Roadside Reunion

The moment I saw her thumb out on the dusty shoulder, my cock twitched like it remembered her before my brain did. Elena. My ex from three wild years ago, standing there in cutoff denim shorts that hugged her juicy ass and a thin white tank top already damp with sweat. I pulled my old pickup over, heart slamming, the air between us crackling with the same filthy tension that used to leave us wrecked and sticky every night.

“Need a ride, stranger?” I asked, leaning across the seat.

She squinted against the sun, then her full lips curved into that wicked smile I’d jerked off to a hundred times since we split. “Alex. Fuck. Of all the cars.” She tossed her backpack in the bed and climbed up, her tits bouncing under the thin fabric. “I’m headed into the city for a shoot. My ride bailed.”

We barely made it five miles before the old spark ignited. Her hand landed on my thigh like it belonged there. “You still get hard that fast when you see me?” she whispered, squeezing.

“Every damn time.” My voice came out rough. I took the next exit and drove straight to my photo studio on the edge of town, the one she’d never seen. The second the door clicked shut behind us, I had her pinned against the white seamless backdrop, mouths crashing together.

“God, I missed this mouth,” she gasped between kisses, tongue sliding hot and eager against mine. Her hands yanked my shirt up, nails scraping down my chest. “Fuck me like you used to, Alex. Right here. I’m already soaked.”

I spun her around, bending her over the tall stool I used for model shoots. Those shorts came down in one tug, revealing her bare, glistening pussy—no panties, just like old times. The scent of her arousal hit me, sweet and musky, making my dick throb painfully against my zipper.

“Still such a slut for me,” I growled low, dropping to my knees. I spread her firm ass cheeks and dragged my tongue straight up her dripping slit, tasting her properly for the first time in years.

Elena moaned loud, pushing back against my face. “Yes… lick my pussy, baby. Deeper.” Her voice cracked when I sucked her swollen clit between my lips, flicking it fast with the tip of my tongue. She was trembling already, thighs shaking around my ears. I slid two fingers into her tight heat, curling them against that spot I knew drove her crazy.

“Oh fuck… right there,” she panted, grinding on my hand. “I’m gonna come already, Alex. Don’t stop—ahh!”

Her pussy clamped down hard, flooding my fingers and tongue with hot cream. I kept licking through it, savoring every spasm until she was whimpering.

I stood up, cock freed and rock-hard, the thick head shiny with precum. Grabbing a fistful of her dark hair, I pulled her upright and guided my dick to her entrance. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want your big cock stretching me. Fill me up,” she begged, voice husky.

I thrust in hard, burying every inch in one stroke. Her walls gripped me like velvet fire, so wet the sound was obscene—wet slaps echoing through the empty studio. I fucked her deep and steady over the stool, one hand on her hip, the other reaching around to rub her clit.

“Harder,” she demanded, looking back at me with those dark, lust-drunk eyes. “Make me feel it tomorrow.”

I gave her what she asked for, pounding faster, my balls smacking her clit with every thrust. The studio lights cast perfect shadows over her bouncing tits and the way her juicy ass rippled each time I slammed home. Sweat slicked our skin, mixing with the sharp smell of sex.

After a few minutes I pulled out, spun her to face me, and lifted her onto the nearby prop table. Cameras and softboxes watched silently as I hooked her legs over my shoulders and sank back inside her dripping pussy. This angle let me go even deeper, grinding against her cervix on every stroke.

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” I groaned, watching my thick cock disappear between her puffy lips again and again. Elena’s head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry as another orgasm built.

“I’m close again… come with me,” she pleaded, fingers digging into my arms. “Fill my pussy, Alex. I want your cum leaking out of me all day.”

Her words pushed me over. I drove in deep and stayed there, cock pulsing as I unloaded rope after thick rope of hot cum straight into her clenching depths. She came right behind me, pussy milking every drop, her juices squirting around my shaft and soaking the table.

We stayed locked together, panting, foreheads pressed close. Her fingers traced lazy circles on my back while my spent cock twitched inside her.

“Best hitchhiking decision I ever made,” she murmured with a soft laugh, kissing me slow and deep.

I smiled against her lips. “Studio’s open all night if you miss your shoot.”

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