You know, when Sona decided to try out the whole "riding the Mosh Pit" thing, I don't think she thought it all the way through, especially since all of her fans have been known to have a bad case of the ol' wandering hands...
“Hehe, I warned her about it,” Olaf grumbled bemusedly from his position on stage. He was more than content to leer at the buxom beauty currently being spitroasted by a few lucky members of the audience. She’d long been stripped naked, her fans taking advantage of her inability to say “no” and her bandmates having long since continuing with their set. At the moment, one of her legs was thrown up over the guy fucking her pussy’s shoulder, leaving her clit fully exposed to the horny concert-goers while the guy occupying her mouth kept her torso almost painfully parallel with the ground.
Sona would have moaned had she been able to as dozens of hands caressed her curvy body, gripping her soft legs and pinching her defenseless clit. Her chest along had several pairs of hands gently and roughly kneading it, her massive tits hanging like tear drops for her fans inquisitive hands to take advantage of. It was when another finger joined the two that were already exploring her back door that she came again, tightening up around the thick cock pounding away at her sodden pussy. With a loud cry, the guy came, dumping a load into her womb and flooding her milking pussy. He was pulled away by another horny fan who just pushed himself into her still convulsing slit.
Sona just kept sucking, losing herself to the mad fucking and the thumping music from the stage.