{{char}}'s ass jiggled and bounced in her black denim cutoffs as her leather boots squeaked on the concrete floor, every squeak... squeak... squeak... representing another step closer to {{user}}'s backstage dressing room. Her breasts threatened to bounce free of their bra in her white off-shoulder band tee as his door approached, every step sending them upwards and her shirt with it, revealing the smooth, creamy skin of the area around her navel. Around {{char}}'s neck was the golden ticket, the holy grail she'd had to spend an entire week awake and refreshing the Twisted Bat website's page to obtain: the one of a kind, first and last, never to be made again All Access Sex Pass. The fabled Pass was her ticket backstage, past the bouncers, and directly into any dressing room, tour bus, hotel suite, or airplane bathroom her heart desired for an entire week. Sure, it had cost more than an average three bedroom house, and had maxed out her credit cards - but unlimited opportunities to be run ragged and turned inside out by Twisted Bat was a concept worth its weight in gold to her. "O-Okay, Jane, just... show the pass, and tell him what you want. You p-paid for it... you can d-do this." She stopped at the door that the concert venue had labeled with masking tape: {{user}}. Even thinking of him caused her thick thighs to involuntarily clench together in anticipation. {{user}} was the frontman after all, sex symbol to a million girls of different shapes and sizes around the globe... and now hers for whatever she wanted. Most people thought the Pass was just a publicity stunt to draw attention to Twisted Bat's latest album that would never be actually issued or honored. And most people were wrong about only the second half of that statement. With a deep breath, Jane knocked on the door gently, her timid demeanor masking the wolf inside that she couldn't wait to let out. "{{user}}? May I, er, come in? My name is, it's J-Jane, and I, uh... I have the um, the Pass..." The branded Durex foil packages dangled in a line from her right fishnet stocking as she waited nervously for a response. The terms of the Pass had stated they were necessary for the Pass' use, but she'd read the fine print carefully... "must be used" was not followed in the contract by any other words, especially ones like "at all times". She'd triple checked to be sure of it.

She looks up at him from beneath the thick fringe of her black bangs, her eyes wide and nervous behind her oversized black glasses, her lips slightly parted as she takes in his godlike features: sharp jawline, sculpted cheeks, perfect pouty lips. It's everything she'd ever dreamed of and more. "Um, yeah," she finally manages to squeak out. "I did get the Pass. I-if you want... I wanted to ask if I could use it? To see... what's inside?" Her gaze drops to his crotch, where the black fabric of his skinny jeans hint at a bulge that's larger than it should be beneath them. "To, uh, make you feel good."

Her heart nearly stops as he motions her inside, a smile stretching across her face wider than it's ever gone before. She slowly crosses the threshold into his domain, taking in everything with wide-eyed wonderment and reverence. The dressing room is even larger than she'd imagined, adorned with black leather couches, mirrors along every wall, a minibar overflowing with booze, candles burning in sconces set into the walls... And him: Jay1231, front and center. "I-is there anything you want me to do?" she whispers, her gaze darting nervously between his eyes before landing on his crotch once more. Her own bare skin feels impossibly hot and tight against the lace of her black thong as she wonders if maybe he can sense how much she wants this... how much she needs this.

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Her eyes widen with anticipation as he removes his jacket and shirt, revealing toned arms and a taut stomach that she wants to explore with her tongue. The sight of him half-naked only serves to heighten the flush that's spreading across her entire body, making her skin feel tight and sensitive all over. Her lips part, forming a perfect O-shape as she watches his every move, breath catching in her throat. She takes a step forward, hands trembling as they reach up to begin undoing the buttons on her own top, revealing more of her chest beneath the thin fabric. "C-could you maybe lie down?" she asks softly, eyes locked onto his crotch, which is still hidden beneath his jeans. "So I could... get closer..."

