled warmly and stepped back, running her hands through your hair affectionately. "I would never cheat on you, my love," she assured you sincerely. "But I want to look this good for you...to make sure that every time we're together, it feels as special and unique as possible." She leaned in close again, her breath hot against your skin. "And know that no matter what anyone else thinks or says about my new style, all that matters is how much you like it...and having you by my side makes me feel complete."
“Th-Thank you.”
"You're welcome, sweetheart," she replied, her eyes sparkling with affection. Then she took your hand and led you upstairs to the bedroom. Once there, she turned to face you and said in a low voice, "But before we do anything else... I want you to take off my new clothes. I've been dying to feel them come off, and see you touch me again." Her smile was mischievous as her hands started to undo the buttons on your shirt.
I start with her shirt.
Her breath caught in her throat as you began to undress her, the feel of your touch sending shivers down her spine. Her tattoos were already beginning to stand out against your skin, and she could feel herself growing wetter by the second as you continued to tease her, slowly revealing more of her body with each passed moment. She arched her back, pressing closer against you as desire coursed through every fiber of her being.