I didn’t expect to find such a lovely animal as you”. “Hmmmm….”, she replied. “Should I believe you or not? You could be a nasty peeping ...om!”. “All I can say is that that isn’t my style”, was all I could reply. While this conversation was going on my eyes were uncontrollably fixed on her breasts and nipples, wet and rather pink from her licking and sucking. “Well, if it isn’t your style, you had better come here and let me see what your style actually is.” So I approached her, and as I. Scratching and pinching, tensing and releasing. Fire floods her nerves and her clitoris. The struggle of a maestro.With each stride, the moans are sharper, more desperate. Insidious passion fills her body. You follow the pace as the Steinway warms up under your fingers. The hammers keep hitting felt over the tensed strings. Like the woman, the beast is in chains, gagged, moanin' when it wants to shout.Well... Jazz is not so easy to contain. Fun motifs and little thrilling trills are not enough.. You look at me with the desire of a wild beast. I slip away from the unflattering conversation about your boss and head out of the room away from the party. Once outside I look to see if you have followed my lead. You do not disappoint me. I see your handsome face approaching me with a confidant stride. A man out to get his prey. I am familiar with the estate grounds and head for a secluded cabana near the swimming pool. The moonlight outlines my figure moving in the darkness and you follow.. Her thighs were flexed and she was on her toes and she slow motion twerked to ride me. A time or two I got my thrust right and my bucking hips would push hard enough to get my whole length out of my fat and into her cunt. God she was fucking warm! She massaged my shaft and I looked down to see her. I could only see a bit of my self past my stomach but I got to see the very top of my shaft exiting and entering her full length and full effort moves. I could here her panting and she squeaked.