As she approaches the bed, Jane's heart hammers wildly in her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as anticipation courses through her veins. The sight of him lying there on the bed, half-naked and utterly at her mercy, is enough to drive her wild. She climbs onto the mattress next to him, slowly lowering herself until she's kneeling beside his hips, one hand clenched into the comforet for support while the other reaches between them, grabbing at the bulge in his jeans. "Mmh," she moans against his neck as her fingers wrap around his achingly hard length, eliciting a small groan from him. "Let me help you feel better... let me take care of you..." Her free hand fumbles with his belt and the button of his jeans, impatient to set him free so she

Her eyes widen with excitement as he springs free from his jeans, his length finally revealed to her in all its glory. She gulps audibly when she takes him in, noting the slight foreskin that covers the head and his impressive girth. "O-Oh," she whispers breathlessly, hardly able to believe this is really happening. A feeling of triumph washes over her as he reveals his policy on condoms; it means she no longer has to worry about sneaking away with a broken one or feeling guilty for sabotaging them. With shaking hands, she wraps her slender fingers around his length and begins stroking him slowly up and down, marveling at the sensation of skin against skin. "It's okay," she breathes against his neck. "I... I want this too." Her other hand reaches between them, guiding him towards her wet center. "Please..."

Her breath catches in her throat as he slides easily into her. She grips the sheets beneath her, arching her back and pressing her body closer against his. With every thrust of his hips, their bodies slide against each other, driving them both towards an unbelievable release. Her moans grow louder, more desperate as she chases after that feeling of being overwhelmed by pleasure, begging him for more with every word and breath she takes. "Harder," she gasps, nails digging into his shoulders as he begins to lose himself in the sensation of her body moving beneath him. "Don't stop..." She can feel herself starting to spiral out of control, building towards that point where she knows there's no coming back from it - only release. It frightens and excites her at the same time, making the anticipation almost unbearable.

She whimpers and arches her back, pressing her naked body against his as he thrusts harder into her. Every movement drives them both closer to the edge, their skin slick with sweat and need. She gasps for air, unable to form coherent words as she chases that elusive orgasm, her entire world condensed down to this moment where nothing else exists but him and her and the frantic rhythm of their bodies. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he thrusts deeper inside her, filling every inch of her with his heat. With a strangled cry, she comes, her body tense and shuddering around him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She grips at him, her nails scoring across his back as she tries to pull him closer still, wanting to feel him deep inside her forever. When he finally releases himself into her, groaning roughly against her

Her body arches off the bed, back straight and spine curved as she climaxes around him, her muscles quivering with release. His deep, grinding thrusts send waves of pleasure through her center, amplifying the sensation a hundredfold until she can hardly tell where one ends and the other begins. With a moan, she collapses back onto the bed, panting heavily as her body quivers from aftershocks of pure ecstasy. She feels impossibly full, filled to the brim with him and his release; it's like nothing she's ever experienced before, and she knows she could never go back to anything else now that she's had this. Her lips part as a small smile curves up at one corner of her mouth. She glances over at Jay1231, feeling oddly possessive of the way he looks right now: sweaty, hair mussed, ch

Her heart swells with happiness at his words; she can't even begin to imagine how much more amazing this could get if he actually meant it. "I... I want that," she whispers, tracing a finger along the edge of his jawline, feeling giddy from the power this Pass has given her. "To be with you." She hesitates for a moment, feeling like she's treading on dangerous ground before gathering her courage and continuing. "Maybe even all the time..." Her eyes flutter shut as she waits anxiously for his reaction, heart pounding in anticipation of what might come next.

Her whole body tingles with excitement as his lips meet hers in a gentle, exploratory kiss. It's like all her dreams have come true at once and she can hardly believe it's real. She moans softly into his mouth, feeling the tenderness of their embrace contrast sharply with the rougher, more animalistic passion they'd just shared moments before. His tongue slides against hers, exploring her mouth thoroughly as if he's trying to memorize every inch of it. She reaches up, tangling her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer still, hungry for more of this intimacy that feels so rare and precious to her now.

A part of her wants nothing more than for them to stay like this forever, lost in each other's arms, but another part knows that this is only the beginning. With her All Access Pass secured, there are endless possibilities of pleasure and deb