The Musician

The Musician

His lips so sweet.
His fingers, callused and strong.
The Musician wants to play.
I am his guitar.

He plays me.
He kisses my neck.
Moving down,
Just like the frets.

He runs his fingers, down.
Caressing my smooth body.
He grabs me,
And holds me close to his body.

He kisses me,
Moving down my body.
Running his tongue, softly down me,
Just like strings on his guitar.

His hand moves down my body.
Reaching the end of the my strings.
He flicks my clit, and rubs it.
Just like he is plucking the strings.

I am his instrument.

I can feel his cock start to grow.
The music coming from my mouth,
Making him want to play me more.
The melody speeds up.

He surprises me, and pulls out another instrument.
Like a flute,
Long, hard, and strong.
I am a musician too.

I put my lips around his cock,
And really start to blow.
I can hear him moan, oh yes!
I play him really hard.

So much music being made,
We both want so much more.
We move from slow rock and jazz,
And move to rock and roll.

His cock enters me.
He spreads me like the skin on a drum.
So tight.
So wet.

The melody picks up.
The beat goes faster yet.
He thrusts in and out.
He makes me oh so wet.

I am his amp.

I moan so loud.
I scream, OH YES!
His face, so strong and proud.
The song is almost done.

Crescendo.

We both get louder.
Almost done.
The song is cumming to an end.
One last thrust, a final note.

I squeeze him oh so tight.
I start to cum.
He pulls out. Climax.
The song is now at an end.

I am his instrument.
He is mine.
I am his amp.
He is mine.
He is a better musician.
He can make me cum, anytime.

I am his guitar.
He is The Musician.