A chap on an apartment terrace above spectacular Anna has been watching her play and getting an eagle's eye view of her deep cleavage nestled in her low-cut, form-fitting dress. He asks Anna if she'd like to come upstairs and entertain him, using the old routine of, "Hey, Miss Guitar Lady, play a song for me." Anna's game to play and sashays up the steps.
Anna strums a bit in his apartment, but she already knows he's a lot more interested in fine-tuning her ripe, soft body than in her musical performances...except when it comes to her playing the skin flute. At that, Anna is a virtuoso. She's here to play; he wants to lay. She sees the swelling she's produced and takes immediate steps to make it even harder. They fall into bed for a symphony of sex, making beautiful music together.
Once again, our hats, not to mention our pants, are off to the amazing Anna Beck, a woman we can't get enough of.
