The little girl in the practice room

"Goodnight, teacher." The little girl walked into the practice room.

"How's your practice going lately?" I looked up from my book and gazed at her. She was wearing a white dress, her waist-length hair cascading down like a waterfall, making her look like a little princess.

"I still make mistakes!" The little girl looked a little unhappy.

"You'll get better with more practice," I comforted her, patting her shoulder. "Try practicing now."

The little girl sat on the piano bench, stretched out her two little hands, and began to play on the keys.

"Very good!" I praised her after listening.

"But..." The little girl looked up. "Now is the time to concentrate, otherwise I'll make mistakes if I'm not careful."

"That is a problem." I tilted my head and thought for a moment. "Okay, let's try it and see if your concentration is good enough. You start playing, and then I'll try to distract you."

So, the little girl started playing again. Looking at her focused expression, I thought of the saying that a serious woman is the most beautiful. In fact, a serious little girl is also adorable.

I made funny faces to make her laugh, and she burst out laughing, then couldn't continue playing.

"No! You need to concentrate," I said with a smile. "Okay, if you don't make any mistakes, I'll give you a prize!"

"What kind of prize?"

"Ta-da... a set of Hello Kitty magnets!" I pulled out my magic weapon.

The little girl reached out with both hands when she saw it, but I took it away. "No, you can only have it if you don't make any mistakes."

Hearing this, the little girl immediately became serious, stretched out her hands, and started playing again.

The piece she was playing, "Ballade pour Audrey," is a piece often heard on the piano. Ever since I played Richard Clayderman's version for her, she'd become obsessed with it and kept begging me to teach her. But at the time, she wasn't good enough and refused, even pouting.

I never expected that after all this time, she would play it so well. And we've become even closer. The initially shy little girl started telling me jokes.

Seeing how focused she was on playing, I couldn't resist teasing her. She was wearing a sleeveless dress, and I could see two small pink bumps on her chest from the side. I couldn't resist reaching out and letting her touch them a couple of times.

Halfway through her piece, she was startled by the touch. "Ah... Teacher, it tickles!"

But because her hands were on the keys, just as she was about to lift them, I said behind her ear, "Play carefully. I'm training you to concentrate! You don't want to make a mistake when you perform on stage, do you?"

At this point, she had no choice but to endure the tickling and slowly continue playing. At the same time, I pinched her nipples with my fingers and gently rubbed them.

Although her hands were on the piano, her body was still squirming a little, unable to bear the tickling. But the lure of the prize forced her to endure the tickling and finish the rest of the piece.

As soon as she finished playing, the little girl immediately turned around to protest. "Teacher, you're so mean! You're always bullying me." Her mouth was pouting, and she even punched me with her little hand.

I could only smile apologetically. "Don't be angry! I'm training you to concentrate! You don't want to make a mistake on stage because of an unexpected situation, right?" At this moment, I was quite impressed with myself for being able to come up with such a twisted logic.

After the little girl saw that I had given her a whole set of Hello Kitty magnets, her anger subsided. She played with them for a while, then turned to me and said, "Actually, I... I don't mind you doing this, teacher!"

"Really?" I saw her face turn red.

"Because... I like you, teacher!" The little girl said directly.

"Oh... then do you mind if I touch you like this?" I reached out and touched her white thigh.

"Um..." She lowered her head shyly.

"How about this?" My fingers slipped under her skirt and slowly approached her panties. Only when I touched them did I realize that her panties were a little wet. The girl's mons pubis was soft and warm. I gently rubbed her vulva between her labia with my fingers through her panties.

The little girl squinted, her face flushed, and she bit her lip, seemingly enduring it. I wrapped my other arm around her waist from behind, and the little girl's body leaned limply against me.

"Would you like to play it again?" I whispered, breathing into her ear.

"Mmm..." The little girl nodded, her eyes opening wide and watery, and she began to play again.

The tinkling sounds of the piano flowed out again. I rubbed her soft vulva in rhythm with the piano.

The little girl seemed to have gotten used to my rhythm, playing along perfectly with my beat. I sped up, and she sped up; I slowed down, and she slowed down. Soon, her panties were soaked.

