Lena tuned her violin with precise fingers, the studio lights casting a warm glow over her confident smirk as she eyed Alex across the piano. "You call that a rhythm, maestro? My grandmother plays tighter than your timing," she teased, her voice sharp and playful. Alex chuckled, striking a chord. "Careful, Lena. Talk like that and I'll make you hit every note on your knees." She laughed, stepping closer, the air thickening with tension. "Promises, promises. Let's see if your hands are as skilled as your mouth."
Their duet began, notes weaving into something electric, but Lena's eyes locked on his, her body swaying with deliberate heat. "You're sweating already," she noted, voice low and witty. "What's got you so worked up— the music or me?" Alex's fingers faltered. "Both, and you know it. You're dripping with that confidence of yours." She set her violin aside, closing the distance. "Then stop playing and prove it."
Lena pushed him against the piano bench, her hands bold as she freed his hard cock, stroking it with a grin. "Look at this— already throbbing for me." She dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as he groaned. "Witty comeback now?" she murmured around him. Panting, Alex replied, "You're the one who's horny enough to start the show."
Rising, she shed her clothes, guiding his cock into her wet pussy as she straddled him, riding with fierce control. "Fuck, you're so tight," he gasped, gripping her ass. She moved harder, sweating bodies slapping. "And you're not stopping till I come." Their pace built, her moans sharp, until she climaxed first, clenching around him as he came, cum spilling hot inside her.
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, breaths mingling with the fading piano echoes. Lena's strong gaze met his, unyielding. "That was just the opening movement."
Next time, the harmony gets even deeper.
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