1. Moanin'


    Date: 9/27/2016, Categories: Voyeur, Author: LeCygneNoir, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    Make it shout! Make it shout!” Servile, you release the sourdine and the Steinway is free, untamed, ferocious again. She throws herself into your arms. In a beat, her legs split over yours, her knees set on the piano chair. Aroused, aflame, you do not need easing into the danger. As she rips your shirt off, your fingers start a free falling jazz. The pain of her teeth in your neck only bring you to the next key and the next one. And the next one. Your hands cross on the keyboard. Stylish play. So what if you only wanted her breasts against your skin ? Her cold hands reaching inside your boxers clash with your fiery fingers, flying over the ivory. Your member is so hard you can't feel it, it's a pike hardened by fire that she pulls and admire. Her clit softly caress its head. Her juice drips along your shaft. Droplets of your sweat shine like diamonds on the keyboard. Her teeth unclench, leaving her mark in your neck. She looks at you with unbearable need. Her legs split wider, ripping against the hard wood of the chair. She lets herself fall onto you. The hungry lips of her pussy devour your hard cock whole. She raises herself and falls down again. Her claws scratch your shoulders, draw blood. She gets you deeper and deeper. She hunts, she fucks, she craves. It pains. Her petite body feels a feather but her passion weights an anvil. Your member is a red hot sword, piercing her womb time and time again. Her juices do not quench the pulsing heat or the pleasure rising in ...
    your spine. You find the beat in the music. Crazy and irregular hammering. Never have you played better. She puts her forehead against yours. Her eyes wide open mirror your soul like two lakes in a moonless night. And as you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back into you. Nothing in her body betrays. No tension as she flows on and off your shoulders. No trace of pleasure on her perfect face. Statuesque, soundless she stays, as she uses your cock to fuck herself like a lowly whore. She dares! Passionate anger rises in your blood. It's a venom that fills your veins with dark desires. You want the bitch to shout. You want the witch to cry. Your body arches, clawing on the keyboard. The piano shrieks under the pain, breaking the jazz. Oh, you poor sod. It was a battle lost. You erupt deep in her little pussy. A torrent of sticky cum pours out. It draws a river of pearls on her ebony skin. She holds a gasp. Her mouth forms a cute little O. Surprise? Through that tiny crack in the stone armor, you can see it at last. The ardent struggle for her pleasure, the decadent fight. Her body is a battlefield of nerves melting, her cunt impaled by a fantastic lance, her clit licked by pulsing cum. A silent war underneath. For the first time, she is so close. As the broken note turns into silence, she can feel the terrifying edge. Anger boils your blood. Primal wrath and desire. You raise her tiny body and together crash on the Steinway. The beast explodes with an impossible roar. An ...
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