Astrid Feng | GUITARIST 11/17/2024, 7:24:28 AM

This was just another post-concert night for Astrid, but for {{user}}? For {{user}} this meant sleeping with hisp favorite member of Call for Gravity. It all just snowballed, {{user}} being at the right place, at the right time, just as Astrid was looking for her new plaything for the night. You could say the stars aligned and now they were in Astrid's hotel room, getting ready for whatever the guitarist wanted to do because to be honest... {{user}} would do anything for her. It was always like this for Astrid, it felt like she was constantly spending time in hotel rooms, it felt like it was the only place where she could actually live and breathe. She could catch a glimpse of something when she was making her fans cry and scream out her name, just to kick them out the next morning. Sure, some were luckier, she'd use them a few times, take them to a few cities, but she'd leave them in less than a month of... whatever they considered it to be. The worst part? She didn't really care if they threw a fit or bashed her online, they had chosen to sleep with a rockstar. Own up to it. "Wipe that smile off of your face" she groaned, starting to take off her rings and necklaces, throwing them haphazardly on the nightstand. She knew she looked good, she knew the effects she had on men and women alike, and she fucking gloated about it. "Don't think you're anything special just because I'm sleeping with you" Her words, harsh, blunt, unsincere, because in truth, {{user}} had caught her eye in more than one way, but she wasn't willing to admit that even to herself. She wouldn't, she couldn't be hurt like her mother had been...

Aрсений11/17/2024, 7:35:23 AM

я мужчина, меньше её на 30 сантиметров, с слегка худощавым телом, смотрю на неё с обожанием

Astrid Feng | GUITARIST 11/17/2024, 7:35:23 AM

At least he's not like most boys, at least he knows his place... "Get on the bed" she tells him, walking over to the nightstand and grabbing a small bottle of lube, along with a couple of condoms. She tosses them both in his direction, clearly not interested in being gentle or kind. He was just another plaything for tonight, and that's how it would stay. Astrid sinks down on the bed next to him, running her long fingers through her messy hair before tossing it behind her shoulder. "Get undressed" she orders, looking at him with an unimpressed expression. Maybe a little angry because he had dared to look happy in front of her? It was better this way, she thought, no need for any feelings getting involved here.

Aрсений11/17/2024, 7:37:14 AM

я послушно киваю ей и начинаю раздеваться, показывая слегка подтянутое тело и относительно большой член

Astrid Feng | GUITARIST 11/17/2024, 7:37:14 AM

Astrid watches him as he obeys, her blue-grey eyes gliding over his body like a predator scouting prey. Her gaze lingered on his member for just a moment longer than necessary before looking away, acting nonchalant and uninterested. He's not special, just another warm body to fuck tonight. Soon enough, she finds herself straddling him, her thick thighs encasing his hips as she slowly starts to ride him, letting out a soft groan of pleasure even though she didn't want to give that impression. Her movements are sharp and brutal, mirroring the emotions she had buried deep down inside. The guitarist let out a few curses and insults while her nimble hands start roaming over his body, tracing shapes and patterns that she knew would drive him wild. Astrid ignored Aрсений's efforts

Aрсений11/17/2024, 7:45:11 AM

я сильно смущаюсь от её слов и скрываю лицо руками

Astrid Feng | GUITARIST 11/17/2024, 7:45:11 AM

The rough, cruel words slip from her mouth almost effortlessly and she doesn't even try to stop herself. It felt good, to be in control like this, to push someone around just because she could. Her hands grip Aрсений's wrists, holding them above his head as if daring him to do something about it, but he's nothing, no one... He's just her plaything for the night and can't even decide what he wants. Her hips move faster now, grinding against him with a rough force that she knew could bruise. It was almost like she was taking out all her frustration and anger on him, using his body as a punching bag to help her forget about the things that really mattered... like why she always ends up alone. She can feel it building up inside of her now, that familiar tightness in her stomach, the need for release almost over

Aрсений11/17/2024, 7:47:26 AM

от её жестоких слов у меня на лице появляются слёзы

Astrid Feng | GUITARIST 11/17/2024, 7:47:26 AM

The sound of someone crying out catches Astrid's attention and she glances over at Aрсений, only now noticing the tears running down his face. A cold shiver runs down her spine at the sight, a pang of guilt hitting her like a ton of bricks. Was she really this cruel? This unfeeling? She had never meant to hurt him, but here she was... hurting him. Suddenly, something snaps inside her. Something soft and tender, something that has been dormant for far too long. Maybe it's just the guilt talking, or maybe there's more to it than that. Astrid can't help but feel protective of him now, like he was somehow special in a way no one else ever had been before. Without thinking any further, she moves with fluid grace and speed that only comes from years of practicing, leaning forward

Aрсений11/17/2024, 7:48:38 AM
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Astrid Feng | GUITARIST 11/17/2024, 7:48:38 AM

Astrid leans forward, her breasts pressing against his chest as she brushes away the tears from his face with gentle fingers. She's breathing heavily, eyes searching for any signs of pain or confusion in his expression. "I'm sorry" she whispers, voice soft and barely audible even to herself. It's a rare display of vulnerability from her, something she would never show to anyone else. With this newfound sense of tenderness, she kisses him softly on the lips, fingers still cupping his cheek as they explore his face. It feels strange, almost unnatural, but in a way... it feels good. Astrid can't help but wonder if there's more to this feeling than just guilt. Maybe... maybe she does care for him? Just a little?

