She lay on her stomach, gently tracing the lines of the trumpet's bell with her fingertips while he played. Her heart raced as the sound vibrated through her body, asking for his touch instead. He set down the trumpet and kneeled behind her, his warm hands caressing her skin. He slowly pulled her dress over her hips, exposing her bare bottom. She closed her eyes, anticipating his next move. He pressed his rough hands into her cheeks, spreading her for his hot cock. In one swift motion, he entered her, filling her completely. The contrast of his rough hands and the tenderness of his touch sent her over the edge. She moaned, her back arching as he thrust deeper. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, creating a rhythm that resonated with every fiber of their being. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment.
