Her smell was intoxicating; heady and complex, like fermented wine tempered with an earthy musk of sweat and sex. I breathed in greedily before blowin... delicately across her vagina and extending my kisses down her other thigh. 'Don't tease,' she pleaded, arching her back and offering herself. 'Just taste me.'Her desperation caused a heavy cloud of desire to settle in that sweet spot between my gut and my cock, which grew rock hard against the rough fabric of my jeans.I gripped her thighs and. No one really showed off if theyhad money and kept things level for all of us involved.The week sped by now at furious pace with the classes charging full speedinto the year. I found enough time to be with Corey and didn't over do itlike I had done in the past with other boyfriends. My problem was I cravedlove and easily became attached to someone who was willing to show meattention. In the past, I crashed hard and felt the effects of the fall.I didn't want that to occur since Corey and I were. She’d ride it nice and slow and then bounce rapidly and squeal every time she came down on it. The sound of her moans echoed off the lake and the rocks around us.Every time I got cumming she would slow down and just sit on my cock. I kept both hands on her beautiful tits while she rode me. She kept on hand on my cheek and one on her clit. She worked herself up and kept getting louder.And then she came for a second time. I could feel her muscles twitch.Instead of slowing down she went faster.“I. ”“Thank you, Jacob. Tune?”We spent the next few minutes making sure our instruments were tuned together as our friends and families filed into the music room and found seats. I tested our positions to be sure we were both in the camera frame. I wasn’t too sure how my mike would pick up her flute so we played a little warm up piece—just some exercises—so I could decide if I needed to shift the mike around. The acoustics in the music room were different than the concert hall but overall it wasn’t.