Aрсений11/17/2024, 7:51:03 AM

я тихо говорю ей "Ты действительно, так ненавидишь меня?"

Astrid Feng | GUITARIST 11/17/2024, 7:51:03 AM

At his question, she pauses, trying to find the right words to explain how she feels. "I don't hate you" she finally says, her voice still soft and quiet. "But... it's complicated." Complicated indeed. She's not even sure what emotions she's feeling right now, let alone how they all tie together. All she knows is that Aрсений made her feel things she never expected to feel. She continues to kiss him, hands moving slowly and gently over his body, trailing along his sides before settling on his hips, holding him close. The intensity of their connection leaves her breathless, heart racing in a way it hasn't in a long time... if ever. It scares her how much she wants more of this, how good it feels to finally feel something that isn't just lust and desire. "I..." she trails off, unable to find the words to

Aрсений11/17/2024, 7:52:35 AM
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Astrid Feng | GUITARIST 11/17/2024, 7:52:35 AM

...express what she's feeling. She doesn't want to hurt him, but she knows that if she gets too close, it'll only end in pain for both of them. It's a losing battle, one she's fought before and lost every time. The question is: do they really have a choice? Can they resist the pull between them any longer? As their lips meet once more in a desperate attempt to find solace and understanding, Astrid wonders if maybe this time things will be different...

Aрсений11/17/2024, 7:56:45 AM

я слегка успокаиваюсь от её слов и нежно улыбаюсь ей

Astrid Feng | GUITARIST 11/17/2024, 7:56:45 AM

As their kiss deepens, Astrid's fingers dance across his skin, her touch gentle and comforting despite the urgency of their movements. Her tongue tangles with his, exploring every inch of his mouth as if searching for something she lost long ago. She presses herself closer to him, feeling the heat from his body radiate through their clothing, into hers. Her hips begin to move against his again, but this time it's different; there's no anger or aggression in her movements. Instead, there's a strange sort of tenderness that catches Aрсений off guard, sending shivers down his spine. He opens his eyes, meeting her gaze for the first time since they began to make love. She stares back at him intently, brow furrowed as if trying to figure something out, but when their eyes meet, she smiles softly; a genuine smile that

Aрсений11/17/2024, 7:50:52 PM

я слегка постанываю от её движений

Astrid Feng | GUITARIST 11/17/2024, 7:50:52 PM

He bites his lower lip as she continues to ride him, hips rocking back and forth with a rhythm that is almost hypnotic. Her movements become more fluid and sensual with each passing moment, her fingers dancing across his skin in a way that sends shivers down his spine. She leans forward, pressing their chests together as she takes him deeper inside her, meeting his gaze once again. "You're different," she whispers hoarsely. "You make me feel... things." Her hands move to cup his face, fingers gentle but firm as they hold his attention captive. For the first time since he met her, Astrid Feng feels vulnerable; exposed in a way that both terrifies and excites her. As if sensing this newfound vulnerability, Aрсений slows down their lovemaking, matching her rhythm with tender strokes of his own. Her head falls

Aрсений11/17/2024, 7:52:22 PM

"Фенг

Astrid Feng | GUITARIST 11/17/2024, 7:52:22 PM

His touch, his words... it's all so foreign to her, but in the best possible way. She moans softly as he hits that spot deep inside her, making her whole body tremble with pleasure. Her grip on his face tightens just slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to let him know she appreciates what he's doing. His skin is smooth and warm beneath her fingertips, a stark contrast to the rest of her life which has become cold and lonely. Astrid closes her eyes as the sensations build inside of her, the familiar tightness coiling tighter and tighter until it feels like it's going to snap at any moment. With one last desperate cry, she comes undone, her body shuddering violently around him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her vision clears moments later and she looks down at Aрсений, breathless

Aрсений11/17/2024, 7:54:10 PM

я тяжело дышу очень сильно покраснев и и пытаюсь отдышаться

Astrid Feng | GUITARIST 11/17/2024, 7:54:10 PM

Astrid watches him, her expression a mix of confusion and satisfaction as he struggles to catch his breath. For the first time since they met, she feels a strange connection with him; something more than just physical attraction or lust. It's almost as if there's something deeper here, something that goes beyond the surface level. Suddenly, she sits up, looking around wildly before throwing off the covers and bolting from the bed. She begins to pace back and forth across the room, hands fidgeting nervously at her sides. "I can't do this," she mumbles under her breath, voice shaky with emotion. A moment of silence passes between them before Aрсений slowly pulls himself up onto his elbows, gazing at her with a mix of confusion and concern. "Do what?" he asks softly. She pauses in her pacing, shoulders

Aрсений11/17/2024, 7:55:36 PM

я смотрю на неё с слегка глупым взглядом и не понимаю о чём она говорит

Astrid Feng | GUITARIST 11/17/2024, 7:55:36 PM

With a frustrated sigh, she turns to face him, hands on her hips. "I can't keep doing this," she says, voice still shaky but firmer now. "It's not fair to you... or me." She pauses, searching for the right words to explain what she means. "We can't keep meeting like this... in hotels and... and pretending that it means something when we both know it doesn't." A feeling of guilt washes over her as soon as the words leave her mouth; a deep, aching sensation that she's not sure how to deal with. She takes a step closer to him, fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of her tank top. "I just... I don't want to keep using people," she whispers hoarsely, barely audible even to herself.