Concert, restroom, and sex

At a concert
You see a side I usually hide
Moshing, and being free without a care
High and feeding off the energy from the crowd
You take me by the hand and push through
We found a family restroom and pull me in
Latching the door behind us
You reach under my band T
And unhook my bra
I slide the straps down my arms and taking it off
hanging it on the door knob
You undo you pants and drop them to the floor
And I follow suit
You turn me around facing the pedestal sink
Brushing my long hair to one side of my back  
You begin to kiss my neck
With my left hand I reach behind me and start to stroke you
And with your tattooed hand you gentle rub my clit
I take my hand from you and spit on it
And rub it on your tip
You bend me over as I brace myself on the sink with my hands
I watch you in the mirror
Your handsome face and mane flowing
You begin to thrust
I pull my t over my breast
And you caress
My pussy begins to seize
Eye contacted made through the mirror
Making the pleasure more intense
Your thrust quickens
Sending me into multiples
It's all to much for you to control
Your thrusts become slow hard and deep
And I feel your hot seed fill me and flow down my thighs