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him into her mouth, sucking gently on his thick head while she pumped him with her hand.
    “You only want me for my body?” He asked, pulling her head away from him.
    Alexis sat back and he moved to get his guitar while he stared at her playfully, h e was stroking his thick cock with his fist, and a tiny dew droplet was collecting there, Alexis wanted to drag her tongue along his cleft and lick it away.
    “Fine. Play me a song.” She said sitting up, and climbing back onto the bed displaying her breasts for him, his fingertips plucking out a silly folk song about naked women.
    Without the amp the guitar was soft, barely audible but it sounded nice as he played, staring at her body his eyes roving over her perfectly shaped tits, down her stomach and along her curvy hips , he loved her hips most of all, so feminine and beautiful. Slowly, with her own sly smile Alexis parted her knees, as Kolby continued his little song his perfectly straight teeth shone with his smile, he was incredibly sexy and Alexis yearned for him more with each passing second.
    Kolby stood, his erection protruding under his black guitar, and slowly made his way to the bed, placing one knee beside Alexis, and began strumming a slower tune. Alexis curled toward him, her hips arching and begging to be touched, and Kolby slowly tipped the base of his guitar so that the rounded edge was pressing against Alexis’ pussy, it was cold, and smooth and felt delicious as Kolby dipped his head to kiss her.
    Alexis ground her hips up, and Kolby looked down to watch as she slid herself along it’s curving center, the idea of him seeing her do this, what maybe thousands of women wanted to do while he played on stage was intoxicating and she was dripping wet for him, craving him inside of her. She squeezed her breasts and looked at him pleadingly while he continued to play his sultry tune, but intermittently slid his instrument along her aching pussy.
    “ Kolby?” She pleaded, her thighs were quivering, and he loved the sight of her spread out before him, vulnerable, willing to do whatever it took to show him she loved him most.
    “Alexis. ” He growled.
    “Please…” She sighed, as he lowered the neck of his guitar toward her face, and positioned the soft rounded nub against her clit.
    Alexis wrapped her hand around the neck of his guitar, the textured strings tingling her fingertips as she slid them down and turned her face in toward them, the metallic scent dancing across her mind as everything else melted and Kolby slid the rounded nub inside her, the curve perfectly rubbing her sweet spot inside.
    “Show me you love my music; show me you love my creation, my passion, everything that I am.” The only thing that is worthy of love, he thought.
    He watched her ride his axe , her hand wrapped around it like a stripper climbing up a pole, her other hand thrust deep into her thick hair, her mouth parted in a perfect red O. He watched as she ground her hips, wildly arching her back as he held it firmly over her and caressed her breasts and pinched her nipples. When she came, he removed his guitar carefully and replaced it with his burning cock. Alexis gripped his hips and held her legs wide for him, hungry for every thrust, craving every incredible inch of him. She hooked her ankles behind him and lifted herself, grinding her clit against his pubic bone until spasms rocked through her.
    Kolby flipped her over and shoved himself deep into her, her juices smearing along her inner thighs, making her skin shiny and enticing as he watched himself glide in and out of her perfectly bleached asshole. Brunettes assholes were dainty, perfectly shadowed, hidden and great for men who didn’t like anal, but Kolby did love being able to really see the asshole, it wasn’t nearly as appreciated as he thought it should be. He slid his thumb along her tight little hole and grinned when she flinched.
    Alexis squirmed before him and he hooked his arm under her waist lifting her