Anal training of Stasia

Stasia waits by the piano, skirt already hitched up, when Omar walks in. Her lesson book stays closed on the bench while she pulls him toward her instead. He reads the look on her face, then bends her over the keys without a word. The moment he works a finger inside her, Stasia moans and pushes back, showing exactly what she needs practice on. He gives it to her in slow strokes first, opening her up until her body loosens and takes more. Once she’s ready, he slides in deeper, the tight ring gripping him with each push. Stasia pants, knuckles white on the wood, and asks him not to stop. He holds her hips and drives again, steady and hard, until she learns the rhythm she’s been craving. They repeat it, each thrust more confident than the last, until the lesson feels like pure indulgence rather than instruction.