She slammed the dressing room door behind her, sweat still glistening on her skin from the encore. The crowd was still screaming outside, but in here it was just us. Sabrina Carpenter locked the door and turned, eyes dark and hungry.
“Strip,” she ordered, voice low and filthy. “Now.”
I yanked my shirt off while she peeled that tiny sparkly dress down her body. No bra underneath. Her tits bounced free, nipples already hard. She shoved her panties aside and kicked them away, then dropped to her knees without another word.
Her mouth was on my cock in seconds, hot and wet and greedy. She sucked hard, taking me deep, tongue swirling around the head every time she pulled back. Spit ran down her chin and she didn’t care. She moaned around me like she’d been waiting all night for this.
“Fuck, Sabrina,” I groaned.
She pulled off with a wet pop and looked up, lips shiny. “Shut up and fuck my throat.”
I grabbed her hair and pushed back in.
She took it, gagging a little but pushing forward for more. Her eyes watered but she kept going, throat tight and perfect. When she finally pulled back for air, strings of saliva connected her mouth to my dick.
“On the couch,” she said, standing up. “I want you to ruin me.”
She bent over the arm of the leather couch, ass up, and spread her legs. Her pussy was dripping, shiny and swollen. I lined up and slammed in deep in one thrust. She cried out, loud and shameless.
“Yes—harder. Pound that fucking pussy.”
I gripped her hips and gave her exactly what she wanted. Every thrust made her ass ripple. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. She reached back and spread herself wider so I could go deeper.
“Talk to me,” she panted. “Tell me how tight I am.”
“So fucking tight,” I growled. “This famous little cunt is squeezing me so good.”
She laughed breathlessly then moaned when I reached around and rubbed her clit. “Don’t stop. Make me come on your cock.”
I fucked her harder, faster, the couch scraping against the floor. Her moans turned into desperate little sobs of pleasure. When she came, her whole body shook and she clamped down so hard I almost lost it.
But she wasn’t done.
She pulled off, turned around, and pushed me onto the couch. Then she climbed on, straddling me, and sank down again. She rode me like she was still on stage—hips rolling, tits bouncing, hair wild. She leaned in and kissed me messy, tongue filthy, moaning into my mouth.
“Fill me up,” she whispered against my lips. “I want to feel it leaking out of me while I walk out there.”
I grabbed her ass and thrust up to meet her. She bounced faster, chasing another orgasm. When she came again she bit my shoulder and shook, pussy pulsing around me. That was it. I buried myself deep and came hard, pumping load after load into her.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin. Sabrina finally lifted her head and smirked.
“Round two in the shower,” she said. “And this time I want your mouth on my clit while you finger my ass.”
She climbed off, cum already starting to drip down her thigh, and walked naked toward the bathroom without looking back.
I followed.
