I stood backstage and watched the scene, immersed in darkness. I was gripped by excitement and fear.

- Nothing - I calmed myself - this is always before the premiere.

But fear did not go anywhere, he kept my scrotum in a cold fist.

- Suddenly, will not work? Suddenly, they will not understand?

On the other side of the stage, my partner was probably just as worried. I thought about her, about how much we rehearsed, how much we worked on ourselves and the fear receded. I also thought about her little sensitive chest, elastic sporty buttocks, tight and warm vagina and got excited. The member began to harden. It was what you need. I tuned to the working mood.

The time has come. We went out from the wings to meet each other. I was Adam, she is Eve. We were completely naked. But the audience saw only our silhouettes. We walked to the middle of the stage, where on the Tree of Knowledge gleamed in the red light lanterns in the form of apples. We went to this not bright light. We were specially chosen to match each other: both tall, long-legged with athletic figures. Clean shaven pubes. I have a curly brown beard, she has long dark hair to the buttocks. We froze, letting the viewers admire us.

Then she plucked the fruit. I recoiled in feigned fear back into the darkness.
Eve was surprised to see the glowing fruit, admiring it. Then she brought it to her chest, lit it. I saw that Eva’s nipples were tight and jerking up. She was excited too. My penis began to grow ahead of time, fortunately this has not yet been noticeable. Eva looked at her body, studied it, highlighting it with an apple lantern. I approached, portraying a mixture of fear with curiosity.

She found her vagina, beautiful, perfectly shaved. Eva touched her with her free hand, began to stroke her lightly. I grabbed her arm. Has depicted anger. She smiled in response and slipped out. Then she began to study my body, tearing out a fragment of it from the darkness. I tried to grab her again, she slipped away every time, as if through fingers. We either fought, or danced, weaving and unraveling bodies. This fight has always excited me. So it was this time. When she lit up my dick, he swayed in full readiness.

She froze in amazement. Then she took it with her tender hand. It was one of the most difficult moments of the performance, at rehearsals I often finished at that moment, splashing the seed on Eve. She always laughed at the same time. The director was angry. But this time I managed to restrain myself. But there was another test ahead: Eve knelt before me and took my dick in her mouth.

I grabbed her hair and tried to think about something distracted, while her hot mouth elastically enveloped the head, while her tongue ruthlessly tickled the bridle. I did not need to portray pleasure mixed with fear. Everything went by itself.

Finally she slowly got up. Judging by her flushed face and the gleam in her eyes, she had finished. But she was allowed to. I took it under the buttocks and raised it above the floor. And then planted on his dick. She at that moment usually did not hold back and moaned loudly. But according to the director's idea, it was necessary to observe silence. This time she succeeded. And I easily slid into it. I lifted her and lowered myself. She bit her lip to keep her moans and frantically dug nails into my back when I reached the maximum depth. She was approaching a new peak of pleasure.

I turned my head slightly to see the auditorium. He was full. It was only now that it fully reached me that hundreds of eyes were looking at Eve and me. And through the cameras there are thousands more. It inflamed me even more. The member has become huge and hard, which has never been in rehearsal. This excitement was transmitted to Eve, she barely restrained, her eyes rolled up, she was breathing heavily.

I ran my eyes over the first row. Here is the director, his whole figure stretched out to us, his eyes feverishly gleaming like a madman.His nostrils were swollen widely, as if he were on stage with us now, he experienced every move between us and Eve. Nearby sat a young couple, they joined hands, never taking their eyes off us. The girl’s mouth was slightly open, a blush appeared on her cheeks. A well-groomed lady sat by the aisle. She, too, was flushed, perspiration appeared on her forehead. With her left hand she frantically clutched the armrest. Right she caressed herself between her legs. That was what I needed for the final.

Meanwhile, Eve dug into my neck, so as not to scream and convulsed. She never finished so much on rehearsals. There was warm fluid running down my scrotum and legs. The audience was at the limit, I even more so. The time has come. I carefully put Eve to her feet, neck sorely, she left a hickey up there. With my instrument I began to descend from the stage into the hall. I slowly went down, and hundreds and maybe thousands of eyes were looking at me and my rearing member. Everything seemed to hold their breath. Even the background music subsided. I walked over to the well-groomed lady I had noticed earlier. She froze, fascinated looking at my gun. He hypnotized her like a boa. I exhaled and discharged it in her face. She blinked quickly, not understanding what was happening. Meanwhile, I sprinkled seed on a woman in the second row, then turned and splashed the rest of the sperm on the face of a very young girl behind me. For the sake of this effect, I observed celibacy for three days. Now I was devastated. The scrotum was empty, and reminded of itself with slight tingling.

I froze. My frozen figure illuminated the spotlight. I was buried hundreds, maybe thousands of eyes. One moment ... another ... the hall explodes.

- Bravo! Bravo! - they shouted in unison.
- Bis! - said the lady from the first row, running her finger over her spattered face and licking my seed from it.