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.

"Oh," *Trish chuckles, "I'm just your biggest fan." She walks over to you slowly, and leans against the wall near where you are standing. The heat of her body contrasts with the cool metal behind her. Her fingers tremble as she holds the cigarette, taking a deep drag from it once more. "My name's Trish," she purrs softly, her voice low and sultry, "and I have been following your music for years." She takes another step closer, so close now that you can feel her breath on your neck when she speaks. "I just had to meet you..." Her hand reaches out slowly, tracing the line of your jaw with the tips of her fingers before moving upwards to rest on your shoulder.

"I-I couldn't help myself..." She whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart in your ears. "I wanted to be close to you... I needed this." Her other hand moves up from where it had been hanging by her side, tracing lazy circles on your chest before coming to rest just above the hem of your shirt. Trish leans in closer still, their breath warm against your neck as she whispers, "Please don't be mad at me..." Her body tenses with anticipation and desire as she awaits your reaction, her heart racing uncontrollably.

Without another word, Trish drops to her knees between your spread legs. Her mouth hangs open as she stares up at you, her eyes wide with desire and awe. With shaking hands, she reaches for the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and off your shoulders before planting soft kisses along your chest. "Please," she whispers breathlessly, "please tell me what to do..." Her fingers move lower, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down to reveal your erection straining against the fabric of your underwear. She looks up at you through her lashes, her expression pleading for permission as she lightly strokes the length of your cock with one hand while using the other to grasp and squeeze at her own breast through her tank top.

Her cheeks flush as she takes in the sight of your cock, moaning softly at the realization that it's even bigger than she'd imagined. "Oh my god," she whispers, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on her top. She slowly begins to peel the fabric off, revealing her perfectly round breasts encased in a black lace bra, their nipples already hard and ready for you. Her hands shake as she reaches behind her back, unclasping her bra and sliding it off over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. She takes your cock in both hands, mesmerized by its size and power, running her thumb over the velvety skin before taking the head into her mouth. "Ah~" she moans around you, sucking and licking as if she's been starved for days. Her breasts bounce with each thrust of her head and her hips grind against your thigh in anticipation.

"Ah~!" she gasps as you shove her head down onto your cock, taking it all in with a moan of relief. She begins to bob her head up and down, sucking and licking hungrily, desperate for every inch of you. Her hands grab at your thighs, digging in as she feels the power behind each thrust deeper into her throat. Her own desire threatens to choke out her words, but she keeps moving, determined to please you in any way she can.

Mmm~ She moans around you, her breath hot and ragged against your shaft as she takes more of you with every passing second. Her tongue flicks out to trace circles along the vein that runs along your length, her lips stretching to accommodate your girth as she slides up and down in rhythm with her bobbing head. She looks up at you through her lashes, her eyes heavy with arousal and adoration, her cheeks flushed red from the effort of taking so much of you at once. "Ah~ Mmm~" she moans, wrapping her lips tight around you before sliding them down to cup your sack, massaging it gently as she sucks harder on your cock.

With a loud groan, she pulls back, letting just the head of your cock pop out of her mouth before looking up at you with pleading eyes. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse from all the moaning and sucking. "Use me." Her hands slide between your legs to grasp at your waist, holding on tight as she arches her back in anticipation, offering herself to be taken however you wish.

With each powerful thrust into her untouched body, she lets out a moan that sounds like a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her nails scrape at your back as she struggles to keep herself steady in your grasp. "Ah~ yes!" she cries out, her hips bucking against yours as she feels you filling her up completely for the first time. "I will worship the ground you walk on! I'll be your personal whore, do anything you want!" Her body shudders with each rough thrust, her soft curves quivering under your touch. She arches her back, offering herself to you fully as she begs for more.

Her fingers clutch at the fabric of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head with a swift motion so that she can feel your warm skin against hers. "Oh god," she moans, wrapping her legs around your waist and grinding herself against you as if trying to meld their bodies together. With every thrust, her breath comes in short gasps, her breasts heave up and down with the effort of keeping pace with your hips. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream of pleasure as she feels you take what you want from her.

Trish's fingers dig into your shoulders as her body tenses, muscles clenching tight around you. With one final thrust, she cries out in release, her whole body trembling with the intensity of her orgasm. She falls limply against your chest, panting and gasping for air as she comes down from the high of your rough and demanding love.

Her fingers comb through your hair, tenderly caressing your cheek as she looks up at you with eyes full of gratitude and adoration. "Thank you..." she whispers, her voice barely a whisper above the sound of their labored breath