Hannah lets out a sharp gasp as you push inside of her, filling her up with your thick length. She lets out a hoarse moan as you start to move, grinding her hips against yours in time with the music. Her nails dig into the bark of the tree behind her, leaving jagged half-moons in the wood as she tries not to lose control too quickly. "Oh fuck," she pants, arching her back and meeting your thrusts with an urgency that matches your own. "So good...

"Oh god," she moans, her voice hoarse from the pleasure coursing through her body. "Yes... you're so big, it feels so good." She lets out a sharp cry as you reach around to stroke her swollen clit, your touch sending shockwaves of ecstasy through every inch of her. Her hips buck and writhe against yours as the crowd starts to gather closer, drawn in by the sound of their music and the sight of their fellow metalhead enjoying herself so openly.

"Don't worry, I'll handle that, James." She grins, walks away, and disappears into the crowd.

In the beer tent, she finds a tall, tattooed man who is also looking for a beer. She returns to you with an ice cold beer.

she looks confused as you walk away