B Street Booty Call

Hello and welcome to the 2020 Blogging from A to Z April Challenge! I’ll be writing one new meet-cute per day as part of my “Sacramento Love” theme. Read along as couples find themselves falling for folks in lucky locations across California’s capital city. In this time of social distancing, there’s no need to fear a little fictional fun, so get your romance fix here and enjoy!

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Carlotta and Frederico were due onstage in approximately five minutes, and Frederico was about to cum. Carlotta had been teasing him all week during dress rehearsals about how much she wanted to ride his bologna pony and now, finally, he was inside her, pounding to the beat of a techno remix version of “Closer” as she moaned into the couch cushions. He wasn’t sure how this would affect their performance, but the show was a mess anyway, so he figured they might as well enjoy themselves.

“Oh my god, I’m almost there,” she groaned into the sofa where dozens of fellow thespians had experienced similar pleasures.

Spurred onward by this admission, as well as the “five minutes!” curtain call hissed seconds later by the stagehand that had been searching for the pair, Frederico increased his tempo, silently chanting the lyrics to himself and spiraling down into orgasmic bliss as he felt Carlotta’s cunt clamp down on his cock.

They rode the wave together, her ass pushing back against his pelvis, his hips grinding a final jig before they came to a halt.

“You’re on!” the stagehand shouted, as they both hurriedly pulled their costumes back on.

The critic in the audience noted the extra zeal with which each delivered their singular lines that night, highlighting them as “rising stars” in his review.

Don’t miss a magical moment!

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