El mariachi

James knows a few tricks to make panties drop, but whipping out that guitar always seals the deal. Today he strums his way right into Cipriana’s good graces, and the reward is better than applause—she props her pretty feet in his lap and starts giving him the kind of footjob that’d make a saint forget his vows. Short strokes tease the tip, long glides slide all the way down his shaft, and every wiggle of her painted toes sends sparks shooting up his spine. He’s grinning like he planned this all along. She’s smirking like she knows exactly what she’s doing.