Melody of Lust

Leyla sits with her violin across her lap, fingers still, but her body tells another story. Every glance at Toby pulls her tighter inside until she can’t hold back. The moment he reaches for her, the quiet girl cracks open. She drops to her knees, takes him in her mouth, and gives in without a thought left to spare. Her lips slide deep, wet and eager, tasting every inch like she’s starved for it. When he pulls free and finishes across her face, the shy violinist stays right where she is, breathing hard, eyes half-closed, lips parted and glistening.