Weekly Poll #21 - OC / Sabrina Carpenter {Story 36} (Patreon)

Weekly Poll #21 - OC / Sabrina Carpenter {Story 36}

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The arena was still buzzing from the final notes of the last song before the climax. Lights pulsed, the crowd screamed, and the dancers moved in tight formation around Sabrina Carpenter as she owned the stage. Roderick Ross stood in position near the front, his body moving on autopilot through the choreography. At six-foot-two with a dancer’s lean, powerful build, he was used to the spotlight, but tonight his focus kept drifting to the woman in front of him.

Sabrina was in her element—sweat-slicked skin, short sparkly outfit hugging every curve, legs flexing with every step, her thick thighs and round ass on full display. The short skirt barely covered anything when she moved. Her tits bounced softly with the choreography, full and perky under the tight top. She was glowing, that playful, teasing energy she brought to every show dialed up even higher lately.

The beat dropped into the big moment. Sabrina turned, bent over at the waist right in front of Roderick, and started shaking her ass. Not grinding on him—not yet—but shaking it hard enough that the crowd lost their minds. Her round, juicy ass rippled and bounced, the cheeks clapping softly with the rhythm. She backed up a little closer than usual, her ass just brushing the front of his pants.

Roderick felt it instantly—the heavy bulge in his pants pressing against the soft, warm give of her ass. It had been building for weeks. Every show she got a little bolder. A little more contact. A little more of her backing that thick ass right up to him during the bend-over section. He could feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric of his dance pants. His cock was already half-hard from the adrenaline and the constant teasing.

Sabrina glanced back over her shoulder at him, a wicked little smile on her face, eyes sparkling under the stage lights. She kept shaking, her ass cheeks rippling, the movement sending little jolts straight through him every time she brushed against his crotch. The crowd was screaming so loud it drowned out the music.

She pushed it further this time. Instead of just shaking, she started a slow, sensual twerk right against him. Her ass bounced and clapped right on his crotch, the soft flesh meeting the hard outline of his cock through his pants. She wasn’t grinding like it was nothing—she was really feeling it, rolling her hips, letting the thick cheeks smother and bounce on the growing bulge. The fabric of his pants was doing nothing to hide how big he was getting.

Roderick’s hands hovered near her hips out of habit from the choreography, but she reached back with both arms, grabbing his wrists and pulling them forward. She guided his hands to her waist, then lower, encouraging him to pull her back harder onto him. He gripped her, fingers sinking into the soft, firm flesh of her hips and ass. She pushed back harder, twerking faster, her round cheeks rippling and slapping against his crotch with every bounce. He could feel the heat, the give of her ass, the way she was essentially bouncing her pussy right on his cock through the layers of clothing.

The crowd went absolutely feral. Phones were up, lights flashing, screams echoing through the arena.

Sabrina kept going, backing that fat ass up into him with more force, rolling her hips so her cheeks spread and clapped around the thick outline of his cock. She was riding the rhythm, using him like a prop but making it look filthy and intentional. Roderick’s cock was rock hard now, trapped against her, throbbing every time she slammed back.

Then she turned around.

Sabrina dropped to her knees right in front of him on the stage, right there in the middle of the choreography. The crowd lost it even more. She looked up at him with big, playful eyes—then she leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly from the base of his clothed cock all the way up to the head, licking the thick bulge through his pants in one long, wet stripe. The fabric darkened where her tongue passed. She did it again, slower this time, eyes locked on his the whole time, a little smirk on her lips like she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

The arena exploded.

Roderick’s face stayed mostly neutral—dancer training—but inside his heart was hammering. This had gone way too far. Every show it was getting more intense. The teasing looks, the extra contact, the way she was now literally licking his cock on stage in front of thousands of people. He could feel the wet spot on his pants from her tongue.

The song ended. The lights went wild. Sabrina popped back up, blowing a kiss to the crowd, waving, laughing like it was all just part of the fun. Roderick moved through the final poses on autopilot, his cock still half-hard and aching in his pants.

The show wrapped. Curtain call. Cheers. Confetti. Sabrina thanking the crowd, thanking the dancers, all smiles and waves. Roderick kept it professional, smiling for the cameras, but his mind was already racing.