"Your panties are wet!" I whispered in her ear. "Shall I take them off for you?"

"Mmm..." The little girl nodded with her eyes closed.

I pulled down her panties, which had a wet stain on them, and began to spread her labia, coating my fingers with her juices. The girl's mons pubis was smooth and soft to the touch. I couldn't help but squat down, carefully examining her adorable area.

Her labia were pink and glistening with moisture, and the pink clitoris hidden at the tip of her vulva was erect. When I gently touched the clitoris, she let out a soft "mmm," and her fingers fumbled, playing a few wrong notes.

"It's okay, keep playing..." I said to her, as I lowered my head and brought my face close to her private parts.

A unique scent of a little girl made me want to savor it. I gently touched her with the tip of my tongue, licking it lightly a few times. Her playing slowed down, and she struggled to play each note.

The little girl's scent was unique, and her vulva slowly oozed moisture, mixing with my saliva. I gently sucked, and with a "whoosh," the airflow created a vibration.

"Ah..." the little girl moaned. Not knowing where to put her hands, they just hung in the air.

"Keep playing, don't stop."

The little girl had no choice but to endure it, playing one note at a time. But because my tongue kept sliding around on her labia and clitoris, the rhythm was messy, and the playing was intermittent.

I felt her vagina contracting, and thought she must have reached her climax, so I suddenly increased the speed of my tongue, and the "plop plop" sound became louder.

"Clang..." The little girl couldn't help but press down hard on the entire row of piano keys with both hands, making a loud sound. Then she pressed her hands on my head and clamped my head between her legs.

"Ah..." She pressed my head down hard, her whole body stiff. At this moment, I felt her vagina flowing out in gushes, and I opened my mouth to receive her nectar.

After a minute, her stiff body finally relaxed, and she collapsed. And I just got up and hugged her.

The little girl leaned softly against me, her cheeks flushed, eyes half-closed, and breathless, her small mouth slightly open. A pleasant feeling seemed to still linger throughout her body.

"How are you feeling?" I gently shook her a few times. She seemed to wake up then.

"Very comfortable..." she said softly, hugging me.

"But you seemed to have played a lot of wrong parts just now!"

"That...that's because of the teacher..." the little girl said, dissatisfied.

"A wrong note is a wrong note!" I said with a smile. "You have to be punished!"

"Okay!" The little girl reluctantly pulled open my button. "Same as last time, right!" She took out my penis and lowered her head to take it in her mouth.

Watching her suck and lick so hard, a feeling of excitement came over me. I felt my lower body was even more swollen than before. "Yes...it's that concave place...oh..." I felt very comfortable. I

don't know if the little girl hadn't gotten the hang of it yet, or if it was because I had recently eaten a lobster feast, but I didn't show any signs of ejaculating. Her mouth was already sore, and she spat it out in frustration.

"Why hasn't it taken so long...I'm tired." She was very dissatisfied with my penis still being hard.

"Okay! The punishment ends here." I said with a smile. "You did well, that's enough." "

Then...can I..." she looked up at me.

"Can I what?" I answered with a smile.

"Teacher, you're so mean! You know I'm embarrassed to say it." Her face turned red again.

"Okay, okay! I know what you mean."

"I want it the same as last time!"

"Okay..." I picked her up from behind, sat on the piano bench, and let her sit on my lap. Then I adjusted the height of the piano bench so she could sit on my lap and play the piano.

She grabbed my penis and aimed it at her vagina, then slowly sat down. "Mmm..." she hummed softly, gradually letting it in. Her vagina was tight, but because she was producing enough vaginal fluid, it slid in slowly.

When she slid all the way in, I held her waist, squatted slightly, and then slowly moved up and down.

"Ah... ah..." she hummed along with my movements.

"Don't... just moan!" I stopped moving while holding her. "Start playing!"

She reluctantly stretched out her little hands and placed them on the piano keys. So I rhythmically tapped up and down the keys, and she played along with my tapping.

The "ding-dong" sound echoed out of the music room. The neighbors might hear beautiful music, but they'd never guess this little girl was playing the piano this way.

