The Piano Lesson

Piano lessons hit different when you're mixing music with skin. Eva and Veronica kept it interesting. Two women with serious curves at the bench, chasing a different kind of rhythm. Hands started off on keys, moved to thighs, then anywhere they could reach. Eva leaned in first, lips on Veronica's neck while those full tits pressed against her back. Veronica didn't waste time—her hand slid straight between Eva's legs, fingers pushing deep, working her open right on the bench. They fucked like they were racing a metronome, fast, hard, with moans echoing off the walls. Tongues, tits, wet fingers, the whole room smelled like sex before the last note even faded.