Fist bump, bag of pinks, access given. I’m in.
I’ve followed her tour state by state, soul given in cunt-lust adoration.
I brave the piss-scent hall and open the greenroom door.
Under flickering lights, a neon-haired merkin is having a beginner’s try between fishnet thighs.
With charity, I send the little kitten goodbye.
Standing in, my new thunderbolt tats and veiny black strappy beguile.
First thrust, my creds are settled.
Her nails dig in and I bang pussy with abandon.
A Jack bottle arcs and shatters, chorus to her cum.
I look down, triumphant.
She’s already asleep.
Maybe next time?