I even used a heavier touch on the fast tempo parts of the piece, creating a "slap slap slap" sound that mingled with the piano music. She hummed softly, yet her hands still played with practiced ease. I think she could probably do a singing and playing performance someday.

However, her vagina was so tight I couldn't take it. The feeling was tingling all over, and I couldn't resist.

So I stood up, lifted her up, and held her in a prone position, her two white legs spread apart on either side of my waist. I lifted her up again, aligned her vagina with my penis, and inserted it again. Then I started to move my hips.

At this point, she was completely held by me, her hands still playing on the piano. I could easily thrust in and out of her vagina, the depth and force completely under my control.

The "slap slap slap" sound grew louder with my increased force, until she could no longer bear it and stopped playing. Her whole body went limp, her forearms slamming onto the keys with a loud "bang," the sound echoing throughout the room for about twenty seconds before gradually subsiding.

As the piano music stopped, her cries grew louder.

"Ah...ah...ah...Teacher..." she slurred, her words incoherent.

I quickened my thrusts, feeling her vagina begin to contract.

"Ah..." Her vagina tightened, gripping my penis tightly. Then came the contracting and relaxing, a sensation I couldn't bear.

So I began thrusting even faster, feeling her juices flow down my penis. Her vagina felt hotter and more slippery.

Then, her muscles contracted, and she stretched her legs behind me, hooking me tightly. However, she started trembling violently, her vagina contracting rhythmically.

I couldn't take it anymore, "Ah..." I thrust deeply and ejaculated.

************

The sound of knocking woke me up.

I woke up from my chair and quickly said, "Come in."

It was the girl's mother. "I'm sorry I'm late, my boss suddenly made me work overtime today."

"It's okay." I said with a smile.

"My Beibei hasn't caused you any trouble, has she?"

"No, she's very well-behaved."

"Beibei?" She called out halfway, then I whispered "Shh" to her.

"Keep your voice down, she's sleeping." I told her, pointing to the little girl sleeping on the sofa.

"I'll help you carry her to your car."

"Thank you."

"Goodnight, teacher." The little girl walked into the practice room.

"How's your practice going lately?" I looked up at her, taking my eyes off my book. She was wearing a white dress, her waist-length hair cascading down like a waterfall, looking like a little princess.

"I still make mistakes!" the little girl said, a little annoyed.

"You'll get better with practice," I comforted her, patting her shoulder. "Try practicing now."

The little girl sat on the piano bench, stretched out her little hands, and began to play on the keys.

"Very good!" I praised her after listening.

"But..." the little girl looked up. "Now is the time to concentrate; otherwise, I'll make mistakes if I'm not careful."

"That's a problem," I thought, tilting my head. "Okay, let's try it and see if your concentration is enough. You start playing, and then I'll try to distract you."

So, the little girl started playing again. Looking at her focused expression, one thinks of the saying, "A serious woman is the most beautiful." Actually, a serious little girl is also adorable.

I made funny faces to make her laugh, and she burst out laughing and couldn't continue playing.

"No! You need to concentrate," I said with a smile. "Okay, as long as you don't make any mistakes, I'll give you a prize!"

"What kind of prize?"

"Ta-da... a set of Hello Kitty magnets!" I pulled out my secret weapon. The

little girl reached out with both hands when she saw it, but I took it away. "No, you can only have it if you don't make any mistakes."

Hearing this, the little girl immediately became serious, stretched out her hands, and started playing again.

She was playing "Ballade pour Audrey," a piece often heard on the piano. Ever since I played Richard Clayderman's version for her, she'd become obsessed with it and kept begging me to teach her. But at the time, she wasn't good enough and refused, even pouting.

I never expected that after all this time, she would play it so well. And we'd become much closer. The once shy little girl even started telling me jokes.

Seeing how focused she was on playing, I couldn't resist teasing her a little. She was wearing a sleeveless dress, and you could see two small pink bumps on her chest from the side. I couldn't help but reach out and touch them a couple of times.

She was startled when I touched her breast halfway through her piece. "Ah... Teacher, it tickles!"

