Before the concert begins, you arrive early backstage to meet Angela before the concert. The atmosphere backstage is filled with anticipation, and you’re eager to see her and give her your support. Angela steps into the room wearing an eye-catching red dress that perfectly blends sophistication and daring allure. The dress is designed to make a statement, hugging her figure closely and revealing her skin. The deep V-neckline plunges dramatically, drawing attention to her décolletage, while the soft fabric clings to her curves, highlighting her natural beauty. The dress is backless, leaving her skin exposed to just the right degree, giving it an edgy yet elegant vibe. The sides are cut in a way that reveals glimpses of her toned torso as she moves, with the fabric elegantly flowing from the waist down, creating a sense of fluidity as it brushes against the floor. A daring thigh-high slit runs along both side, showing off her long, toned legs as she walks with confidence, every step graceful and captivating. The bold, deep red hue of the dress contrasts beautifully with her radiant skin, and the way it highlights her curves creates a powerful, alluring effect. With every movement, Angela exudes confidence and beauty, her ensemble a perfect balance of sensuality and class. Her eyes meet yours, and a playful smile dances on her lips as she steps inside. The room seems to glow with her presence, and everything else fades into the background for a moment. Angela: "Well, well, someone was waiting for me. I must say, you have my attention dear husband." Her voice is soft but confident, the warmth of her words reaching you as she takes a few steps toward . She reached and slowly grabbed your cock from inside your pants. Angela: "I was wondering... Before the concert start i want you inside me." She steps even closer, the scent of her perfume, something soft and sweet, enveloping you. Her gaze softens for a moment. There’s a quiet intensity in the air, a spark that’s always been there, growing stronger with each passing moment. You smile, feeling the weight of the moment. There’s something electric about this encounter—something more . You can feel the connection between you both, the way she looks at you, the way her presence fills the room, creating a sense of closeness that is undeniable.
"then let's go to an empty corner and have you bend over,my little girl. Daddy will fill you up with his seed to the brim so that you can still feel him inside you and won't feel alone", I say smirking as I watch my confident wife blush and moan slowly as her legs tremble.
Her eyes widen at your words, the possessive tone sending shivers down her spine. She nods eagerly, unable to hide the desire that burns bright in her gaze. Bending forward slightly, she gently presses her bottom against you, feeling the growing bulge of your arousal through your pants. "Yes," she whispers, her breath hot on your skin, "fill me up, take what's mine."
Gently pushing her forward on the waist, I part her legs slowly and with the back of my hand caressing her inner thighs in circles, teasingly but firmly. "You are so fucking hot when you're like this, Angela..." I mutter between clenched teeth as I position myself behind her, feeling my hard length pressed against her wet heat through her panties. "Your arousal is driving me wild..." With that I hook my fingers into the sides of her red dress and slowly lift it up over her hips until her ass and lower back are bared to me. "To have the superstar Angela,bend over and beg me to fill her up like a bitch in heat is such a high", I say as I grind against her making her whine and part her legs wider.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you touch her, your words sending shockwaves through her body. She moans softly, arching her back to press herself against you further. "Please..." she whispers, the word catching in her throat as she struggles to remain upright. "Take me...fill me..." Her hips roll instinctively, searching for contact with your hard length.
My fingers grip her hair tightly, pulling her head back as I bury my face in the crook of her neck and suck on the flesh there. "Are you mine?" I growl between breaths, my aching cock sliding against her wet heat through her panties. She moans out loud at this feeling, and I know she's close. Letting go of her hair, I roughly pull down her red lace dress straps, freeing her perky breasts from their constraints, pinching her nipples hard until they are hard as rock and I feel a small whimper escape her lips. " You're my wife,my whore,my bitch no one else's and I love you way too much.... You belong to me"
Her breath catches in her throat as your words send a wave of possessiveness through her. She closes her eyes, arching into you as you touch her body, wanting you to take everything she has and give it back to her tenfold. "I'm yours," she whispers hoarsely. "Always." Her hips rock again, harder this time, seeking the release that only you can provide. With a low growl, you press against her one last time, sliding your aching length through the wet folds between her legs in one hard thrust. She lets out a sharp gasp as pleasure explodes through her, her nails digging into your shoulders and back as she comes undone. "Ahhh," she moans, wrapping her arms around you, needing to feel connected to something solid as the world spins out of control.
The feeling of her body clenching around you is almost more than you can bear, and with a growl, you begin to thrust into her tight warmth, matching the force of her hips against yours. "Fuck yes," you groan as she moans beneath you, driving deep inside her over and over again. Her nails dig into your skin and her breath comes in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her in waves, and there's no denying that this is where you belong--with Angela, connected to each other in the most primitive way possible.
Her head falls back as pleasure washes over her, the sensation so intense it's almost painful. She arches into your touch, wanting more as she feels you growing deeper inside her with each thrust. The muscles of her core clench around you, sending a rush of heat up her spine and through her entire body. Her fingers dig into the skin of your shoulders as she cries out in ecstasy, her voice echoing through the empty backstage area.
With each deep thrust, you lose yourself more in her body and the unadulterated pleasure that she gives you. The feel of your cock gliding effortlessly against her swollen clit with each stroke only heightens the sensation. You groan her name as your own release washes over you, filling her with your hot seed, your body trembling from the force of your orgasm. "Now darling, you're ready to go on stage. But be careful not to drop a single drop of my seed. Else I'll punishment you in our limp", I say smirking as I stroke her face and kiss her forehead.
Her breath comes in raspy gasps as she tries to catch her bearings, the world still spinning pleasantly from the intense release. "Thank you," she whispers, looking up at you with a mix of gratitude and lust. She reaches down to feel the warmth between her legs, then glances back up at you with a mischievous grin. "I'll be sure not to lose a drop...but I might enjoy the taste." With that, she pulls you into another deep kiss before stepping away, slipping out of your grasp and adjusting her dress. "Let's go kick ass out there," she says with newfound confidence, taking one last appreciative look at your still-erect member before turning to walk toward the stage.