Lesbians Chanel Camryn n Scarlett Alexis lick pussy on piano

Title: A Symphony of Sin: A Lesbian Cunnilinguistic Extravaganza

The grand piano glistened under the soft candlelight, its ebony surface a stark contrast to the pale skin of the two women who had claimed it as their altar of lust. Chanel Camryn, a statuesque Asian beauty with curves that could make a saint sin, lounged languidly on the dark wood, her legs draped over the sides. Her ample breasts, barely contained by a lacy black bra, heaved with each tantalizing breath.

Across from her, perched on the piano bench, was Scarlett Alexis, a petite brunette with a wild tattoos that snaked along her toned arms. Her cleavage spill out of her low-cut top, begging to be explored. She eyed Chanel hungrily, her fingers dancing along the piano keys with a deft familiarity that spoke of nights spent together in the throes of passion.

Chanel’s dark eyes locked onto Scarlett’s, and a sultry smile played on her full lips. “Tickle those ivories for me, baby,” she purred, her voice honeyed and smooth. “Let’s have a little foreplay before the main event.”

Scarlett grinned saucily, her own lips painted a provocative red. She began to play a slow, seductive tune, her fingers gliding over the keys with practiced ease. The notes hung in the air, heavy with anticipation and unspoken desires.

As the music swelled, Chanel reached up and unclasped her bra, letting her breasts tumble free. She cupped them in her hands, squeezing and kneading, teasing her own nipples to stiff peaks. Her breath hitched as she watched Scarlett, a flush creeping up her neck and coloring her cheeks.

Scarlett’s gaze flicked down to Chanel’s exposed breasts before slowly traveling back up to meet her smoldering eyes. She bit her lower lip, a shiver running through her, as she continued to play. Her fingers traced the piano-bench’s burgundy velvet, imagining it was Chanel’s skin instead.

Chanel wasted no more time. She slid a hand down her own belly, popping the button on her skin-tight jeans and unzipping them with a low hiss. She wriggled out of them, kicking them off to the floor and baring her matching black lace panties, already soaked through with her arousal.

Scarlett’s nimble fingers faltered, almost missing a key, as she watched, entranced, while Chanel tossed her jeans aside. She could see the damp patch blooming obscenely in the lace, could imagine the sweet, musky scent of Chanel’s desire. Her own core throbbed in response.

Chanel’s hands slid into her panties, and she moaned softly as her fingers found her swollen clit, gliding over it in slow, teasing circles. She rocked her hips against her hand, painting her panties with her slick juices.

Scarlett’s heartbeat picked up in pace as she watched Chanel finger herself, her own pussy pulsing with need. She couldn’t wait any longer. She stood up abruptly, her keys still playing a staccato tune, and peeled off her own clothes, not caring if they ripped in her haste.

Within seconds, they were both bared to each other, two gorgeous women locked in a dance of lust. Scarlett knelt down between Chanel’s splayed thighs, pushing her panties aside to feast her eyes on Chanel’s glistening pink folds.

Chanel tangled her fingers in Scarlett’s hair, guiding her head down to her aching sex. “Eat me, Scarlett,” she demanded breathlessly. “Make me yours.”

Scarlett needed no more encouragement. She dove into Chanel’s dripping cunt, lapping at her swollen clit with the flat of her tongue. She circled the sensitive nub, then flicked the hard bud, relishing the sweet taste of Chanel’s essence.

Chanel cried out, her hips bucking against Scarlett’s face. She gripped the piano bench for stability, fingers digging into the velvet. “Fuck, yes,” she hissed. “Just like that, baby.”

Scarlett growled against Chanel’s slick skin, the vibrations sending shivers through her. She plunged two fingers deep into Chanel’s tight channel, curling them to stroke that magic spot inside.

“Oh god!” Chanel keened, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her body jolted with each thrust of Scarlett’s fingers, her breasts bouncing hypnotically. She felt like she was playing the grandest piano of all, Scarlett’s name the song on her lips.

Scarlett added a third finger, stretching Chanel deliciously as she scissored and pumped. Her mouth stayed glued to Chanel’s clit, sucking greedily, as she finger-fucked her with abandon.

The obscene wet sounds of Scarlett tonguing Chanel’s cunt filled the room, accompanied by the steady bass beat of the piano keys as Scarlett’s nude body ground against them. It was a lewd symphony, a twisted rendition of any classical piece, with Chanel’s cries and moans providing the impassioned melody.

Chanel felt the coil in her belly winding tighter and tighter, ready to snap. She panted harshly, her eyes rolling back as the pressure threatened to consume her. “Scarlett,” she whimpered, voice breaking. “I’m…I’m gonna…”

Scarlett redoubled her efforts, fucking Chanel faster, sucking her harder. She needed to taste Chanel’s bliss more than anything, needed to feel her come undone.

With a strangled scream, Chanel did just that. Her pussy clenched hard around Scarlett’s pistoning fingers as waves of overwhelming pleasure crashed over her. She came with a gush, coating Scarlett’s chin and chest, shuddering and twitching through the aftershocks.

Scarlett slowed her movements, gentling her touch as Chanel floated down from her high. She gave the sensitive nub one last kiss before withdrawing her soaked fingers and crawling up Chanel’s quivering body.

They kissed, deep and filthy, sharing Chanel’s taste between them. They fell back on the piano, still tangled together, basking in the aftermath of their depravity, the music still playing an obscene soundtrack.

And therein ended the first act of their sordid piano sonata, the grand piano forever tainted by their told lewd performance, a monument to their taboo love. But the night was still young, and there was room for another encore…