On the road to tour stop two

"Are we going onto the next tour stop Taylor?" Mark asks her as she climbs on the bus, exhausted from the singing, as usual, but also from the hard fucking Danny gave her pussy.

"Yes, we are heading to the next town now, Mark," she tells him, her hand disappearing into her shorts and then her panties as she started rubbing herself, needing another dick in her soon, "you got the pills, right?"

That was the one drawback to this tour, Taylor thought to herself, was having to go on birth control, even though she knew it was a risk she couldn't take to have so much sex and not be on them.

"Yes, they are in the compartment over the bed as you requested, Ms. Swift," he tells her, secretly wishing that she not only wind up pregnant because of this tour, but become pregnant by him, as well.

For now, though, he would have to survive on his dreams about her, as Taylor went to the bathroom and took her first pill, then fell asleep om the bed.

"Taylor, we're here," he tells her, shaking her awake as he has parked the bus at the arena of the next town, the second tour stop of the sluttiest tour in music history just hours away.