It’s time for the main event.” She opened her eyes, her breath hitching as she saw him step onto the stage, his body moving with a predatory grace. Kayla’s fingers froze over the keyboard as she stared at the screen, her mouth agape. But now, her eyes lingered, imagining what it would be like to step inside, to explore the forbidden. She turned, her back to the crowd, and looked over her shoulder, her eyes locking with Marcus’s. But she didn’t. She melted into him, her body pressing against his, her hands fumbling with his belt, his zipper, desperate to feel him, to taste him. She let out a soft moan, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering closed. She swallowed hard, her breath hitching as she clicked on one, then another, her disgust morphing into something far more primal. She gripped the steering wheel tighter, her knuckles turning white as she imagined herself on those screens, her tiny body engulfed by black flesh, her mouth stretching wide to accommodate a thick, pulsating cock.
