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You being so desperate for his cock after Slipknot's concert.

“Babe,” he'd chuckle “Let me shower first. I'm all sweaty and disgusting..”

“I don't care, I need you now.”

And you'd get down on your knees and rub your face against his bulge.

He'd grip your hair in his painted hand in a lazy attempt to pull you off.

“Sweetheart, you need to—” and you'd cut him off when you press your mouth to his fabric covered cock, swiping your tongue over it until it's damp.

His head would fall back against the wall and he'd let out a throaty groan.

“Please, can I have it?” you'd say with pleading eyes and a pout.

He'd release a ragged breath and fumble with the zipper on his coveralls, pushing the material to his thighs.

You'd get out his cock, licking up a path – starting from his balls to his head.

The musk doesn't bother you, it only makes you go feral.

You'd moan around him, looking up at him – those heavy lidded eyes behind the mask gazing down at you

“God, you're so fucking filthy. Couldn't even wait, could you, slut?”

And when you try to pull off to respond, he'd shove you back down, deeper, with both hands on the back of your head.

“Did I say you could speak?”

You'd shake your head, a whine pulling from your throat at the way he's treating you. Maybe he wants this just as much as you, maybe even more. Maybe he likes it when you're gross for him.