Backstage was chaos—crew running around, dancers cooling down, everyone high on the energy. Roderick found a quiet corner near the dressing rooms, towel around his neck, breathing heavy as he tried to come down. His cock was still uncomfortably hard from everything that had just happened on stage. He leaned against the wall, running a hand through his hair.

This shit had to stop. Or at least they had to talk about it. One more show left. He couldn’t keep pretending the constant teasing wasn’t affecting him. His girlfriend back home had no idea how wild these shows had gotten lately.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and answered without looking, already smiling a little.

“Hey babe,” he said, voice a little rough from the performance.

“Hey! How was the show?” Her voice came through warm and familiar. “Second to last one, right? You sound tired.”

Roderick chuckled, shifting his weight. His cock was still thick and heavy in his pants, the wet spot from Sabrina’s tongue making the fabric stick. “Yeah, it was electric. Crowd was insane tonight. The energy is still crazy back here. How are you doing? Everything good at home?”

They fell into easy conversation—how the tour was wrapping up, how fun it had been, her asking about the flights home, him asking about her day. Normal stuff. Comfortable. He was half-listening, half-thinking about how he needed to corner Sabrina after this and set some boundaries before the last show.

He didn’t hear her coming.

Sabrina appeared behind him like she’d materialized out of the shadows. Before he could react, her small hands were on his waistband. She yanked his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion. His massive cock sprang free—thick, long, heavy, already mostly hard again from the adrenaline and the memory of her ass on him. It bobbed out, veined and dark, the fat head already glistening with precum.

Roderick’s eyes widened. He was still on the phone with his girlfriend.

“Babe, you still there?” his girlfriend asked, voice a little concerned. “You got quiet all of a sudden.”

Sabrina didn’t say a word. She just wrapped both hands around his thick cock—her small fingers barely meeting around the girth—and started stroking him from behind. Slow at first, then faster, twisting her wrists on the upstroke, thumbs rubbing over the leaking head. Her body pressed close to his back, one hand working the shaft while the other cupped and fondled his heavy balls.

Roderick bit down hard on his lip, trying to keep his breathing even. “Yeah… yeah I’m here. Just… catching my breath. Long night.”

His girlfriend laughed softly. “You sound wiped. Maybe we should end the call so you can rest? You’ve got one more show tomorrow.”

Sabrina dropped to her knees behind him without warning. She spread his cheeks with one hand and dragged her tongue right across his asshole in one long, wet lick while her other hand kept pumping his cock in long, firm strokes.

Roderick’s knees almost buckled. A low, strangled sound escaped his throat before he could stop it. His cock jerked hard in Sabrina’s grip, throbbing visibly as she licked him again—slow, deliberate circles around his hole, then pushing her tongue inside just a little while her hand twisted and stroked the full length of his thick shaft.

His girlfriend’s voice came through again, softer now. “Roderick? You okay? You sound… off. Are you tired? We can talk tomorrow if you need to crash.”

Sabrina was relentless. One hand jerked him in long, twisting pumps—both hands working him now, squeezing and stroking the massive length while her tongue fucked into his ass with wet, filthy sounds. Spit ran down his balls. Her free hand reached around to fondle and squeeze his heavy sack, rolling it gently while she ate his ass like she was starving for it.

Roderick’s free hand gripped the wall. His face was tight, jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to keep the moans trapped in his chest. His cock was leaking steadily, precum dripping over Sabrina’s fingers as she pumped him faster. The wet sounds of her tongue lapping at his ass mixed with the slick noises of her hands working his cock.

“I’m… I’m good,” he managed, voice strained. “Just sore from dancing. Long show. You know how it is.”

His girlfriend hummed, still sounding a little worried. “Okay… if you’re sure. I love you. Get some sleep, yeah?”

“Love you too,” Roderick said quickly. His voice cracked on the last word as Sabrina sucked hard on his asshole and twisted both hands around the head of his cock at the same time.

They ended the call.

The second the line went dead, Sabrina went harder. She pumped his cock with both hands in fast, tight strokes, twisting on every upstroke, thumbing the sensitive head while her tongue pushed deeper into his ass, licking and sucking with filthy enthusiasm. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the quiet backstage hallway. Her small body was pressed right up against the back of his thighs, her face buried between his cheeks.

