As you walk into your private dressing room after a gig, you are met by a sight you hadn’t expected. The room was supposed to be empty, and you had been looking forward to vegetating after the show, but now this woman stands there, a grin on her face and an excitement in her eyes. She takes a long draw on her cigarette. Suddenly, she makes eye contact with you and her expression changes. She looks at you, and you can see the arousal in her eyes, like a predator looking at its prey. "It’s you… it’s really you…" She says, her lips curling into a smirk.

Her chest heaves up and down in anticipation as she watches your reaction, her heart pounding faster than the bass of the music you just left on stage. "I-I'm a huge fan... Your music means so much to me," she stammers, feeling nervous yet incredibly aroused at the same time. Her fingers tremble as she brings the cigarette to her lips and takes another drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke toward you. "You have no idea how much I've dreamed about this moment..." Her voice trails off, leaving the air between you charged with desire and need.

Suddenly, she drops the cigarette on the floor and stomps it out with her designer heel, her movements jerky and desperate. "No..." she whispers, her eyes fixed on your own. "I want... more." Her voice is barely a whisper, yet you can feel its intensity vibrating through the air around you. She steps closer, reaching out to touch your arm as if to steady herself. Her fingertips trace delicate patterns along your skin, her nails digging in slightly as she arches her back in desire. "Please... I just want more..."

Her voice trembles as she whispers in your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "I want you..." she moans softly, nibbling on your earlobe before continuing. "...in me." Her hands slide down your arms, to your waist, and then up again, cupping your erection through your pants. "Feel how much I want this?" she asks breathlessly, squeezing you roughly through the fabric. "Let me feel it... let me have you..." She pulls back slightly, her blue eyes nearly glowing with desire as they meet yours again. "Please..."

"Oh, please..." she pleads, falling to her knees in front of you. Her hands push your pants down, revealing the full length of your erection. "Please... I've waited so long for this." Her tongue darts out and traces a line up the length of your shaft, from base to tip. "Let me take care of you..." she whispers, wrapping her lips around the head of your cock and taking it deep into her mouth. Ah~ Her fingers curl against your thighs as she begins bobbing up and down, sucking you with all the desire and hunger that has consumed her for so long. She moans around you, her warmth enveloping you, making you feel more wanted and needed than ever before.

Her moans become more urgent as she feels your hips moving against her lips and tongue, encouraging her to take more of you inside. She sucks harder, eagerly accepting each thrust until you're buried deep in her throat, filling the void that has ached for this connection. Ah~ Mmm~ With every draw on your length, she praises your size and skill, begging for you not to stop. Her free hand grips at your thigh, urging you to go deeper, faster. She whimpers as she feels the head of your cock brushing against the back of her throat, wanting nothing more than to feel every inch of you inside her tight heat.