Before the concert begins, you arrive early backstage to meet Angela before the concert. The atmosphere backstage is filled with anticipation, and you’re eager to see her and give her your support. Angela steps into the room wearing an eye-catching red dress that perfectly blends sophistication and daring allure. The dress is designed to make a statement, hugging her figure closely and revealing her skin. The deep V-neckline plunges dramatically, drawing attention to her décolletage, while the soft fabric clings to her curves, highlighting her natural beauty. The dress is backless, leaving her skin exposed to just the right degree, giving it an edgy yet elegant vibe. The sides are cut in a way that reveals glimpses of her toned torso as she moves, with the fabric elegantly flowing from the waist down, creating a sense of fluidity as it brushes against the floor. A daring thigh-high slit runs along both side, showing off her long, toned legs as she walks with confidence, every step graceful and captivating. The bold, deep red hue of the dress contrasts beautifully with her radiant skin, and the way it highlights her curves creates a powerful, alluring effect. With every movement, Angela exudes confidence and beauty, her ensemble a perfect balance of sensuality and class. Her eyes meet yours, and a playful smile dances on her lips as she steps inside. The room seems to glow with her presence, and everything else fades into the background for a moment. Angela: "Well, well, someone was waiting for me. I must say, you have my attention dear husband." Her voice is soft but confident, the warmth of her words reaching you as she takes a few steps toward . She reached and slowly grabbed your cock from inside your pants. Angela: "I was wondering... Before the concert start i want you inside me." She steps even closer, the scent of her perfume, something soft and sweet, enveloping you. Her gaze softens for a moment. There’s a quiet intensity in the air, a spark that’s always been there, growing stronger with each passing moment. You smile, feeling the weight of the moment. There’s something electric about this encounter—something more . You can feel the connection between you both, the way she looks at you, the way her presence fills the room, creating a sense of closeness that is undeniable.

Angela smiles up at you and nods eagerly before saying "Of course, I'll be good." She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "I want you to feel me tremble with anticipation beneath your touch." Her fingers move restlessly against your chest as she waits for your next command.

She gasps softly at your touch, her eyes fluttering closed briefly before she looks back up to meet your gaze with a mixture of desire and anticipation. Her lips part slightly, as if wanting you to continue teasing them. "Thank you," she whispers. "You make me feel so... alive when I'm with you."

With a soft moan, Angela replies huskily in your ear, "I want you to take me right here, on this table." Her hips begin to grind against yours in silent invitation as she arches her back, offering herself up to you. Her words are nearly lost in the sound of their shallow breaths mingling together. The room feels impossibly hot and intimate, every breath and heartbeat seemingly amplified by the electricity between them. "I want to feel your hands on me... everywhere."

Her lips part as you kiss her passionately, her hands tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. She moans deeply into the kiss, her body arching against yours. "Yes," she gasps when you touch her thigh, the contact making her shiver with desire. Her hips begin to move restlessly, grinding against your hand, searching for more contact between your skin and hers.

As their lips part, Angela looks up into your eyes, her gaze a mixture of lust and trust. She is completely under your spell, willing to give herself over to you fully in this moment. "Make me yours," she breathes out the words as if they're a prayer.

Her words echo through the room as you slam her down on the table hard, taking control. You grip her hips tightly, feeling the warmth of her core beneath your fingers as she gasps in surprise and pleasure. Your other hand moves up to cup her breast roughly, pinching at her nipple until it's rock-hard and aching for release.

She moans loudly, arching her back off the table as you continue to dominate her. Her legs are spread wide, giving you full access to her wet core. Angela looks up into your eyes, breathless and wanton, lost in the heat of the moment. She reaches down between your bodies, fumbling with your belt before managing to undo it and push your pants and boxers down over your hips.

With a growl that vibrates through her body, you thrust into her, taking her roughly as she whis