I love attending concerts. Depending on the act and company, the entire vibe can be different from one show to the next. For this particular adventure, I was flying solo. I need the chaos and edgy vibe of this Punk Show I've been looking forward to. The loud music, the smell of smoke machines filling the air for the hyped up crowd. I live for that shit.
Of course I dressed for the occasion...
I'm comfy in one of my many band T-Shirts, short skirt with fishnets, heavier eye make up, black nail polish. I'm feeling so good, oddly relaxed given everything going on around me.
I notice you, this attractive stranger in a leather jacket...I feel your hungry eyes watching me while I get my drink and find a spot in the pit mashed in with the crowd. We watch each other, smiling, drawing each other in with seductive glances.
Not long after the pit starts, you breeze over, take me by the hand, dragging me off to a corner. When you shove me to my knees pinning me against the wall, you tear my shirt exposing a little teasing hint of my cleavage.
The music blares and you tangle your fingers through my hair while I unbutton your fly.
"Look at me baby girl", you growl.
My eyes are fixed on you as you fuck my mouth, feeling the vibrations of the music rumble through my lips on your cock.
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When you start to cum, you pull out so you can shoot my face, getting it on my mouth and cheek. My torn shirt and that hint of cleavage is now sporting a warm rope of your love. After I wipe my face off, you grab me abruptly, passionately kissing me.