But because her hands were on the keys, just as she was about to lift them, I whispered in her ear, "Play carefully. I'm training you to concentrate! You don't want to make a mistake on stage, do you?"

She had no choice but to endure the tickling and slowly continue playing. At the same time, I gently pinched and rubbed her nipples with my fingers.

Although her hands were on the piano, her body still squirmed a little, unable to bear the tickling. But the lure of the prize forced her to endure the tickling and finish the rest of the piece.

As soon as she finished, the little girl turned around to protest. "Teacher, you're so mean! You're just bullying me!" Her lips were pouting, and she even punched me with her little hand.

I could only smile apologetically. "Don't be angry! I'm training you to concentrate! You don't want to make a mistake on stage because of an unexpected situation, do you?" At that moment, I was quite impressed with myself for being able to come up with such a twisted logic.

The little girl's anger subsided after I gave her a whole set of Hello Kitty magnets. She played with them for a while, then turned to me and said, "Actually, I... I don't mind you doing this, teacher!"

"Really?" I saw her face turn red.

"Because... I like you, teacher!" the little girl said directly.

"Oh... then do you mind me touching you like this?" I reached out and touched her white thigh.

"Um..." she lowered her head shyly.

"How about this?" My fingers slipped under her skirt, slowly approaching her panties. Only when I touched them did I realize they were a little wet. The girl's mons pubis was soft and warm. I gently rubbed her vulva between her labia with my fingers through her panties. The

little girl's eyes narrowed, her whole face turned red, and she bit her lip, seemingly enduring it. I used my other hand to hug her waist from behind, and the little girl's body leaned limply against me.

"Can you play it again?" I whispered, breathing into her ear.

"Mmm..." The little girl nodded, her eyes opening wide and watery, and she began to play again.

The tinkling sounds of the piano flowed out once more. I massaged her soft, moist vulva in rhythm with the piano.

The little girl seemed to have gotten used to my rhythm, playing along perfectly with my beat. I sped up, and she sped up; I slowed down, and she slowed down. Soon, her panties were soaked.

"Your panties are wet!" I whispered in her ear. "Shall I take them off for you?"

"Mmm..." The little girl nodded, her eyes closed.

I pulled down her panties, which had a wet patch on them, and began to spread her vulva, covering my fingers with her juices. The girl's mons pubis was smooth and soft to the touch. I couldn't help but squat down, carefully examining her lovely place.

Her labia were pink and glistening with moisture, and the tiny pink clitoris hidden at the tip of her vulva hardened. When I gently touched it, she let out a soft "Mmm," and her fingers fumbled, playing a few wrong notes.

"It's okay, keep playing..." I said, lowering my face closer to her private parts.

A unique scent, characteristic of young girls, tempted me to savor it. I gently touched her with my tongue, lightly licking her a few times. Her playing slowed, each note played with difficulty.

The scent of young girls was distinctive, and her vulva slowly oozed moisture, mingling with my saliva. I gently sucked, and with a "whoosh," the air current created a vibration.

"Ah..." the little girl moaned. Her hands, unsure where to go, hung suspended in the air.

"Keep playing, don't stop," I said

, and the little girl had no choice but to endure, playing one note at a time. But because my tongue kept sliding around on her labia and clitoris, the rhythm was chaotic, and the music played intermittently.

I felt her vagina contracting, and thinking she must have reached her climax, I suddenly increased the speed of my tongue, and the "plop plop" sounds became louder.

"Clang..." The little girl couldn't help but press down hard on the entire row of piano keys with both hands, making a loud sound. Then she pressed her hands on my head and clamped my head between her legs.

"Ah..." She pressed my head down hard, her whole body stiff. At this moment, I felt her vagina flowing out in gushes, and I opened my mouth to receive her nectar.

After a minute, her stiff body finally relaxed, and she collapsed. I got up and hugged her.

The little girl leaned softly against me, her cheeks flushed, her eyes half-closed, her mouth slightly open and panting. It seemed that the pleasant feeling was still spreading throughout her body.

"How does it feel?" I gently shook her a few times. She seemed to wake up just then.

"It feels so good..." she said softly, hugging me.

