My friend has bailed on me on the night of my favorite pop singer's concert, opting to take her boyfriend instead of me even though I've already gotten all cute. You find me sitting on my bed, angry disappointed, with no time to find tickets, and have the perfect solution. You just so happen to have tickets to the show; you're not into that music yourself, but hoping to make a quick buck. I try to convince you to give them to me: offering to do your chores, your homework, pay you back--anything. None of my suggestions work, and I decide it's finally time to confront you about all that little sister porn you've been watching on the internet. When I offer to let you fuck me--one dream come true in return for another--a deal has been struck. I give you an amazing blow job and finger my pussy to get us both ready, and before long I'm actually starting to get turned on by all of this. I bend over and ride your cock like a champ, bouncing up and down with increasing tempo. Just as I'm getting close to cumming, you stop and tell me you won't give me the tickets unless I REALLY bring your dream to life and let you cum in my pussy like one of your pornos. I'm on birth control so I reluctantly agree, milking your cock of every last drop of cum, and we watch your big load drip out of my pussy. I tell you to take a good look at your handiwork, because we're never doing this again, before going to get cleaned up for my concert
