Music to my pussy

Orhidea sits behind the piano, watching her student Bianka work through the difficult passage. The girl's fingers move with new confidence, hitting each note clean. When she finishes, Orhidea stands and steps close behind her on the bench. She reaches around and takes Bianka's hands, guiding them away from the keys and down between her own legs. The fabric of her skirt lifts easily. She presses Bianka's palm against her cunt and holds it there, feeling the warmth. Bianka's fingers still carry the memory of the music as they slide over Orhidea's wet folds. Orhidea guides two of them inside, slow and deliberate, her breath catching against the back of Bianka's neck. The lesson continues in silence broken only by the wet sound of fingers moving in and out of her. Each time Bianka curls them right, Orhidea rewards her with a soft sound of approval. The girl learns this new rhythm the same way she learns the piano—by repetition, by feeling, by paying attention to what makes her teacher tighten around her hand.