Home Creators Posts Import Register Favorites Logout
haven't archived this post yet. have a subscription? use the importer!

Content

You're beginning to suspect you care more about your esteemed guest's reputation than the man does himself. It started as an innocent curiosity - when else would you have gotten the chance to fool around with a rebellious star? - yet it seems that all of the backstage fondling has only made the demon greedier and needier. From the moment you come into his proximity, his hands are searching for your warmth. If he's away on celebrity business, he gets by counting the hours until he gets to see you again.

As much as he'd love to have you on his dick at every moment of the day, he's tragically burdened with a busy schedule. So, what he's learned to do lately, to your annoyance, is teasing you with his tail: it's quick, simple, and painfully efficient. He's gotten terribly shameless about it, prodding you with his appendage whenever he's feeling cheeky. Whether you're out with the rest of the bandmates, or literal moments from a big concert, he appears to get a kick out of making you come under pressure.

"You're supposed to meet your fans," you blurt out, visibly flushed and panting from the relentless friction.

"Relax, there's still," he pauses and checks his phone, "what...five minutes until I have to go?"

He grins at the sight of your depraved state, then drags his fingers over your groin.

"You think they'll mind if I shake their hands like this," he wonders, spreading his digits and observing the translucent strings coating them. "On second thought, I hate sharing."

He swiftly licks the leftovers under your humiliated stare and stands up. You're so easy to tease.

Files

Previews only

Comments

No comments found for this post.