Backstage with Nataly Von

Nataly shows up for guitar lessons in a short plaid skirt and tight white blouse. She watches James move his fingers across the strings and imagines those hands on her skin instead. When she finally reaches for him, he sets the guitar aside without a word. He slides his palm up her thigh and finds her already wet. She parts her legs, lets him push two fingers inside, and starts to moan as he works them deeper. Her shirt comes open, her small tits exposed to the cool air and his hungry mouth. He bends her over the stool, flips the skirt up, and thrusts into her from behind in one smooth stroke. Each time he pulls back she feels every inch, then he drives forward again, skin slapping skin. Nataly grips the seat, hips rocking to meet him. When he pulls out to finish across her ass she stays bent over, breathing hard, skirt still bunched at her waist, blonde hair sticking to her damp neck.