Emma finds her way on stage.

Ananya gyrates her ample posterior around your length in perfect sync to the music. Your cum floods her insides, making her groan and gasp. She falls over on her side, splattering flecks of mud all over you and dripping fresh seed from her well-used pussy.

You swear you only took your eyes off of Emma for a minute so you could properly pound Ananya, but now you've lost track of her again. You search around for your contented semen queen, but she's vanished from the scene. There's quite a few girls getting railed in all their dirty holes, but none of them are your one and only Emma. You try to concentrate and filter out the overpowering noise from the speakers, but you can't focus. Instead, Taylor Swift stammers for a second while she's singing. Apparently there's a commotion up on stage!

You look up at the huge stage monitors and instantly recognize a familiar face. You aren't sure how she got there, but Emma has climbed up in front of the band and started dancing in the nude, giving Taylor a bit of a shock. She's trying to play it off and be a professional, while Emma gets steadily more risque with her moves, dabbing a finger in her pussy and bending over to show her asshole to the crowd, dripping just a tiny bit of hot goo.

Taylor Swift finally has a break from singing, as the rhythm section takes over to play the bridge. She tries to play along with your daring girlfriend.

"Looks like Coachella attracts all types of free spirits, what do you guys think?" The partygoers in the crowd eats it up (the ones that aren't laying in the mud, mid-sex). Taylor beckons Emma over to do a little pose together, and then hopefully send her back off the stage without a fuss. After all, she's been at this a while, people climb on stage to get a few minutes of fame, and then usually hop off again. After a volley of camera flashes from all around, though, Emma only gets more set in her ultimate goal. While the cameras bathe the two beauties in pale light, Emma drops to her knees, takes hold of Taylor Swift's thighs, and snakes her head into Taylor's skirt. While Taylor struggles not to topple over, Emma gets to work lapping at her tastefully shaven cunt.

Taylor is apparently extra sensitive, since she starts to whine out a lilting melody of moans as soon as Emma's tongue hits her clitoris. You hear some high notes make their way to the microphone meanwhile security guards rush the stage. They're hesitant to get too rough, considering how entwined your girlfriend is with Taylor's body, buying her a few spare seconds. Emma is going for the gold, no teasing, just pleasing. You're sure you hear the opening gasps of a rushed orgasm as security pries your horndog girlfriend off the scandalized celebrity.