Roderick’s head dropped forward. A low, broken groan finally escaped him. “Fuck… Sabrina—”

She didn’t stop. One hand left his cock to spread his cheeks wider so she could get her tongue even deeper while the other kept jerking him in long, powerful strokes. His massive cock throbbed in her grip, the veins standing out, the head swollen and shiny. Precum poured over her fingers.

He didn’t last much longer.

Roderick came hard, his cock pulsing violently in her hands. Thick, heavy ropes of cum shot out in powerful spurts, filling her palms, overflowing, dripping down over her fingers and wrists in messy, creamy streams. She kept pumping through it, milking every drop while her tongue kept working his ass.

When he finally stopped cumming, his legs were shaking.

Sabrina pulled back slowly. She stayed on her knees, looking up at him with big eyes as she brought her cum-covered hands to her mouth. She licked her palms clean, tongue dragging through the thick load, sucking her fingers one by one with a soft, satisfied hum. Some of it dripped down her chin onto her chest, but she caught that too.

Roderick turned around, breathing hard, his cock still half-hard and twitching in the cool air. He looked down at her—Sabrina on her knees, lips shiny with his cum, that same playful, wicked smile on her face.

“Sabrina… we have to stop this,” he said, voice low and pleading. “This is getting out of hand. The shows, the touching, the… everything. My girlfriend doesn’t know about any of this. It’s too much. You have to stop.”

Sabrina licked the last of his cum from her bottom lip, then wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She stood up slowly, still smiling from ear to ear, looking completely unbothered and satisfied.

“I’ll stop,” she said sweetly, stepping closer. She reached up and patted his chest. “After the last show.”

Roderick frowned. “Sabrina—”

“My cunt still has to taste that monster cock of yours,” she continued, voice low and filthy, like she was talking about the weather. “One more show. That’s all. Then I’ll behave.”

She turned and walked away down the hallway, hips swaying, that big smile still on her face like she’d just won the lottery. She didn’t look back.

Roderick stood there for a long moment, pants still around his ankles, cock slowly softening, the taste of what just happened thick in the air. His girlfriend’s voice was still echoing in his head. The last show tomorrow.

He had no idea how he was supposed to get through it.

Roderick stood there in the quiet backstage hallway for a long minute after Sabrina walked away, his pants still around his ankles and his cock slowly softening against his thigh. The air smelled thick with sex—his cum, her spit, the faint sweetness of her perfume mixing with the sweat from the show. His legs felt shaky. He pulled his pants up slowly, tucking himself away, trying to steady his breathing.

What the fuck just happened?

He’d been on the phone with his girlfriend—calling her “babe” like he always did—while Sabrina had her tongue in his ass and both hands working his cock. He’d cum so hard it felt like it was never going to stop, filling her palms until it overflowed. And then she’d licked it all up like it was nothing. The whole thing had been filthy and sudden and way over the line.

He ran a hand over his face. This had been building for weeks—the way she kept backing that thick ass up to him during the shows, the extra contact, the way she looked at him like she knew exactly what she was doing. Tonight she’d crossed every line. And instead of stopping, she’d smiled and said she’d only behave after the last show.”

Roderick shook his head and started walking toward the dressing rooms. One more show. That was it. He could get through it. He’d talk to her tomorrow before soundcheck, lay it all out—tell her it had to stop, that he had a girlfriend, that this was getting too risky. The tour was ending anyway. They could both move on.

He spent the night tossing and turning in his hotel bed, replaying everything. The way her ass had clapped against him on stage. The wet heat of her tongue on his cock through his pants. The way she’d moaned into his ass while jerking him off with both hands. His girlfriend had texted goodnight like nothing was wrong. He replied with a heart and “love you too,” feeling like shit.

The next day passed in a blur of soundcheck, wardrobe fittings, and crew meetings. Everyone was riding the high of the second-to-last show being a smash. The energy backstage was electric—people laughing louder, moving faster, already talking about the wrap party after tonight’s finale.

