Old Flames, Hard Again

The moment I stepped into the soft-lit studio, my cock twitched hard against my jeans. There she was—Elena, my high-school crush—bent over a tripod in tight black leggings that hugged every curve of her juicy ass, her white blouse unbuttoned just enough to show the swell of her full tits. Ten years hadn’t changed a thing; if anything, she looked hotter, more confident. The air smelled of fresh coffee and warm skin.

“Alex? Holy shit, is that really you?” She straightened up, her green eyes widening, a slow smile spreading across her red lips. “My 11 a.m. appointment is my old chem partner? This is wild.”

“Yeah, it’s me,” I said, voice already a little rough. My erection was growing fast, thick and obvious, and I didn’t even try to hide it. “Didn’t know you became a photographer. You look… incredible.”

Elena’s gaze dropped straight to the bulge straining my zipper. Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she licked her lower lip.

“Seems like some things never change,” she murmured, stepping closer. The studio lights hummed softly around us. “You always got hard when I was near. Remember that time in the library stacks?”

“Hard to forget,” I answered, pulse hammering. “You teased me for weeks after.”

She reached out, bold as ever, and cupped the rigid outline of my cock through my jeans. Her fingers squeezed gently, feeling its heat and thickness. I groaned low in my throat.

“Well, I’m not teasing now,” Elena whispered, eyes sparkling with mischief and hunger. “I’ve thought about this cock for years. Want to see if it still reacts the same way to me?”

“Fuck yes,” I breathed.

She dropped to her knees right there on the soft studio rug, the camera equipment forgotten. Her hands worked my belt open with practiced ease, tugging my jeans and boxers down in one motion. My erection sprang free, heavy and veined, the head already glistening with precum. Elena’s breath caught.

「ああ、覚えていたよりさらに大きいわ」と彼女は言い、温かい指を太い竿に巻き付けた。根元から先端までゆっくりと扱き、手首を絶妙にひねった。「見て…もう私のためにこんなに硬くなってる」

I tangled my fingers in her dark hair as she leaned in. Her tongue flicked out, licking a wet stripe up the underside of my cock before swirling around the swollen head. The wet heat of her mouth made my knees weak. Then she took me deeper—lips stretching wide around my girth, sucking hard while her hand pumped what wouldn’t fit.

「くそ、エレナ…お前の口、最高に気持ちいい」俺はうめき、腰をそっと揺らした。彼女は俺のペニスをくわえたまま鼻歌を漏らし、その振動が直接睾丸に響いた。唾液が竿を伝って滴り落ちる中、彼女はより速く上下し、頬をへこませ、目に涙を浮かべながらも俺の目を見つめていた。

After a few intense minutes she pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to my throbbing cock. “I need you inside me. Now.”

She stood, shoving her leggings and panties down in one quick motion. Her shaved pussy was already slick and puffy, clit peeking out. Elena turned, bracing her hands on the edge of the photography table, arching her back so her ass pushed out invitingly. The studio lights cast a golden glow over her smooth skin.

I kicked my pants the rest of the way off and stepped up behind her. Gripping my erection, I rubbed the fat head up and down her wet slit, teasing her entrance. She whimpered.

“Stop playing around and fuck me, Alex. I’ve waited ten years for this cock.”

With one firm thrust I buried myself balls-deep in her tight, dripping pussy. The sudden heat and grip made us both moan loudly. I grabbed her hips and started pounding her hard, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the studio. Her tits bounced inside her open blouse with every deep stroke.

“Yes… harder,” she gasped, pushing back to meet me. “Fill me up. I want to feel every inch.”

I reached around and found her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles while I fucked her faster. Her pussy clenched around my dick like a vice, juices coating my balls. The tension built fast—her moans turning into desperate cries.

“Alex… I’m gonna cum… don’t stop!”

オーガズムが訪れると彼女の全身が震え、突き入れる私のチンポの周りでアソコが激しく痙攣した。私は自分の射精を追い求めて動き続け、濡れたぐちゅぐちゅという音は淫らで完璧だった。もう我慢できなくなったとき、私は抜いて彼女の体を回転させ、再び膝をつかせた。

“Open your mouth,” I growled.

Elena did, tongue out, eyes eager. I stroked my slick cock twice more and erupted—thick ropes of cum painting her tongue, lips, and chin. She swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked the rest off her fingers with a satisfied little laugh.

We stayed there panting, foreheads pressed together, the camera on its tripod still watching silently.

“Best reunion ever,” she whispered, voice husky. “Next time we do this, I’m bringing the lights and taking actual pictures… for us.”

I kissed her messy lips, already feeling my cock twitch with fresh interest. “Deal. But only if you promise to stay on your knees a little longer this time.”

Elena grinned, wicked and warm. “For you? Anytime.”