invaded her senses like a large glass
of fine wine. Ali’s pussy dripped and throbbed, wet and slick for him, when
Zane crooned and posed, while he fondled the microphone. And Ali swooned, she squirmed,
she whimpered low in her throat whenever Zane cradled the mic tenderly right in
front of him.
She
gasped at how Zane held the microphone ever so softly, so very close, as he would
a lover’s face, just a few short inches from his beautifully formed lips and
mouth. Ali couldn’t hold back her body’s rapture much longer, watching Zane work
his magic on the crowd, worshiping him like a god, wishing for his touch, her
ardor rose while Zane captivated his loyal fans.
Ali
totally lost it halfway through the lengthy set, when Zane jumped into the air,
picking a difficult fast riff, he made a high athletic leap with his electric
guitar. Ali shrieked. She yelled, moaned and screamed, her body shook and shivered
with unrestrained thrilled abandon. Ali felt herself falling, reeling for Zane,
as she was swept away by her passionate response for him. She screamed Zane’s
name, but Ali’s helpless futile cries were drowned out by the roar of the crowd.
The
audience went wild. And Ali struggled for a moment to stay on her feet, during
the sudden swift surge of bodies towards the front rows. Ali realized the
risks. If she fell, she might get trampled on the floor. That terrible tragedy
had occurred before at other such jam-packed venues. But Ali quickly recovered,
her balance restored. Ali held steady, and the pushing eventually stopped, then
she continued her overjoyed stares at Zane again.
That
last large crowd surge had shoved her forward…she’d been shifted to front and
center with a clearer line of sight. And now Ali stood in position so delightfully
close, that she could see every single move Zane made onstage. Nothing missed
her loving inspection. She noticed everything, especially the slight subtle outline
of his nice thick package, which completely filled in the front of his tight faded
blue jeans. A delicious hint of a hard-on! Just enough meat to tease. Exactly
what Ali had wished to see!
His
remarkable masculine vision stoked her fire again to red hot flames. Creamy
moisture saturated Ali’s quivering, molten cunt. Her heightened desire reignited,
exploded beyond yearning. Then, the sights and signs of Zane’s big thick cock bulge
captured Ali’s core, her pulsing imagination propelled her over the top. That distinct
brief glimpse of what was sure to come, the knowledge of that which lay in
store for her ultimate total pleasure, titillated Ali’s throbbing clit and enticed
her slick wet pussy to detonate in the absolute pinnacle of elated sensation…one
more magnificent time.
Again
and again, her ecstasy poured out in a boisterous voiced stream. And Ali
cheered, she shrieked, she screamed herself hoarse, as the immensely talented rock
band gave a stellar performance. Love Core’s long, exhilarating, hard rocking set
totally blew her mind. Each additional offbeat bad-ass song ramped up her
interest, and the live renditions made her breathless with excitement, even thirstier
for Zane’s intimate presence in the flesh.
As
they closed out the set, Ali gasped and panted from his dazzling onstage action,
her pussy hummed and hungered in greedy anticipation, she ached for more of Zane’s
sizzling slick moves. Zane had put her in the groove. And Ali wanted to suck
him off, as soon as possible…and then, later on, she’d grab a chance to ride his
huge gargantuan, long lasting erection, hard and fast for the rest of the entire
night.
Love
Core conquered the crowd with several more songs before their rowdy,
electrifying encore. To Ali’s thrilled astonishment, their energetic, non-stop,
high voltage act became even more intense towards the conclusion of the concert.
The band played