Vapor y rendición

The sauna door hissed shut behind me, thick clouds of steam curling around her like a lover's breath. Elena stood there naked, water beading on her full tits and the curve of her hips, her dark eyes locking onto mine with raw hunger that made my cock twitch instantly. She was the guest who'd been flirting with me all night at the bar, now alone in the private sauna of the upscale spa after hours.

"Couldn't stop thinking about you, Mark," she whispered, her voice low and smoky. She stepped closer, the heat making her skin flush pink. "The way you mixed my drink... those hands. I wanted them on me."

I swallowed hard, my towel dropping to the wooden bench. My dick was already half-hard from the sight of her. "You sure about this, Elena? Here?"

She answered by pressing her wet body against mine, her nipples grazing my chest. Her hand wrapped around my thickening cock, stroking slowly. "I want you to fuck my throat. Right now. Make me choke on it."

The explicit heat hit fast. I gripped her damp hair, guiding her down to her knees on the warm slats. Steam swirled around us as she opened her mouth wide, tongue out, eyes watering already from the humidity. My cock slid past her lips, thick and veiny, stretching her mouth. She moaned around it, the vibration shooting straight to my balls.

"Fuck, your mouth is so hot," I groaned, pushing deeper. Her throat tightened, gagging wetly as the head breached her gullet. Saliva spilled down her chin, mixing with sweat. I held her head steady, hips rocking, fucking her face with slow, deliberate thrusts. The sounds were obscene—gluck, gluck—echoing off the tiled walls.

Elena looked up at me, mascara starting to run, but her eyes burned with lust. "Harder... please, Mark. Use my throat like a pussy."

I got braver, fingers tangling tighter in her wet strands. I pulled her forward until her nose pressed into my pelvis, my full length buried. Her throat convulsed around me, milking my shaft in rhythmic spasms. She gagged hard, but her hands gripped my ass, pulling me in deeper. Tears streamed down her cheeks, yet she didn't pull away.

"Goddamn, you're taking every inch," I panted, the heat of the sauna making us both slick. I eased back just enough for her to gasp a breath, strings of spit connecting her lips to my glistening cock. Then I drove in again, faster, the wet slaps of my balls against her chin filling the steamy air. Her tits bounced with each thrust, nipples hard as pebbles.

We shifted—she lay back on the wide bench, head hanging off the edge. Perfect angle. I stood over her, sliding my dick back into her eager mouth. This time I went rougher, hips snapping as I throat-fucked her properly. Her hands flew to her own pussy, fingers rubbing her swollen clit furiously while I used her. The gagging grew louder, wetter, her throat bulging visibly with each deep plunge.

"Yes... just like that," she managed to gurgle between thrusts, voice hoarse. "Fill me up. I want your cum straight down my throat."

My pace turned frantic, skin slapping, sweat dripping from my brow onto her heaving breasts. The tension built like a coil—her tight, spasming throat, the sight of her flushed face, the way her body writhed in pleasure from fingering herself. I felt my balls tighten.

"I'm gonna cum," I growled, burying myself to the hilt one last time. Her throat fluttered wildly as thick ropes of cum shot deep, straight into her belly. She swallowed convulsively, milking every drop, a few tears mixing with the mess on her face.

I pulled out slowly, my spent cock twitching as she gasped for air, lips swollen and shiny. She licked them, smiling up at me with a wrecked, satisfied grin. "That was... intense."

We collapsed together on the bench, bodies tangled and slick. The sauna's heat wrapped around us like a blanket as our breathing slowed. Later, as dawn crept in, we slipped out to the quiet lounge. I made us strong coffee, black and steaming. Elena sat across from me in a soft robe, stealing glances over the rim of her mug, her throat still faintly hoarse when she laughed at my dumb jokes. The tension lingered in those looks—promise of more nights like this.