Roderick was stretching in a corner when Sabrina walked in with the creative director and a couple of stage managers. She was in casual rehearsal clothes—tight leggings that hugged her thick thighs and round ass, a cropped hoodie that showed a sliver of toned stomach. Her hair was up in a messy bun.

She clapped her hands once to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, listen up! For the very last show tonight, we’re doing something special for the finale.”

The room quieted down. Roderick straightened up, already feeling a knot form in his stomach.

Sabrina grinned, that same playful spark in her eyes. “We’re putting a chair right in the middle of the stage. Roderick’s gonna sit in it. I’m gonna be on his lap. We’ll have a big curtain around us so only our shadows show to the audience and the crew watching from the wings. The shadows are gonna look like we’re doing something… dirty.”

A few people laughed. Someone whistled. The creative director nodded like it was already approved.

“It’s gonna be hot, it’s gonna be fun, and it’s gonna look crazy on the big screens,” Sabrina continued. “Roderick, you cool with that? It’s the last night—we’re going out with a bang.”

All eyes turned to him. He could feel the heat rising in his face, but he kept his expression neutral. One last show. Might as well get through it. He nodded once. “Yeah. I’m good.”

Sabrina’s smile widened, just for a second, before she turned back to the group. “Perfect. Let’s run it a couple times so everyone knows the timing. Curtain drops, shadows do their thing, curtain comes up, we bow. Easy.”

They ran through it quickly during the afternoon rehearsal. The chair was placed center stage. Sabrina sat on his lap like it was nothing—her round ass settling right over his crotch, her thighs straddling his. The curtain was rigged to drop around them. From the outside it looked like two silhouettes moving together in a very suggestive way. The crew watching from the wings laughed and clapped when they saw the shadows.

Roderick kept his hands on her waist out of habit. Sabrina leaned back against his chest and whispered, just loud enough for him to hear, “See? Easy. And tonight… we’re not pretending.”

He didn’t answer. He just focused on the choreography.

The rest of the day flew by. More soundcheck, more wardrobe, more hype. Roderick tried to stay in the zone, but his mind kept drifting. One last show. After this it’s over.

The arena filled up. The energy was even bigger than the night before—people knew it was the finale. The show started strong, the crowd louder than ever. Roderick moved through his numbers on autopilot, hitting every mark, smiling when he was supposed to smile.

Then the final section hit.

The arena lights dimmed to almost nothing, leaving only a single bright spotlight trained on the simple wooden chair placed dead center on the stage. The crowd roared in anticipation, phones already up and recording. Roderick walked out from the wings with the same calm dancer’s stride they’d rehearsed, crossed the stage, and sat down in the chair like it was just another night. The second he settled, the big black curtain dropped around them in one smooth motion, forming a tall, private cylinder that hid everything from the audience and from the crew watching from the sides and the wings.

From the outside, all anyone could see were the massive shadows thrown onto the giant screens and the backdrops. The silhouettes looked exactly like a sexy, rhythmic dance: Sabrina’s curvy outline climbing onto Roderick’s lap, her long legs straddling him, her round ass settling down as their bodies started moving together in time with the heavy beat. The shadows showed her rolling her hips, bouncing slowly at first, then faster, her upper body leaning in close while his hands gripped her waist. It looked filthy and suggestive without ever showing anything real—just two dark shapes grinding and riding in perfect sync. The crowd went absolutely wild, screaming and cheering like it was the hottest thing they’d ever seen on the tour. Phones flashed nonstop. People in the wings were laughing and clapping, yelling “Get it!” and “That’s how you end a tour!” The shadows kept moving—her body rising and falling, his hands sliding lower on her silhouette, everything timed to the music so it looked like pure stage teasing.

Inside the curtain, it was completely different.

Sabrina was already on his lap before the fabric had even finished settling. She turned to face him fully, straddling his thighs in one quick motion, her short skirt riding up high on her thick thighs and bunching around her waist. Her eyes were dark and hungry, the same look she’d given him the night before backstage. She leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear.

“No more pretending,” she whispered, voice low and filthy, just loud enough for him to hear over the muffled music outside. “I’ve been waiting all tour for this. Every single show, backing my ass up to you, feeling that big cock against me… I’ve been soaked every night thinking about it.”

