Annabelle said as she climbed the stairs to the backstage area of Body Scenes. Her stomach was a tangled mess of nerves and exhilaration. Admittedly, the snapping and popping inside her was invigorating, making her feel super-charged. The energy buzzing through her body kept her in a constant state of arousal. Along with thoughts of three pairs of hands and lips on her body. Three cocks pleasuring her. Three male voices mingling with hers as they all reached a shattering climax. She’d fantasized about this as Eric had fucked her twice more before they’d drifted off to sleep. “I’ve got to tell you,” Yvette said. “You shocked the shit out of me when you said yes. Kudos to you, girlfriend. Ku-dos!” They located the area sectioned off for Finn and Annabelle’s stomach fluttered. The sexy artist grinned at her and said, “Hair in a bun at the nape of your neck, just as I instructed. Are you also clean-shaven?” “Not a pube to be found,” she admitted. Annabelle hadn’t been bare down there since she was a pre-teen.
