She struggles, tries to escape. The musician corrals her into sweet pleasure, blissful submission. Such skilled fingers.Moanin' is easy, just a series...of kinky motifs, playful little bitches. You grind against them again and again. For you, tiny caresses on the keyboard. In the alcove, much more arduous plays. Even blind, you can feel the ferocious scrapping on her chords. Scratching and pinching, tensing and releasing. Fire floods her nerves and her clitoris. The struggle of a maestro.With. I wanted to help, but in truth as always I didn't know what to do. Because Samuel had never taken sole ownership of me I've never suffered his loss the way Anna misses Bill - despite my restoration of Bill's ownership record to her afterwards.She was sitting where she'd been going over the house accounts and allocating the profits among the causes we support. I knew that money wasn't the problem. I went over and put my hand on her bare shoulder in a human gesture that she immediately. The smell of wet earth and his sweat mingled with my now free flowing hormones somehow brings forth an unbridled passion, one that makes me want to tear stuff, scream in passion, make him enter me..its no games, no plans, just two bodies in heat and what they want.Well, mine wants his..all over me, inside me. As I move my hand all over his body, his hard throbbing manhood tells me he wants the sameI can't even think straight anymore as our bodies and hormones are now firmly in control. We kiss,. It’s the way we worked – she lit my fire and I gave it to her white-hot. She moaned against my mouth, revelling in being captured, the teasing minx. Moving forwards while kissing her, she had no choice but to move backwards towards the waiting bed. I broke away from the kiss, still holding her by her wrists captured between us. The satisfied and slightly smug look she gave me told me all I needed to know.With one almighty shove I pushed her on to the bed. She gasped as if in hurt shock, even.