The smell of vaginal fluid in the music room

Back then, my ex-girlfriend and I were deeply in love. I loved spending time with her. Once, we went to a building at her school, which was used for art students to practice vocal music. It had instruments like pianos, but they were like small private rooms. Usually, a room could fit a piano, a piano bench, and a set of desks. The walls were soundproof, and the doors were wooden with locks but had glass windows. However, there were also suites, with two rooms and two pianos. Two people could only use them together, and the rooms weren't very big.

The first time I went, she and her classmate were in the suite. She was outside, and her classmate was inside. Later, her classmate had to go back, leaving just her and me. So she suggested practicing on the piano inside. I had a feeling something important was going on, so I agreed. At first, she was very focused, and I almost fell asleep. I just leaned on the desk and dozed off for a while. It was winter, and my girlfriend said, "Come here, sit next to me. Don't sleep there, it's cold." So we sat on the piano bench, and as we practiced, our lips touched. My girlfriend started humming, and I couldn't resist anymore. I locked the outside door from the inside. The suite door didn't have glass, so I just closed it. I pinned her against the wall and started kissing her from behind. Later, I pulled her stockings down to her knees and penetrated her from behind.

That time was very exciting; she moaned loudly. I was afraid the neighbors would hear, worried the soundproofing wasn't good. After that, we both became addicted. She wanted more and told me she wanted to practice the piano.

One time, in a private practice room, she played for a while, and I sensed she was distracted. I told her to practice properly, since she had an exam coming up. But then she hugged me and said she wanted more. I said, "What should we do? We can see through the glass door." At that moment, she took out a piece of paper from her desk; it seemed to have the rules for using the practice room written on it, and stuck it on the glass. I shamelessly closed the piano lid, stripped her down, and had her sit on the lid—the angle was perfect. It felt so wonderful. Afterward, I lifted her off and found the lid was covered in liquid. Before we could even get dressed, there was a knock at the door. We got dressed with lightning speed. It was a younger schoolgirl who asked my ex-girlfriend for a sheet music. She seemed surprised to see me because I usually practice alone; boyfriends aren't allowed. My ex-girlfriend calmly explained the piece, and the younger girl left, blushing. Maybe she caught a whiff of our romance.

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