69 Things 2Do B4 U Die - Episode 9

She stretched across the black silk sheets, bare skin warm under his hands. He pressed her shoulder into the ink pad first. The print bloomed dark across her flesh, the curve of her collarbone blooming like a bruise. Next came her breast, soft weight flattening against the pad until a perfect oval appeared, the nipple leaving its own small mark. He moved down. Her hip. The soft inside of her thigh. The pad took everything. When he rolled her onto her stomach, the arch of her spine printed in one long stroke, vertebrae showing like secrets beneath the ink. He finished with her ass, both cheeks pressed down hard, the prints coming away in twin crescents, intimate and unmistakable. Each impression told the truth of where she had been touched, how hard, how willing. She lay back, skin marked in places only he had seen, the prints already drying into something permanent.