Rooftop Ahegao

The city lights flickered like a thousand dirty promises beneath us, the warm night breeze carrying the distant hum of traffic and the faint scent of rain on concrete. My pulse hammered as I watched Elena, my yoga teacher, lock the rooftop door behind the last student. She was all tight black leggings that hugged her firm ass and a cropped tank that barely contained her full tits, her dark hair twisted up in a messy bun. Tension crackled between us from the first lingering look she gave me after class—her eyes saying she wanted to break every rule tonight.

"You stayed late on purpose, didn't you, Jake?" Elena purred, stepping closer, her bare feet silent on the cool tiles. "All those deep stretches... I saw how hard you got watching me demonstrate downward dog."

I swallowed, my cock already straining against my shorts. "Guilty. Couldn't stop thinking about bending you over instead of the mat."

She laughed softly, but her cheeks flushed. Her fingers hooked the hem of her tank and peeled it off in one smooth motion, buttons on the straps popping free as the fabric whispered over her skin. Her breasts spilled out, nipples tight from the breeze. I reached for her leggings next, thumbs digging into the waistband, dragging them down her thighs with deliberate tugs that made her hips wiggle. The stretchy material clung to her damp skin before sliding off completely, leaving her naked under the open sky.

"God, you're soaked already," I growled, my palm sliding between her legs. Her pussy was slick, lips puffy and ready. Elena moaned, grinding against my hand as she yanked my shorts down, freeing my thick cock. It slapped against my stomach, veins pulsing.

"Fuck me right here, Jake. Make me lose it." Her voice was breathy, urgent. She turned, bracing her hands on the low rooftop wall, arching her back so her juicy ass pushed out. I didn't waste time—gripping her hips, I lined up and thrust deep into her tight pussy in one fast stroke. The wet slap echoed, her walls clenching around me like velvet heat.

"Oh shit... yes!" she gasped, her head tipping back. I pounded into her hard, hips snapping, each thrust making her tits bounce wildly. The city sprawled below, oblivious to how her pussy dripped down my balls with every deep plunge. I reached around, fingers finding her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles while I railed her faster.

Elena's moans turned guttural. Her eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out in that perfect ahegao face—mouth slack, cheeks flushed crimson, a string of drool slipping from her lips as her mind blanked from the pleasure. "Hnnng... c-can't... think... fuck me harder!" she slurred, her expression pure fucked-out bliss, pupils blown wide under the neon glow.

I spanked her ass, the sharp crack making her pussy flutter. We shifted—she spun, hopping up to wrap her legs around my waist as I pinned her against the wall. My cock sank back into her dripping cunt, lifting her with each powerful upward thrust. Her arms looped around my neck, tits smashing against my chest, sweat slicking our skin. The angle hit her g-spot relentlessly; her ahegao intensified, eyes crossing, tongue hanging further as she trembled.

"I'm... gonna... cum!" Elena whined, her voice breaking. Her pussy spasmed hard, squirting warm juices down my thighs in messy pulses. I kept fucking her through it, chasing my own edge, her wrecked face pushing me over. With a deep groan I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her clenching pussy until it overflowed, dripping down her ass.

She slumped against me, still twitching, that dreamy ahegao smile lingering as her tongue flicked lazily across her lips.

But the night was young. "Catch your breath," I whispered, sliding out slowly. "We're not done up here."