Thick Monster Cock attached to the Drummer

I’m beyond tipsy.

I feel so sexy as my tempting body sways to the beat, craving a thick monster cock. Is it just my imagination, or can the drummer not keep his eyes off of me? Thousands of people scream as the drum solo ensues. BOOM, BANG, TING. My pussy throbs to the beat, longing for a thick monster cock.

People are all around me, and I cannot breathe. This is a good time to go to the bathroom, get another drink, and find some thick monster cock. I stumble out onto the concourse; it’s eerily empty. Am I in the right place? I shake off the confusion and find a restroom. Empty. Weird. I take care of business, straighten my skin-tight dress in the mirror, and am now on the prowl for another cocktail (hold the tail).

Where are all the vendors? There are only empty carts covered in dust. WTH is going on? I round a corner and run smack into a sweaty man. Oh my God, no fucking way, it’s the drummer! My body is still pressed against his. I can feel the heat and electricity radiating off his body, as well as his thick monster cock.

“Thanks for saving me the trouble,” he chuckles. “Huh?”, my drunk brain is buzzing. “I don’t have to find you now,” he says, as he grabs my hand and pulls me behind him. Thankfully, I’m speechless; I wouldn’t know what to say anyway, my mind is on thick monster cock.

We enter what resembles a locker room.

“Excuse me,” he states, “I need a quick shower, unless of course you would like to join me?”  I don’t need to be invited twice. I pull the dress off, over my head, and throw it to the floor as I follow him into the shower. “You dirty girl,” he chuckles again, “I didn’t figure you could have much on under that tight, little dress you were wearing.”

My body is against his immediately, stuck together by the war, water trickling down onto us. I’m kissing him passionately, my mouth is entwined with his. We don’t stop until we have to take a breath, each gasping for air. His thick monster cock pressed hard against me. At the same time, his lips are on my neck, my chest, and then his mouth finds my hard nipple. Electricity is soaring through my body. My hands are all over his long, black hair. My long red nails scratch his back.

Without warning, my legs are around his waist. Next,  he backs me up against the shower wall, and his thick monster cock invades my pussy. “OH MY GOD,” I gasp, as he takes away my breath. He feels so amazing inside of me; the fullness drives me insane.

He’s licking and sucking my neck, then onto my tits, and back to my neck, as I rock rhythmically up and down on his thick monster cock.

The friction is so much that it’s all that I can stand, as I let go and my first orgasm rocks its way through my body. His thick monster cock is so deep inside me. I’m really going crazy now. Consequently, I’ve lost all inhibitions, and I ride him as if my life depends on it. Our mouths find each other’s again, he’s sucking on my lips and tongue as my second orgasm overtakes me.

The energy we exchange is incredible. It’s like he’s sharing the energy he felt from being on stage with me. I’ve never felt anything like this. Not even the sexy lesbian bombshell had me this worked up.

If you want to hear about the rest of my ride of the rockstar’s thick monster cock, or who the famous drummer icon is, call me.

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