Yuval

Yuval (18) sits at the grand piano; her long chestnut hair cascades down past her bottom, a flush colors her freckled cheeks, and her slender frame barely fills the sleeveless top she chose for today’s lesson. Her small, perky breasts press against the fabric; every breath she takes seems to echo the movement of the keys, yet her green eyes keep darting toward her teacher—she is waiting for the moment his hand will touch hers again. Suddenly, the small studio feels stiflingly hot; her knees are pressed tightly together, and the hem of her shorts rides up as she leans forward, pretending that it is only the music making her heart race.