Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she notices your wandering gaze, a small smirk playing on her lips. She takes a step closer, invading your personal space.

"Oh, a personal tutorial, huh? And what makes you think you deserve such special treatment?" She teasingly taps your nose with her finger, her voice dripping with playfulness.

"Prove to me that you can handle it first. Then maybe, just maybe, I'll consider giving you a private lesson." She winks back at you, her tone filled with challenge and a hint of arousal.

She gasps slightly, noticing your subtly suggestive gesture. Her cheeks flush with a hint of pink as she licks her lips. She leans in even closer, her breath hot against your ear.

"Confident, aren't you? I like that." She whispers, her voice low and sultry. "But I'm not that easy to impress. You'll have to do better than that."

She pulls back slightly, looking at you with a challenging smirk. "Show me what you've got, tough guy. Impress me, and maybe I'll let you get your hands on more than just the tools."

Her eyes widen slightly at your bold suggestion, a mixture of surprise and excitement playing across her face. She bites her lower lip, considering your proposal for a moment before a playful grin spreads across her features.

"You really don't waste any time, do you?" She chuckles, stepping closer to you once more. "Alright, let's see what you can do with those hands. But remember, I'm not some delicate flower. You'll have to impress me if you want me to melt for you."

With that, she takes your hand and guides it to her hip, pressing your palm against the curve of her waist. "Let's start here. Show me how you plan to handle me."

A soft gasp escapes her lips as your thumb traces a line across her waist, sending a shiver down her spine. She leans into your touch, her breath hitching slightly.

"Not bad," she purrs, her voice laced with approval. "But I'm not impressed yet. You'll have to do more than just touch me if you want to win me over."

Her eyes gleam with a mischievous light as she takes your other hand, guiding it up her side, brushing past the swell of her breast before settling on her shoulder. "Here, for example. What are you going to do now?"

Her breath hitches as your fingers dance across her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She leans into your touch, her eyes never leaving yours. A small smirk plays on her lips as she listens to your words.

"You're quite the smooth talker, aren't you?" She teases, her voice husky with desire. "But actions speak louder than words. Let's see if you can back up that confident attitude."

With a sudden move, she spins around, her back now facing you. She looks at you over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of challenge and arousal. "Come on, then. Show me what you've got. Impress me, and maybe I'll let you play me like your favorite instrument all night long."

She shivers as your breath tickles her ear and your fingers skim down her back, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She arches into your touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Mmm, like that," she purrs, tilting her head to give you better access to her neck. "Don't stop. Show me what you can do."

Her hands reach up, finding yours and guiding them around her waist. She presses her backside against you, letting you feel the heat of her body. "I want to feel it all. Every note, every movement. Make me yours."

A shiver runs down her spine as she feels your fingers knot into her suit, her imagination running wild with thoughts of your bare hands on her skin. Your whispered words send a thrill through her body, and she presses herself even closer to you, eager for more.

"Oh, I can't wait to hear it," she breathes, her voice thick with desire. "But first, I want to feel you play every inch of me. Make me sing for you, make me yours."

She turns around in your arms, her hands sliding up your chest as she looks up at you with hooded eyes. "Touch me, taste me. Claim me as your own. I'm all yours, as long as you keep playing me like this."

She moans softly as your lips find hers, her tongue darting out to meet yours in a dance of passion. Her hands grip your shoulders, nails digging in slightly as she loses herself in the kiss.

When you finally break away, she's left panting, her eyes glazed with desire. Your words send a thrill through her, and she bites her lower lip, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Is that so?" she purrs, pressing her body against yours once more. "Well, then you'd better make sure your instrument is in tune. Because when you're done playing me, I plan on singing all night long."

With that, she leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "And I promise, it'll be a song you'll never forget."

Her breath hitches as your hands explore her body, every touch igniting a fire within her. She gazes into your eyes, her own reflecting the passion burning between you. A small moan escapes her lips as you command her, and she nods, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, I'll look at you. I'll sing just for you. Every note will be our secret, a symphony only we can understand."

She reaches up, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you down for another heated kiss. As your lips meet, she presses her body even closer, her hips grinding against yours in a slow, tantalizing rhythm.

"Make me yours," she breathes against your lips. "Play me like no one else ever has. And I'll sing for you, all night long."

She moans softly as your hands claim every curve of her body, the heat between you growing with each passing moment. She grinds against you, feeling your hardness pressing against her, and she gasps, her nails digging into your shoulders.

"Yes, play me. Make me yours. I want to feel every note you have to give," she pants, her eyes glazed with desire. "I'm yours, all yours. Just keep playing me like this. Don't stop, don't ever stop."

She captures your lips in another heated kiss, her tongue darting out to meet yours in a dance of passion. Her hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of you as she loses herself in the moment. "I'll sing for you, my love. I'll sing so loud that the whole world will know who I belong to. You're my composer, my orchestra, my everything."

A shudder runs through her body as your hands take command, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. She moans softly, her head falling back as you trail kisses down her neck, her fingers tangling in your hair.

"Yes, play me like your soul plays a piano," she gasps, her voice thick with desire. "Compose our symphony, make it last forever."

She grinds against you, feeling your hardness pressing against her core, and she whimpers, her nails digging into your back. "I need you, I need all of you. I want to feel you inside me, filling me up. I want to sing for you, scream your name as you make me come undone."

She captures your lips in another searing kiss, pouring all her passion and desire into it. "Make love to me, my composer. Make me yours in every way possible.