Roderick’s hands went to her hips on instinct, fingers sinking into the soft, warm flesh just above her skirt. “Sabrina… we shouldn’t. Not here. Not like this.”

She cut him off by leaning in and kissing him hard, her tongue sliding straight into his mouth while her small hands reached down between them. She yanked his dance pants and underwear down just far enough in one rough tug. His cock sprang free—already rock hard from the tension of the whole night and the memory of her ass on him the show before. It was thick and heavy, the shaft veined and dark, the fat head already leaking a steady bead of precum that glistened in the low light inside the curtain.

Sabrina wrapped both hands around it immediately, just like she had the night before, her fingers barely meeting around the girth. She stroked him slow and deliberate, twisting her wrists on the upstroke, thumbs rubbing over the sensitive head and spreading the precum. At the same time she ground her clothed pussy down against the shaft, rolling her hips so the thin fabric of her panties dragged along his length.

“Fuck, look at this thing,” she breathed against his lips, eyes locked on his the whole time. Her voice was shaky with want. “So fucking big. I’ve felt it against my ass every single show—felt how thick it gets when I back up on you. Tonight I finally get to feel it inside me. All of it.”

Roderick’s hands tightened on her hips. “Sabrina… we shouldn’t—”

She kissed him again, deeper this time, cutting off whatever else he was going to say. Her tongue slid against his while she kept stroking his cock between them, the wet sound of her hands working him already loud in the small space. Then she reached under her skirt with one hand, shoved her soaked panties to the side, and sank down onto him in one smooth, greedy motion.

They both groaned at the same time.

Her pussy was tight and soaking wet, the heat of it wrapping around the fat head of his cock as she took him inch by inch. Her thick thighs flexed hard on either side of him, the soft inner flesh pressing against his hips. Her round ass settled fully against his lap as she bottomed out, her walls fluttering and clenching around his full length like her body was trying to pull him even deeper. The stretch was intense—she was dripping, but he was thick enough that she had to pause and breathe through it for a second.

“Oh my god,” she moaned right against his ear, voice shaky and full of raw pleasure. “It’s so fucking thick. Filling me up so good already. I knew it would feel this big, but… fuck. I can feel every vein.”

She started moving immediately—rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles at first, then lifting up and dropping back down in a steady bounce. Her perky tits pressed against his chest through her tight top, the soft mounds rubbing with every movement. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down his cock filled the curtained space—slick, filthy squelching every time she dropped down, mixed with the quiet but steady smack of her ass meeting his thighs. Her round cheeks rippled softly with each bounce, the soft flesh giving and jiggling against him.

Roderick’s hands gripped her ass harder, fingers digging into the firm, juicy cheeks as he helped lift and drop her, guiding her rhythm. “Fuck, Sabrina… you’re so tight. Taking every inch like you were made for it. Your pussy’s gripping me so good.”

She moaned louder, riding him harder now, her face right in front of his. Her eyes were half-lidded, lips parted, that same playful-but-filthy little smile on her face even as pleasure started to take over. “I’ve been thinking about this every night. Backing my ass up to you on stage during every show… feeling this monster cock against me through your pants… getting so wet I could barely focus on the choreography. Now I finally get to bounce on it for real. God, it feels even better than I imagined.”

She leaned back a little, hands braced on his shoulders for leverage, and really started riding—bouncing up and down with purpose, her pussy gripping and releasing him on every stroke. The curtain around them muffled most of the outside noise, but inside it was just the wet slap of her ass meeting his lap, her breathy moans, and the constant filthy squelch of her soaked cunt taking his thick cock over and over. Her perky tits bounced and swayed with the movement, the soft flesh jiggling right in front of him.

Roderick reached up and pulled her top down roughly, freeing her tits. He cupped them with both big hands, thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples before he leaned in and sucked one into his mouth, tongue flicking fast. Sabrina moaned louder, grinding down harder on his cock.

“Yes—play with my tits while I ride you,” she gasped, voice breaking with pleasure. “I love how your hands feel on me. So much bigger than mine. Squeeze them harder—maul them while I bounce on this fat cock.”

