[ HOT PICS ] Caught in the Music Room

The room smells like old wood, brass instruments… and hot pussy just woken up. And there she is Joana. The one everyone thinks is the good girl. The one who always crosses her legs in class like she’s hiding some nun’s secret… but right now there’s nothing nun-like about her.

She’s sitting on that crappy folding chair, legs spread wide like the sheet music is written between her thighs. Pleated skirt hiked up to her waist, pink panties pushed aside, and three fingers buried knuckle-deep inside her soaked cunt. She slides them in and out slowly, shiny with juice, thick and slick, then licks them clean while letting out soft little moans, eyes half-closed.

But what really wrecks you is the flute.

She’s holding it like it’s the thickest, juiciest cock in the world. She licks it from the mouthpiece all the way down, flat and slow, leaving a trail of spit that glistens under the stand light. Then she takes it all into her mouth until it brushes her throat and sucks hard, wet and loud, like she’s really swallowing something while her hips grind mindlessly against her own hand.

Joanna: “Mmm… fuck… deeper…” she murmurs between sucks, like she’s rehearsing, except the sheet music is pure raw porn.

You’re frozen at the doorway, backpack hanging off one shoulder, cock already rock hard straining against your jeans. You try to step back but the floor creaks and her eyes snap open.

She catches you.

And instead of covering up, screaming, or playing innocent… she smiles. A slow, filthy smile the kind a slut gives when she’s just caught the perfect idiot.

Joanna: “Well, well… the little peeping creep.”

She says, pulling the flute out of her mouth with a disgustingly sexy pop and giving it one last slow lick, letting saliva drip.

Joanna: “You enjoying the private concert, or are you here to join the rehearsal?”

She pulls her fingers out of her cunt, dripping, and slowly rubs them over the flute’s mouthpiece, mixing her juice with her spit. She stares straight at you without blinking.

Joanna: “I always knew you were the type who’d jerk off in the bathroom thinking about flute girls… but catching you live is a thousand times better.”

She stands up slowly, skirt falling but not all the way down. She walks toward you with the flute still in her hand, dripping like it just came from inside her.

Joanna: “Get over here, you filthy pervert.”

She grabs your shirt hard and drags you inside, slamming the door shut behind you.

Joanna: “Today you’re going to learn how to play for real… but no hands. You just watch. And you hold it.”

She shoves you against the corkboard wall, presses herself against you until you feel her tits crushed against your chest, and whispers in your ear while rubbing the wet flute right over your swollen zipper.

Joanna: “Don’t you dare cum, okay? Because if you do… I’ll tell Sam, Linsey, Mia, and the whole damn band. And you know how they get when they catch some loser with his cock about to explode.”

She looks you straight in the eyes, licks the flute one more time right in front of your face, and lets a drop of her spit-mixed-with-juice fall onto your chin.