Wild Girl

"Please, babe, don't push forward anymore. I can't take it."

At the concert, the crowd was surging. I deliberately pressed against the young girl in front of me.

She was wearing a sexy pleated skirt. I lifted it and pressed myself against her.

The worst part was, her panties were thin.

Her full, fleshy butt instantly drove me wild.

Even more absurdly, she seemed to be reacting to my pressure.

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My name is Ethan Sullivan. I’d always heard that concerts were full of young girls, and they were all very open.

Seeking excitement, I specifically bought a ticket to a celebrity’s concert to see for myself.

Arriving at the concert venue, it was indeed a sea of people.

At a glance, all I could see were young girls dressed provocatively, around twenty years old, each dressed to impress.

Usually, they were icy goddesses, slow-to-warm-up girlfriends.

But at the sight of the celebrity, they all acted like hens in heat, shrieking like chickens.

They stood on tiptoe, stretching their necks, not caring if they might expose themselves, just hoping the star would glance their way.

Someone even shouted, "Babe! Over here!"

I followed the voice. The one who shouted was a beauty in a pleated skirt, wearing an ultra-short skirt.

When she stood on tiptoe, you could see her thin white panties.

This kind of woman clearly had strong desires.

I pushed through the crowded crowd and stood behind her.

She seemed completely immersed in the music, her body swaying to the rhythm, her skirt constantly swaying.

My heart raced, my palms sweated, but I didn’t dare make a move.

The atmosphere was crazy, the crowd surging.

I was pushed from behind, pressing tightly against her back.

Her attention was completely captured by the star on stage, not noticing anyone behind her.

The concert was crowded anyway; some physical contact was normal.

Even as I pressed against her back, she didn’t mind at all.

My courage grew gradually. I simply leaned into her body, feeling the softness of a young girl’s form.

Maybe I was leaning too heavily. She turned her head to look at me, twisting her body.

"Stop crowding me. It’s uncomfortable."

I took a step back, bent down, and said, "Sorry, it’s too crowded behind me."

"It’s fine." She smiled at me and went back to immersing herself in the music.

That earlier feeling left me with an endless aftertaste. I’d never experienced such a gorgeous young girl in my life.

Now she was right in front of me, and my heart itched.

This time, I got smarter. I didn’t press my whole body against her like before.

Instead, I thrust my hips forward, pressing against her under her skirt, leaning back slightly.

The concert atmosphere was already lively, and this girl was naturally energetic.

Her peach-shaped buttocks swayed to the rhythm, constantly rubbing against me, making my whole body tingle.

Even worse, the concert reached its climax, and she jumped along with the music.

The up-and-down冲击 against my hips was intense.

This violent impact instantly made me unable to resist pitching a tent, standing straight and firm.

This ticket was really worth it!

Outside, you couldn’t buy this kind of gorgeous young girl for any amount of money.