The Pervy Piper

In the small quiet vacation city of Montego Bay, Jamaica, everything was as normal. In the beach resorts next to the clear crystal blue sea, vacationers were partying and having fun like nobody's business.

Yet, no one knew about the events which were about to unfold today.

Sabrina Diaz was one of those caught up in the mystical incident.

She was taking a much-needed break in this beautiful city, drinking and admiring the view at the resort bar overlooking the picturesque beach.

Just then, a mysterious figure emerged from God knows where. Instantly, all eyes were on him and conversation turned to silence as the figure stood out like a sore thumb.

He was of average height, yet had unnaturally pale skin as if he never went outside all his life. He was cloaked in a ragged and torn brown cloak, and on his head was an ancient-looking black Tudor flat cap. His eyes were a piercing blue and his face looked gaunt.

Before anyone could comment on this out-of-place individual, he took out a pipe which he placed gently towards his lips.

In an instant, he skillfully played a hypnotizing melody. The men immediately fell asleep, slumping over. The women started to grow more daring, taking off all their clothes and moving along to the rhythm.

Sabrina was one of those women. She stripped down to reveal her plump and perky tits and ass like it was natural. She smiled and bobbed along to the rhythm while swaying her hips sensually, lost in a trance.

What a beautiful song, I must dance along... Sabrina had been convinced by the enchanting melody, swinging her hips back and forth with passion.