深夜のピクセル

私がスタジオのドアに鍵をかけた瞬間、空気が濃くなった。エレナは短い黒いローブ姿で空っぽの受付デスクにもたれかかり、あの長い脚を組み、その黒い瞳はすでに私を挑発していた。会社のカメラマンとして、私は彼女を何度も撮影してきたが、今夜のオフィスは無人で、照明は落とされ、私たちの間の緊張がついに弾けた。

“You sure no one’s coming back?” she whispered, lips curving.

“Security’s done rounds. Just us.” I set my camera on the desk, heart hammering. Her robe slipped open an inch, revealing the lace edge of her bra. My cock twitched hard against my jeans.

Elena’s phone buzzed in her hand. She glanced at the screen, then at me, a wicked little smile forming. “Then maybe we start slow… with this.” She tapped out a message, and my phone vibrated.

The text lit up: *Want to see what’s under the robe?*

My thumbs flew. *Show me.*

She turned slightly, let the robe fall open. The flash of her phone camera lit her cleavage, full tits barely contained by black lace. The picture arrived with a soft chime—her nipples already hard, pushing against the fabric. My mouth went dry.

*Fuck, Elena. Touch them for me.*

She obeyed instantly, one hand sliding under the cup, pinching. Another photo came through: fingers rolling a tight nipple, her lips parted in a silent moan. The empty office echoed with our breathing.

I stepped closer but kept distance, letting the phones do the work. My next text: *Spread your legs. Show me that pussy.*

Elena bit her lip, hiked one heel onto the desk chair. The robe dropped completely. She was shaved smooth, her slit already glistening. The picture that followed was pure filth—two fingers parting her wet lips, clit swollen and shiny. The sight made my dick throb painfully.

*You’re soaked. Finger it.*

Her reply buzzed back with a video this time. Short, shaky clip: her middle finger sinking deep into her tight pussy, then pulling out coated in cream. “Like this?” she typed, voice husky in the quiet room.

“Yeah… just like that,” I murmured aloud, palming my cock through my pants. I sent my own photo—my thick shaft out, veins pulsing, pre-cum beading at the tip.

Her eyes widened at the screen. “God, it’s bigger than I imagined.” She typed fast: *Stroke it while I fuck myself.*

We stood five feet apart, phones in one hand, bodies in the other. I pumped my fist slowly, watching her plunge two fingers in and out, the wet squelch loud in the silent office. Her hips rolled, breath catching.

“Faster,” I texted.

She did, adding a third finger, stretching herself. Her free hand squeezed a tit hard, leaving red marks. The next message from her read: *I’m so close already… want to feel you inside.*

私は二歩で距離を詰め、彼女の体を反転させて机に向かわせた。もう画面は必要ない——私のペニスが一息に彼女の指の代わりをした。彼女のまんこは熱く滴りながら私を締め付け、内壁がひくひくと震えた。

“Oh shit… yes,” Elena gasped, gripping the edge. “Fill me up.”

I drove deep, hips slapping her firm ass. The desk creaked under us. I grabbed her phone, still open to our chat, and angled it to capture my cock disappearing into her stretched cunt. The picture sent to her with a ping.

She laughed breathlessly, then moaned as I changed rhythm—slow, grinding strokes that made her toes curl. “You’re such a dirty photographer… keep going.”

I pulled out, sat in the swivel chair, and yanked her onto my lap facing me. Her tits bounced as she sank back down, taking every inch. We fucked like that, slow then frantic, her nails digging into my shoulders. I sucked a nipple into my mouth while she rode me, her pussy making obscene wet sounds.

“Harder,” she begged, grinding her clit against my pelvis. “Make me cum on your cock.”

I thrust up, gripping her waist, pounding from below. Her head fell back, dark hair spilling. The orgasm hit her hard—pussy spasming, juices flooding my balls. She cried out, voice echoing off the glass walls.

I wasn’t done. Flipping her onto the desk on her back, I hooked her legs over my arms and drove in again, deep and relentless. The new angle made her eyes roll, fresh slick coating us both.

“Cum inside me,” she panted, fingers flying across her phone one last time. The text popped up on my screen even as I fucked her: *Fill this pussy. I want to feel it drip out later.*

That pushed me over. With a guttural groan I buried myself to the hilt and erupted, thick ropes of cum flooding her clenching heat. She milked every drop, trembling through a second, smaller climax.

We stayed locked together, panting, sweat cooling on our skin. Her phone buzzed again on the desk—another message from her own fingers: *Round two in the conference room?*

I kissed her swollen lips, already hard again inside her. “Lead the way.”