Anonymously. Oh, these musicians! It seemed to me that Bach's fugues and Grieg's suites should...

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Oh, these musicians!
It seemed to me that Bach’s fugues and Grieg’s suites should completely erase from beautiful girls’ heads any thoughts about sex, about some kind of intimate joys, gentle men’s hands. Pay attention to these violinists playing in orchestras. Extreme concentration. Minimum cosmetics. Long Dresses. No fancy hairstyles. I have always believed that female musicians do not see anything around that deserves their attention, unless it is notes or biographies of great composers.
Marina dispelled this confidence of mine. At first we just walked around the park, rustling pine needles, telling each other some stories, sharing interesting memories. Marina, indeed, paid a lot of attention to music, adored it, could talk about it for hours.
And in this immersion in music, there was something mystical, unearthly, divorced from life.
Our first evening in her home it also started with music. Marina sat down at the piano to play her favorite pieces for me. Her long, beautiful fingers smoothly slid over the keys, and it seemed to me that the girl could just as smoothly slide her palms over my skin. Freeze, take a deep breath and soar above the ground with me.
At such moments, I always evaluate the level of demand for myself as a man. Wants? Don’t want to? Will it? Will not give? Does he like to flirt, or is he straightforward, like a Komsomol leader? Does she suffer from natural modesty, or is she basically cold?
My intuition was silent. Maybe she was telling me something. Whisper. But I haven’t heard anything like that. It’s just that at some overly musical moment I got up from the sofa, walked up to Marina from behind, put my hands on her shoulders... She hesitated for a couple of seconds... began to play more and more slowly until she fell silent completely... And then I took her breasts in my hands . Marinochka was without a bra, and this detail simply burned my mind. “So he trusts,” flashed through my head.
I kneaded and kneaded the girl’s breasts in my palms, excited by this process, kissing her hair, shoulders, sharply reddened cheeks...
- Do you think we should do this? – she suddenly asked.
- Of course! It’s wonderful... it’s beautiful...
- I haven’t had sex for so long...
- Nothing! Everything will be fine!
- I don’t even have condoms...
- I’m healthy, don’t worry!
Taking Marina in my arms, I carried her to the bedroom. He laid him on his back on the edge of the double bed and quickly began to take off his clothes: shirt, jeans, panties. Marina followed my movements, licking her dry lips.
And here I am at my goal. Marina has only panties under her house dress. I undid the buttons, opened the dress, pulled down the women’s knitwear...
Wow! Marina had thick black hair growing on her pubic area. Spreading Marina’s knees, stiff from excitement, I pressed my lips to the coveted mouth. There was a smell of dew from there. Sunset. Grass by the water. It smelled like sex.
Every time the initial moment of copulation with a beautiful girl fills the soul with warmth, joy, excitement, gratitude, love. Every time it is indescribable!
Marina, with a gentle half-moan, took my sexual organ into herself, exuding her femininity, her lack of sex, her intimate aroma on me.
- My furry little one! - splashed in my head.
I was tearing my partner apart with my penis, depriving her of her sanity, the ability to resist, stop, open her eyes. Marina enjoyed sex with me, flowed over my penis, licked my tongue, absorbed me and my sweat. It was beautiful, and I bathed in orgasms for a long time, fucking the thin, slender, graceful pianist, enjoying the beautiful music of her moans and the black curliness in the bottom of her tummy.

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[Fantasy woman]

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