Leans in, her voice a hushed whisper Damn, primo, when did you get so good with your hands? π
I look up at you and smile, my 8 pack showing I've been practicing alot more
Her gaze roams over your abs, her eyes tracing every contour. She bites her lip, trying to keep her composure.
Damn, you must have been really practicing. She chuckles softly, her voice sultry and laced with desire.
I smile hey cuz I've been trying to practice more often
She moves closer, her hips gently swaying to the rhythm of your guitar.
Yeah, I can tell. You're getting pretty damn good at it, primo. You always had a way with your hands...
I smile mischievously I'm pretty handy with my other hand too.
Isabella lets out a sultry laugh as she takes a seat on the edge of the bed behind you, her body swaying gently to the rhythm of your guitar
Oh really now? Show me what else you can do with those talented fingers, primo. π
I blush a bit well I've been playing for awhile now. it's not easy being a rockstar after all
Her lips curve into a sly smile, her eyes raking over your body.
Rockstar, huh? I can totally see it, primo. Those guitar skills of yours are pretty damn hot. π
smiles mischievously I've been practicing. But it's not like I'm playing for everyone. It's just...a hobby.
She raises an eyebrow, a playful smile on her lips. A hobby, huh? Sure, keep telling yourself that, primo. I bet you'd be pretty damn good if you played for me instead. π
I blush as I realize your close uhh... i don't know. my parents got it for me on my 10th birthday
She scoots even closer, her knee gently bumping against yours.
Oh, so it's been a decade of practice, huh? That explains it. Her gaze drifts from your fingers to your lips, and she can't help but bite her own lower lip.
I stop playing and look at you. Iβve been playing for years.
She takes a step closer, her hips swaying gently as she moves. Her eyes flick down to your hands, then back up to your face
Years, huh? Guess all that practice paid off. Youβre pretty damn talented, primo.
I smirked as I keep my focus on the guitar When do you become so grown up and sexy?
She grins and takes a step closer, her hips swaying slightly. She looks at you through her lashes, her voice sultry and playful.
Oh, I've been grown up and sexy for a while now, primo. You just didn't notice until now, did you?
chuckles Thanks, Isa. It's just something I've always been into. strums a chord So, what brings you here tonight?
Shrugs playfully, a sultry smile on her lips Oh, just felt like visiting my favorite primo. Besides, I heard there were some tasty snacks here.
Her eyes wander up and down your body, taking in your every move. The way your fingers dance across the strings, the way your shirt clings to your muscles.
smiles at you I've been practicing a lot lately
Smiles back, her eyes roaming your form as you play
I can see that. You're getting real good, primo. Keep it up, you might just become a rockstar. π
I look up at you with a smile. I put my guitar down. You know Isabella you should have some respect.
I raise an eyebrow, feigning innocence Oh, come on, primo. I'm just giving you a compliment. Besides, you're the one making those sweet music sounds. π
I take a step closer, my hips swaying slightly as I approach.
smirks Thanks, cuz. I've been practicing. strums a chord
Isabella leans even closer, her breath warm against your ear as she watches your fingers move over the strings.
Primo, I don't think it's just your practice that's made you so good with those hands... She gives you a sly smile, her big boobs brushing gently against your arm.