He did exactly that, squeezing and kneading the soft, bouncy flesh while she rode him, his mouth switching between her nipples. Her ass rippled every time she dropped down, the meeting of their bodies getting louder and wetter. The smell of sex was already thick inside the curtain—her sweet arousal, his heavy musk, the faint scent of sweat from the show still clinging to both of them.

She came first, suddenly and hard. Her pussy clamped down around him like a vice, thighs shaking violently as she squirted around his cock. Her face scrunched up in raw pleasure—eyes squeezed shut tight, mouth open wide in a silent cry before a broken, loud moan tore out of her. “Fuuuuck—I’m cumming. I’m cumming on your cock already. Oh my god, it feels so good.”

Roderick held her through it, still thrusting up into her pulsing heat, not slowing down for a second. He kept bouncing her on his lap even as she came, drawing the orgasm out until she was whimpering and twitching on top of him, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Then he stood up with her still impaled on his cock, her long legs wrapping tight around his waist. He turned and pressed her back against the back of the chair for leverage, pounding into her from below in hard, deep strokes. Her perky tits bounced right in his face with every thrust. He sucked on one while his hands gripped her ass, spreading the cheeks and helping her take him even deeper.

Sabrina’s head fell back, mouth open, eyes glassy with pleasure. “Yes—fuck me just like that. Use my pussy. I’ve wanted this so bad all tour. Your cock feels so fucking good stretching me open.”

He fucked her like that for a while—standing, her legs locked around him, the wet sounds of their bodies meeting filling the small space inside the curtain. The shadows outside continued their suggestive dance for the screaming crowd, but inside it was raw and real—her moans getting louder, his grunts mixing with the slick slap of skin.

Then he sat back down on the chair and spun her around so her back was to his chest. She braced her hands on his knees and started riding again, this time with her round ass right in his face. Roderick reached around and rubbed her clit in firm circles while she bounced. His other hand mauled one of her tits, pinching the stiff nipple.

“Look at you riding this cock like you own it,” he growled against her ear. “Your ass looks so fucking good bouncing on me. Keep going—just like that.”

She moaned and slammed down harder, her ass rippling and clapping against his lap. “It feels so deep like this. I can feel you in my stomach. Keep rubbing my clit—I’m gonna cum again.”

She did, harder this time. Her whole body shook as another orgasm ripped through her, pussy gushing around his cock while he kept thrusting up into her. Her face was a complete mess of pleasure—eyes rolled back, tongue out, loud broken moans spilling from her lips without any filter.

Roderick was getting close. He gripped her hips tighter and fucked up into her harder, chasing his own release while she kept riding through the aftershocks.

Roderick kept thrusting up into her from below while Sabrina rode him. Her round ass rippled and bounced every time she slammed down, the soft cheeks spreading and clapping against his lap with wet, filthy sounds. Her perky tits swayed and jiggled in front of her as she leaned forward, hands braced on his knees for leverage. The wet squelch of her soaked pussy taking his thick cock was loud inside the curtain, mixing with her breathy moans and the heavy slap of skin on skin.

She was already close again. Her thighs trembled, and she ground down harder, rolling her hips in tight circles so her clit rubbed against the base of his cock. “Fuck—your cock feels so deep like this. I can feel it hitting everything inside me. Keep fucking up into me just like that.”

Roderick’s hands gripped her hips hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as he pulled her down onto every thrust. One hand slid up to maul one of her bouncing tits, squeezing the full, bouncy weight and pinching her stiff nipple. “Your pussy’s gripping me so tight. You’re creaming all over this dick. I can feel how close you are.”

Sabrina moaned louder, her head falling back against his shoulder. Her face was flushed, lips parted, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “I’m gonna cum again—don’t stop. Pull my hair while you fuck me.”

He reached up with one hand and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back firmly while he kept pounding up into her from below. The new angle made her moan even louder. Her ass rippled harder with every thrust, the meeting of their bodies loud and obscene inside the small curtained space.

She came hard, her whole body shaking as her pussy clamped down and gushed around his cock. Her face twisted in ecstasy—eyes rolling back, mouth open wide in a broken cry, tongue slipping out as the orgasm ripped through her. “Fuuuuck—I’m cumming! I’m cumming on your big cock again!”

