Isis Lusty Sizzle

“Is it going to hurt?” He whimpered.

“Not too badly. Besides, I’ll kiss it and make it better.”

That wasn’t all she’d be kissing, but he’d never sit still through the procedure if she told him.

Isis fired up the Thermal Cautery Unit placed the mask over her mouth. Minutes later, she placed the finishing touches on her artwork. Three perfect letters forever branded on her boy’s hip.

She pressed delicate kisses on his new mark. Focusing her attention on her favorite part of his body, she licked a path from root to tip.

He groaned aloud.

“Did that hurt?”