In the hotel suite with Beyonce

The memory of my encounter with Beyonce was still fresh in my mind even if few months had passed. Every time I thought about how lucky I was, I started to get a boner and I had to masturbate thinking about her sucking my dick or about her asking me to fuck her ass hard. I started to dream about her every night and every morning I prayed she contacted me like she said for a concert ticket and to meet up. With the time passing by I started to lose hope but still counted me lucky for having had sex with her, a thing not many could say. It was already summer when I realized I would probabily never see her again, let alone fuck her. But then one morning after waking up pretty soon, I found a text from an unknown number saying: “Still want a ticket to my concert and a pass to my dressing room?” From…

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