“Each time you play a wrong note I will undo a button on your blouse.”
This made her nervous, and she was barely onto the second page before her blouse was wide open, her little breasts exposed.
As her fingers skittered across the keyboard, he pulled up her skirt, exposing her pale bare thighs above her stockings. She could feel his hardness pressed against her back.
His nimble fingers burrowed into the dark nest between her legs, playing her clitoris like a Stradivarius, bringing her to an ecstatic climax.
“Oh, Monsieur Debussy, you are a naughty, naughty man!”