The air in the small music room crackled with anticipation. Tina, a petite Hungarian girl with a scattering of freckles across her nose and a delicate tattoo peeking from under her tank top, fidgeted with the tuning pegs of her guitar. Across from her, Mr. Walker, her music teacher, ran a hand through his thinning hair. He was older, yes, but his eyes held a youthful spark that always made Tina's stomach flip. He was definitely giving her an old4k vibe.
"Okay, Tina," he said, his voice a little rougher than usual. "Let's try that chord progression again."
Her fingers felt clumsy as she stumbled through the chords. Frustration simmered beneath her skin. "I just can't seem to get it right," she sighed, tossing her brunette hair over her shoulder.
He leaned closer, his arm brushing against hers. "Here, let me show you." His touch sent a shiver down her spine. He guided her fingers, his hand warm and calloused against her own. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as he explained the subtle nuances of the chord. The kissing started innocently enough, a brush of lips against lips during the guitar lesson. It quickly became more intense, more urgent. The guitar lay forgotten on the floor.
Her natural small tits strained against her thin top as he deepened the kiss. The teacher-student dynamic had clearly shifted. He unbuttoned her jeans, revealing a tantalizing peek of skin. She reached for his belt, a silent invitation. His member, thick and hard, pressed against her palm.
She tugged at his zipper, freeing his big dick for her hungry gaze. He tasted her pussy eating her with skill. She rode him in a side fuck until she came.
Tina was a teen with old man and had her first taste of real, raw, passionate sex. The guitar lesson had taken a very unexpected turn, leaving them both breathless and wanting more. The forbidden thrill of it all made her even wetter.
