I Became His Groupie Slut
He undid my bra, then took off his trousers and boxers before climbing over me. He kissed down my body, making his way to my purring pussy.
The concert was everything I had imagined it to be and more. The music was loud; the crowd was wild, and the energy was electric. I had been waiting for this moment for months, and I was determined to make the most of it.
As I jumped up and down, singing at the top of my lungs, I noticed someone on stage watching me. It was the lead singer, Jack, and his eyes were fixed on me. For a moment, I felt like the only person in the room.
After the show, I lingered around the venue, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jack. I was just about to give up when I saw him walking towards me. My heart raced as he approached.
“Hey, I saw you in the crowd,” he said, his voice smooth and low.
My cheeks flushed with excitement. “Yeah, I was having a great time. Your music is amazing.”
“Thanks,” he said, flashing a smile that made my knees weak. “What’s your name?”
“Mia,” I said, trying to sound confident despite my nerves.
“Nice to meet you, Mia. I’m Jack.”
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