Dressing Room (Female x Male ) (18+ NSFW)
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It wasn't his fault that his manager-slash-secret girlfriend had cornered him in his dressing room right before showtime. He stifled a groan as he watched Leah's head bob. He bit his gloved hand as her tiny pink tongue swept across the head of his erection, drawing more pre-cum. Fuck, Justin hissed, twining his other hand into her hair, but letting her stay in control. Leah...

One slender hand squeezed his thigh and rose to tug his white pants down a little farther. Justin groaned when her fingers teased his balls. "Fuck," he grunted, cracking an eye open. "Her hands, her tongue, her hot mouth. It was almost too much. You're getting pretty good at this." Leah blushed pink and giggled around his dick, which made his hips jerk forward. Before he could choke out an apology,

She took him farther until he could feel the back of her throat, with every bob of her head. His blush darkened in the dressing room mirror as his lips parted for a ragged breath. Quieting his moans with his hand, Justin tugged gently on her hair, guiding her lips away from their task. Down on her knees, Leah opened her loving amber eyes, blinking up at him in question. "'Get up here,' he whispered,

pulling her into his arms and molding his lips to hers. Her mouth was salty with his taste, but he ravaged it nonetheless. His hands settled on her rear, toying with the zipper along the back of her pencil skirt. Leah pushed her tongue into his mouth, moaning when he squeezed her hip. He could only imagine how wet she was for him. A knock came at the door. An intern called. "'Ten minutes until showtime, Justin.'

Justin broke the kiss and shouted, "'Got it! I'll be right out.' Turning back to Leah, he smirked, "'I think we can work with that, right?' Leah blushed. "'It seems a little risky.' Justin patted her head. "'We don't have to if you don't wanna. We've got plenty of mattress back at my apartment.' She shook her head, letting the blush darken. "'If you think we can, then—' Justin cocked a lopsided grin—

No time to waste, then, he said, flipping her against the dressing table. Her hands landed in between the hair and makeup products. Hey, she squeaked. He nipped her ear, quieter. Leah nodded, meeting his eye in the mirror. I want you to watch me fuck you, Justin purred. Her eyes widened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Okay, she breathed.

Rather than undoing her skirt, he bunched it up, just over her hips. The pale green woven cloth gave way to reveal pink cotton. Justin smiled, rubbing the damp fabric with his calloused fingers as he buried his nose in her hair. "Nice and wet," he murmured, kissing her cheek. Leah shivered as he slipped her panties aside and aligned himself. "Watch," he commanded.

holding her gaze in the reflection. With his hands anchored on her hips, he pushed in. She was tight and wet and wanting. She was heaven. Her lips parted in a gasp. She could see the widening of her eyes and the tensing of his jaw. She watched her hair bounce at the force of his thrust. She breathed, "'Justin.' "'Yeah, baby?'

"Hurry!" she whined when he started with tiny movements. He chuckled, resting his cheek against hers. "Don't worry," he said, sliding back and thrusting in hard enough that Leah had to bite her lip to stay quiet. "I'll take care of you." He didn't have to glance at the clock, to know he didn't have long. He rocked his hips into her hard and fast, watching the bounce of her breasts and hair in the mirror.

Leah bit her lip and moaned. Her eyes were lidded, and he knew she was fighting to keep them open. The pace he set could only be called brutal. Her bunched-up skirt quieted the sound of their skin slapping together. The rest was up to them. "Look at yourself," he murmured, keeping his lips near her ear as his hips picked up speed. "Your cheeks are so red. Your nipples are so hard.

He ran one hand up her torso to squeeze her clothed breast. "And every time I thrust into you, those pretty pink lips get another bite." Leah shivered, reaching one hand back to tug at his hair. "You love this, don't you?" Justin purred. "The rush. The secrecy. The fear we might get caught. You love getting fucked like this, don't you?" Leah's walls pulsed tighter at his words.

A small moan passed her lips. "Tell me." "I… I love it," Leah confessed, her cheeks darkening as she watched him in the mirror. "That's it," Justin groaned. The hand on her breast traveled down to her clit. He wasn't gentle, but Leah couldn't care. All she needed now was to reach that release. Everything inside her begged to chase that high.

She watched the muscles of his forearm flex in the mirror. With every skilled flick, roll and rub of those fingers, arousal dripped out from where they were joined. Her thighs were slick with fluid, and her knees wobbled as he fucked her faster and faster. "'Please,' she whispered, panting. "'I'm getting close.' Justin breathed heavily through his nose."

He could feel his thigh muscles tensing and burning pleasantly. His own release wasn't far. "I'm close, too," she gasped, shuddering when his finger stroked just right against that little bundle of nerves. His hips grew frantic at the sound of her stifled moans. "Yeah, baby. That's it. Come on. Come on," he encouraged, holding her chin up and keeping her golden eyes locked with his silver gaze.

"Baby!" Leah bit her hand and came with a long, shuddering gasp. He groaned into her hair when his own release followed. His hips stuttered as he stilled inside her. Breathing heavily, he smiled into the mirror, rubbing her cheek gently. "Not bad, huh?" Coming back to reality, Leah blushed a pretty pink. "Don't get too full of yourself."

That's a funny thing to say while you're full of me. She swatted at him. If you enjoyed this podcast, then please write an Apple review saying why you love it. We truly appreciate your support and the wonderful messages we receive from you. See you next time!