Rockstar! Dwayne
The dressing room was small, enough for a rack of clothes and you and Dwayne to fit on the small table. You were sat on the table, Dwayne's head rested in between your thighs. His tongue rapidly working at your clit until he could feel you clench around him. Then pulling his face back, your arousal dripping down his chin.
"Come on just make me cum. Please please." You begged, as he gazed up At you smiling.
"Good girls don't tell their Daddy what to do, now do they?" He asked, holding up his hands and backing away.
Out of desperation your hand went to your pussy, pushing a finger in before Dwayne grabbed your hand. A tight grip on your wrist he pinned your hands above your head.
"You're such a needy little slut." He spat, grabbing your nipple and twisting. "That enough? Huh?"
You choked out a sob before Dwayne undid his belt, pulling out his length and pumping it a few times before you realized your hands were free and sent to grab him.
"I'll fuck you on stage to make sure everyone knows you're mine."
