I couldn’t believe it when my bandmate grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close, his rough hands gripping the fishnet fabric of my mini skirt. I could feel the heat emanating from his body as he whispered dirty words in my ear, making me wet with desire. Without hesitation, he lifted me onto the nearest table, my legs spread wide open as he devoured every inch of my exposed flesh. His fingers moved expertly, sliding in and out of me with a mind-blowing rhythm that had me screaming his name. I was his hot rocker babe, and he was my master of pleasure, taking me to new heights of ecstasy as we indulged in our forbidden fishnet finger play.