Jessica Jaymes, a vision in black lace, transforms a mundane piano lesson into a symphony of sin. Her slender fingers, meant for ivory, instead trace the curves of her body, lingering on her hard nipples and the damp gusset of her panties. Slipping a hand beneath the flimsy fabric, she fingers her slick folds, her breath hitching in time with the rhythm of her self-love. She's a virtuoso of masturbation, playing her instrument with such skill, it's enough to make the piano jealous.