On the stage, hanging his head from the side, lay the soloist of Maddison Kraim, Mel Mailson, as always in a ladies’ dress and with a half -battered, as much as it was noticeable, with a width on leather shorts under a lifting skirt. He shouted into the microphone something like “fucking his neighbor” and then inserted it between his legs, imitating the excited genital organ. John approaches him – a tinted painted blond solo -guitarist of the group – and sit on knees on the side of Mailson. He only opened his mouth, trying to swallow the microphone, as the hooking vocalist grabbed his hair and abruptly bent his head down below the wet level. John, without letting go of the guitar, stood up to Mailson in full, although, in fact, the second intended to just get fun, but, apparently, John liked him, although he was not a homosexual. Having finished his act, John got up again, moving away aside.
Stasy rewind this record, probably ten times, peering into John, at Mailson, fucking the object of her mastic fantasies in her mouth. It still seemed to her that he bit him, but she was not at all embarrassed by this video as a fact, on the contrary, she was even more excited. She called her soloist Katherine from the City group, telling the “whom” they will have to be on the warm -up, to which she received a clear answer: “You don’t see, fool, I am thumping”
– Yes, they all went! – She thought out loud Staci, hung up, – I will make John to fuck me, not his soloist!
And it happened, well, perhaps, a little out of her ideas.
The rock show was in full swing. The musicians sausages to exhaustion, Mailson screaming obscenity words into the microphone with meaning, and the rest of the team participants jumped with guitars under the high. The City Head Liners performed their most incendiary heavy song, interrupting to fight off the guitarists Maddison Kraim, and then went backstage. After the concert, Stasy went to the exhausted seemingly John, trying to fade him into the dressing room, hoping to get out of there earlier than the rest fit. The lighting in a narrow aisle with steel walls was dim, roar and a fierce cry of belated fans continued to be heard from all sides, eager to grab an autograph for themselves also. She hugged him and began to whisper in her ear that if he did not suck him now, she would certainly die from thirst, and no sprinkle would help her. John looked at her in bewilderment, surprised at such impudence, however, he was not at all against fucking this paw right in the dressing room.
He liked girls like Stasi, with a dark square and a rare bang, very temperamental and somehow in a needy sexual. They went into a small, closely furnished bright room, folk with several of the same small round passage. In each closet there was a large table with various perfumes and cosmetics, with a tilt to the chair. John sat in a chair, and Stasy knelt between his legs. Having unbuttoned the trousers and pulling out his instrument to the outside, she took him in her mouth, starting to suck lovingly and passionately. John grabbed her hair, as fiercely as Mailson once, trying to put her head on his stake even more, although there was nowhere else to go. She skillfully worked with a tongue, clasping Mr.’s chubby lips “I will make you happy, dear”, not that she had to do it often, she just wanted to give John an unbearable pleasure, no less than her she. John groaned and almost immediately lowered her in his mouth, as if in a wauukum, because the baby swallowed everything to the last drop of sperm.
– You liked it, John? – She asked him, still remaining on her knees.
– Come to me, ”he said.
Staci got out of her position and knelt down to him. John kissed her black lips, running his hand under her neat ass. She spread her legs, defiantly, freeing herself from thin black panties. John abruptly threw her on the pile, inserting the baby with great force. It was as if subconsciously took revenge on her beloved Mailson, who practically humiliated him on stage, although he realized that he was to blame for himself. It even seemed to him that he fell in love with Staci, but now it was not the main thing. He fucked her in full, so that when he got up, she was still lying flattering on the dressing room, panting and seemed almost unconscious. John looked around her and said:
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