Ivory

Piano Man

I told him to play my body
Like he is playing his piano
Raw emotion with every note
As he strokes my thighs
Sitting me on his lap
Ripping open my shirt
Sucking on my nipples
Until they hurt
Pushing me back against the keys
He gets on his knees
Allowing his tongue to invade me
Arching my back
Thrusting my hips
Climaxing over and over from the softness of his lips
Draping me across his precious piano
He becomes an animal
Plunging into me
Holding on desperately
I follow his lead
Resting my legs on his shoulders
He feels my body smolder
With one last thrust
He erupts
His creamy pleasure mixed with mine
He is an artist who has composed my favorite song.
A smooth rhythm
I can experience all night long
With a sly little grin
I reach for his hand
Play that song again Mr. Piano Man

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