Hysterical Piano Concert

I've got this wild dream: I want to sit my naked ass on a piano bench under hot stage lights, the way Stoya did with her book, but I'm bringing it to the keys. The audience watches every curve, every jiggle. Their eyes slide over my big natural tits, my smooth Latina skin. When the piece starts I keep it cool, fingers steady, nipples tight from the attention. A few more bars and the listeners slide in closer, crowding the bench, until I can feel body heat on my back and thighs. Hands hover, then land. Every time the melody climbs I feel slick between my legs. The final chord crashes out and I come hard, hips bucking against the bench, shaking through the applause like a filthy little recital just ended.