"But you seemed to have played a lot of wrong notes just now!"

"That...that's because of you, teacher..." the little girl said, dissatisfied.

"Playing wrong notes is playing wrong notes!" I said with a smile. "You have to be punished!"

"Okay!" the little girl reluctantly pulled open my button. "Same as last time, right!" She took out my penis and lowered her head to take it in her mouth.

Watching her suck and lick so vigorously, a feeling of excitement came over me. I felt my lower body was even more swollen than before. "Yes...it's that concave place...oh..." I felt very comfortable.

I don't know if the little girl hadn't gotten the hang of it yet, or if it was because I had recently eaten a lobster feast, but I didn't show any signs of ejaculating. Her mouth was already sore, and she spat it out in frustration.

"Why hasn't it taken so long...I'm tired." She was very dissatisfied with my penis still being hard.

"Okay! The punishment ends here." I said with a smile. "You did well, that's enough."

"Then...can I..." she looked up at me.

"Can I do what?" I replied with a smile.

"Teacher, you're so mean! You know I'm too embarrassed to say it." Her face turned red again.

"Okay, okay! I know what you mean."

"I want it the same as last time!"

"Okay, okay..." I picked her up from behind, sat on the piano bench, and let her sit on my lap. Then I adjusted the height of the piano bench so she could sit on my lap and play the piano.

She grabbed my penis and aimed it at her vagina, then slowly sat down. "Mmm..." she hummed softly, gradually letting it in. Her vagina was tight, but because she was secreting enough vaginal fluid, it could slowly slide in.

When she slid all the way in, I held her waist, squatted up slightly, and then slowly moved up and down.

"Ah... ah..." she hummed along with my movements.

"Don't... just moan!" I stopped moving while holding her. "Start playing!"

She reluctantly stretched out her little hands and placed them on the piano keys. So I rhythmically tapped up and down the beat, and she played along with my tapping.

The tinkling sounds drifted out of the music room. The neighbors might hear the beautiful music, but they would never guess that this little girl was playing the piano in this way.

In the fast-paced parts of the piece, I deliberately used a heavier touch. The "slap slap slap" sound mingled with the piano music. She hummed softly, yet her hands still played with practiced ease. I think she could probably do a singing and playing performance someday.

However, her vagina was just too tight; I couldn't take it. The feeling was tingling all over, and I couldn't resist.

So I stood up, supporting her and suspending her in a prone position. Her two white legs were spread apart on either side of my waist. I lifted her up again, aligned her vagina with my penis, and inserted it again. Then I started to twist my waist.

At this point, she was completely held by me, her hands still playing the piano. I easily thrust in and out of her vagina. The depth and force were completely under my control.

The "slap slap slap" sound grew louder with my force, and she felt she couldn't take it anymore and stopped playing. She went limp, her forearms slamming onto the piano keys with a loud "bang," the sound echoing throughout the room for about twenty seconds before gradually subsiding.

As the piano music stopped, her cries grew louder and louder.

"Ah...ah...ah...Teacher..." she slurred, her words incoherent.

I quickened my thrusts, feeling her vagina begin to contract.

"Ah..." Her vagina tightened, gripping my penis tightly. Then came the contracting and relaxing, a sensation I couldn't bear.

I began thrusting even faster, feeling her juices flow down my penis. Her vagina felt hotter and more slippery.

Then, her muscles contracted, and she stretched her legs behind me, hooking me tightly. She began to tremble violently, her vagina contracting in rhythm with her movements.

I couldn't take it anymore. "Ah..." I thrust deeply and ejaculated.

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The sound of knocking on the door woke me up.

I woke up from my chair and quickly said, "Come in."

It was the girl's mother. "I'm sorry I'm late, my boss suddenly made me work overtime today."

"It's okay," I said with a smile.

"My Beibei didn't cause you any trouble, did she?"

"No, she's very well-behaved."

"Beibei?" She called out halfway, then I whispered "Shh" to her.

"Keep your voice down, she's sleeping." I told her, pointing to the little girl sleeping on the sofa.

"I'll help you carry her to your car."

"Thank you."

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