
I was SO excited. My besties and I were here at the Arena to see The Weeknd and Daft Punk perform live! The stadium floor was packed with people, everyone dancing with everyone else as we jammed to the totally dope tunes. Someone dancing behind me palmed my hips in large, warm hands as we moved together to the beat.
From his heady masculine scent and the sensation of a telltale hardness brushing against my round, barely legal ass, it was obvious that the person touching me was male, but the crowd was too close to allow me to turn around. As the band blasted into “Starboy,” his hands slid up my body to cup my firm tits, slipping up beneath my concert tee to thumb my tingling nipples.
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