Sesión de estudio con la casera

The summer rain hammered against the tall windows of the old brick building, turning the converted warehouse into a steamy greenhouse of desire. I had been renting the top-floor apartment from her for three months, and every time our eyes met in the hallway my cock twitched with unspoken want. Elena, my landlady, was a sharp-tongued bartender who moonlighted as a photographer, and tonight she had lured me down to her studio with the promise of “just a few test shots for my portfolio.”

“Close the door, Jake,” she said, voice low and smoky as she adjusted a softbox.

Her black silk blouse clung to full breasts, the top three buttons already undone from the humidity, revealing the lace edge of a crimson bra.

I swallowed hard, pulse hammering. “You sure this is just for the portfolio, Elena?”

She smirked, stepping closer until I could smell her vanilla-lime bartender scent mixed with rain.

“Shut up and sit on the stool. Hands on your thighs. Good boy.”

Her fingers brushed my knee as she tilted my chin, and that single touch sent electricity straight to my groin. The explicit heat between us had been building for weeks; now it snapped.

Within moments her mouth was on mine, hungry and demanding. I groaned into the kiss, tasting the faint gin from her shift, while my hands slid up her sides, popping the remaining buttons of her blouse one by one. The silk whispered open, exposing those heavy tits cupped in red lace. Elena moaned softly, pressing closer, her nipples hardening against my palms as I cupped and squeezed.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” she breathed against my lips, biting the lower one. “Every time you tipped me at the bar I imagined you bending me over the counter.”

Her fingers worked my belt open with bartender efficiency, yanking my jeans down just enough to free my thick cock. It sprang up, heavy and veined, already leaking at the tip. She wrapped her hand around the shaft, stroking slowly, thumb circling the slick head while we kept kissing, tongues sliding, breaths mingling.

I pushed the blouse off her shoulders; it pooled at her elbows. Reaching behind, I unhooked the bra, letting her tits spill free. They were magnificent, soft and heavy with dark nipples begging for attention. I pinched one, rolling it between fingers, and she arched with a sharp gasp.

“Harder, Jake. Don’t be shy now.”

I obeyed, tugging and twisting while my other hand slid under her short leather skirt. No panties. Just smooth, wet pussy lips already drenched. My fingers parted her slit, finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight circles. Elena’s hips jerked, her grip on my cock tightening until I hissed.

She kicked off her heels, skirt sliding down tanned thighs. Naked except for the open blouse hanging from her arms, she looked like pure sin under the studio lights. I stood, spinning her toward the velvet chaise she used for boudoir shoots. Elena bent forward, bracing her hands on the backrest, juicy ass pushed out, back arched.

I rubbed my cock along her soaked pussy, coating the head in her cream. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want your cock inside me, right now. Fill your landlady’s cunt.”

One thrust and I buried myself to the balls in tight, pulsing heat. She cried out, walls clenching around me. I grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto every stroke, the wet slap of skin echoing through the studio. Rain pounded the windows in rhythm with my pounding.

I reached around, fingers finding her clit again, rubbing fast while I fucked her deep and steady. Elena’s moans grew louder, broken.

“Yes… right there… don’t stop, fuck me harder.”

Her tits swung with each thrust, nipples brushing the velvet. I leaned over her back, kissing the nape of her neck, one hand sliding up to pinch and tug those sensitive peaks. The angle let me grind against her g-spot until her legs started shaking.

She came first, pussy spasming wildly, a hot gush soaking my balls. “Oh god, Jake… I’m coming on your cock!”

I kept thrusting through it, drawing it out until she whimpered. Then I pulled out, spun her around, and sat on the chaise, dragging her onto my lap facing me. Her knees sank into the cushions on either side of my hips. She sank down again, taking every inch in one smooth glide, her slick pussy swallowing me whole.

We kissed desperately while she rode me, tits pressed to my chest, nipples dragging through my shirt. My hands roamed her back, down to grip that firm ass, spreading her cheeks as I thrust up to meet her. The wet sounds of her cunt sliding up and down my dick filled the room. She bit my shoulder through the fabric, moaning my name.

“Gonna come again… fill me, Jake. I want to feel you pulsing inside.”

Her words pushed me over. I gripped her hips, slamming up hard, and erupted. Thick ropes of cum flooded her clenching pussy, spilling out around my shaft as she ground down through her second orgasm, trembling and gasping.

We stayed locked together, foreheads pressed, breaths ragged, rain still drumming on the glass. Her fingers traced lazy circles on my neck.

Elena smiled, wicked and sated, and whispered against my lips,

“Session’s not over yet. I still need those test shots… and maybe round two on the backdrop.”

CATEGORIES: [Landlady, In the Studio, Big Cock, Wet Pussy, Passionate Sex, Mature, Lingerie]