Roderick fucked her through it, not slowing down for a second, letting her ride out every last pulse and squirt around his thick cock. Her pussy kept fluttering and clenching, warm juices running down his shaft and dripping onto the chair. When her shaking finally eased and her moans turned into soft whimpers, he lifted her off his cock with both hands under her thighs. He stood up with her, turned her around, and bent her over the back of the chair. Her hands gripped the top edge for support, her round ass pushed out toward him, skirt flipped up around her waist, panties long gone and discarded somewhere on the floor. Her thick thighs flexed as she spread her legs a little wider, and he could see how soaked and puffy her pussy looked, glistening under the low light inside the curtain.

He gripped her hips firmly, fingers sinking into the soft, firm flesh of her ass cheeks, and slammed back into her pussy from behind in one smooth, deep thrust. The wet sound was loud and filthy in the small space. This position let him go even deeper than before—his cock bottomed out completely, the fat head pressing right against her cervix with every stroke. He fucked her hard and fast, hips snapping forward, the loud, wet smacks of his body meeting her ass filling the curtained area. Her thick thighs flexed and trembled with every powerful thrust, and her round ass rippled and jiggled beautifully, the soft flesh bouncing and spreading slightly around his cock on every impact.

The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her soaked cunt were constant and obscene—slick squelching mixed with the heavy slap of skin on skin. He reached around with one hand and rubbed her swollen clit in quick, firm circles while he pounded her, his other hand sliding up to grab a fistful of her hair. He yanked her head back, arching her back hard so her perky tits swayed and bounced beneath her with every thrust. Her nipples were stiff and dark, brushing against the chair with the movement.

Sabrina pushed back to meet every thrust, her voice high and needy, broken with pleasure. “Yes—fuck me just like this. Your cock feels so fucking good stretching me open. Pull my hair harder—I love it when you use me like this. God, I can feel you so deep.”

He pulled harder on her hair, forcing her back into a deeper arch while his fingers kept working her clit. “Your pussy’s gripping me so tight. You’re creaming all over this dick every time I thrust. You love getting fucked like this, don’t you? Bent over and taking every inch.”

“Yes,” she gasped, voice hoarse. “I love it. Your cock feels so much bigger like this. Don’t stop—keep pounding me. I want to feel you in my stomach.”

The smell of sex was thick and heavy inside the curtain—her sweet arousal mixed with his heavy musk and the faint scent of sweat and cum from everything they’d already done. Her ass rippled and jiggled with every hard thrust, the soft cheeks meeting his hips with wet, rhythmic smacks. Her perky tits swayed and bounced beneath her, the movement hypnotic even from his angle.

She came again quickly, her pussy pulsing and squirting around his cock as her legs shook hard. Her face was a complete mess of pleasure—eyes squeezed shut tight, mouth open in a loud, shameless moan, cheeks flushed bright red. “Cumming—oh fuck, I’m cumming so hard again! Don’t stop—keep fucking me!”

Roderick kept pounding her through it, his own release building fast in his balls. The wet sounds grew even louder as her juices mixed with everything else. He pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back on the chair in one smooth motion, and hooked her long legs over his shoulders. He folded her in half and drove back into her pussy with deep, powerful strokes. This angle let him bottom out completely with every thrust, the fat head of his cock kissing her cervix over and over.

Sabrina’s hands clawed at his arms, her face right in front of his. Her expression was completely wrecked—eyes glassy and unfocused, lips parted, tongue out as she moaned with every thrust. “So deep—fuck, you’re so deep. I can feel you in my stomach. Keep pounding me like that. Your cock feels so fucking good.”

He leaned down and kissed her hard while he fucked her, tongues sliding messy and desperate. One hand reached between them to rub her clit again in tight circles. Her perky tits were pressed between them, nipples rubbing against his chest with every thrust. The wet slap of his hips meeting her ass and thighs was loud and constant inside the curtain, mixing with her broken moans and his low grunts.

She came again, her whole body locking up as another orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy squeezed and fluttered around his cock, fresh juices squirting out around his shaft and running down her ass. Her face contorted beautifully—eyes rolling back hard, mouth open in a silent scream that turned into a loud, broken moan. “Fuuuuck—cumming again! I can’t stop cumming on your cock!”

