Teen Lives Out Fantasy Of Being Dominated By Older Man

Leyla landed in Paris a few months ago ready to quit being the golden Russian girl her parents paid people to watch. First it was short skirts and late nights, then it was the idea that wouldn't quit: she wanted an older man and she wanted him now. She signed up for piano lessons with Monsieur Renaud because his hands looked strong and his wedding ring had vanished sometime last year. Today she shows up in a silk dress that barely counts as clothing, locks the studio door behind her like it’s routine, and bends over the bench so the sheet music scatters everywhere. She turns her head, smirks, asks him to show her the fingering again. He hesitates. She reaches back, tugs her thong down to her knees, and leaves it there like an invitation on the floor. He steps forward, slides two thick fingers straight into her already wet cunt and curls them until her knees buckle. She laughs into the wood, tells him not to be gentle, and he grips her hips, pushes the piano bench away with his foot, frees his cock, and sinks into her in one steady thrust. The metronome is still ticking; the sound of skin slapping skin soon drowns it out. He reaches around, rubs her clit in quick circles while he pounds her, and she comes biting her wrist, shaking hard enough to knock the fallboard shut. He keeps fucking her until he finishes deep inside, pulls out slow so his cum drips down her thigh, and says she can pick up where they left off next Tuesday. She straightens her dress, winks, and heads back to her tiny apartment smiling like she just aced the final.