Roderick powered through her orgasm, fucking her harder and faster. His heavy balls slapped against her ass with every deep thrust. He was right on the edge, his cock throbbing inside her tight heat. “I’m gonna cum—fuck, I’m gonna fill this pussy up.”

“Do it,” Sabrina gasped, voice hoarse and desperate. “Cum inside me. I want to feel you flooding me. Give me every drop. Fill me up until it leaks out.”

He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of cum pumping deep into her womb in powerful spurts. He kept thrusting through it, grinding against her as he unloaded, filling her until it overflowed and leaked out around his cock in creamy streams. Her belly had a slight swell from how much he gave her, and the wet mess ran down her ass onto the chair.

He didn’t pull out right away. He stayed buried inside her, breathing hard, while she trembled beneath him. Her legs were still hooked over his shoulders, her face flushed and satisfied, a lazy, wicked smile on her lips. Her perky tits rose and fell with her ragged breathing, nipples still stiff and dark.

But he wasn’t done yet.

Roderick pulled out slowly, his cock still half-hard and shiny with their mixed cum. He flipped her over onto her hands and knees on the chair again and pushed back into her pussy from behind. He fucked her in long, deep strokes, one hand gripping her hair and pulling her head back while the other reached around to rub her swollen clit in firm circles.

Sabrina pushed back to meet him, moaning nonstop, her round ass rippling with every thrust. “Yes—keep using my pussy. I love how you fuck me. Your cock feels so good stretching me open. Don’t stop rubbing my clit.”

He railed her like that, the wet sounds filling the space, until she came again—her body shaking hard, pussy gushing around him as another orgasm ripped through her. Her face was turned to the side, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a loud moan.

Then he pulled out, spun her around, and sat back on the chair, pulling her onto his lap facing him once more. She sank down onto his cock easily, her pussy sloppy and well-fucked from everything they’d done. She rode him hard, bouncing and grinding while he sucked on her tits and mauled her ass with both hands, fingers digging into the soft, firm cheeks.

She came one more time like that, her face buried in his neck as she moaned his name, her whole body trembling. Roderick followed right after, pumping another thick load deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her again. Cum leaked out around his shaft and dripped down onto the chair, adding to the mess.

They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Sabrina was still trembling, cum leaking steadily from her stretched pussy and running down her thighs. She lifted her head and kissed him slow and deep, her eyes soft but still sparkling with that same wicked satisfaction.

Roderick finally pulled out and helped her stand on shaky legs. He tucked himself away while she fixed her skirt and top, both of them trying to look presentable even though they were both wrecked. The curtain was still up, the shadows long gone. The crowd was still cheering from the finale.

Sabrina turned to him one last time, that big smile back on her face. She reached up and patted his chest. “Told you I’d stop after the last show.”

He shook his head, but there was no real anger left. Just exhaustion and the lingering high. “You’re impossible.”

She laughed softly, leaned in, and kissed his cheek. “Thanks for the ride, big guy. Tour’s over. We both got what we wanted.”

Then she turned and walked out from behind the curtain like nothing had happened, waving to the crowd as they erupted one last time. Roderick followed a second later, smiling for the cameras and the crew even though his legs still felt weak.

The show ended. Confetti fell. Final bows. Everyone was buzzing—crew hugging, dancers high-fiving, the audience screaming for an encore that wasn’t coming. Sabrina thanked everyone, especially the dancers, with that same bright, genuine smile she always had.

Backstage was pure chaos and celebration. People were already talking about the wrap party. Roderick found a quiet spot to catch his breath. His phone buzzed—his girlfriend texting congratulations on the final show and asking when his flight was.

He stared at the message for a second, then typed back a quick reply. The tour was over. Whatever happened with Sabrina was over too. It had been wild, reckless, and way too far, but it was done.

He looked across the room and caught Sabrina’s eye one last time. She gave him a small, knowing smile and a little wave before turning back to the crew. Then she was gone, swept up in the celebration.

Roderick exhaled slowly. One last show. One last night. And now it was finally over.