試着室の情事

Her calloused fingers wrapped around my hand, her skin burning hot.

"Feel these hands? Strong, right? Six years of milking cows," Lena said, her voice thick with wine. She spread her knees in thin pantyhose, the fabric straining against her thighs. I traced my finger across her palm.

"Ever milked anything besides cows?" The words slipped out before I could stop them.

She let out a low laugh, her eyes glinting. "You're already picturing me milking you, aren't you?"

The air thickened. She stood up and pulled me toward the hotel room, then into an empty fitting room. Mirrors everywhere, dim lighting. Lena drew the curtains shut, her cheeks flushed.

"Strip. I want to see you."

I pulled off my shirt. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a lace bra barely containing her heavy tits. Her skirt dropped to the floor, plain panties already soaked through.

"Here?" I whispered.

"You started this," she said, pressing her hot stomach against mine. "Now I'm going to milk you. For real."

Her hand slid into my boxers, wrapping around my already rock-hard cock. Her fingers were strong, confident. She began moving her palm slowly, squeezing at the base, then sliding up, rubbing her thumb across the head. I groaned.

"Oh, so fucking hard..." she breathed against my lips. "Look at those veins bulging. Like a prize bull."

I reached for her tits, squeezing her nipples through the lace. Lena let out a soft hiss of pleasure.

"Harder... Yeah, just like that. I love having my tits grabbed rough."

We sank down onto the soft carpet of the fitting room. She stripped me completely, then pulled off her own panties. Her pussy was smooth-shaven, just a narrow strip of hair above, already swollen and glistening with her juices. Lena straddled me, but didn't sink down right away—first she dragged her wet slit along my cock, smearing her moisture all over it.

"You feel how wet I am?" she whispered, staring into my eyes. "Soaked because of you... You want me to milk you with my pussy?"

"Yes... please..."

She lowered herself slowly. Hot, tight, drenched. I sank in to the hilt, and she froze, clenching her inner muscles. Then she started to move—not fast, but deep, with long pauses when she'd sit fully down and grind her hips in circles, like she was squeezing every drop out of me.

"Just like that..." she moaned. "You feel me squeezing you? Milking you... Draining every last drop from your cock..."

I grabbed her ass, helping her ride. The sounds were obscene—the wet squelch of her pussy, skin slapping against skin, her heavy breathing. The mirrors around us reflected everything from every angle: her tits bouncing, my cock slick with her juices, disappearing and reappearing inside her.

Then she got on all fours, presenting her ass to me. Wide, sturdy farmer's hips. I slammed into her from behind, and she cried out loud.

"Oh fuck yeah... Deeper! Fuck me any way you want... I'm your bitch tonight..."

I pounded her hard, one hand fisted in her hair, the other slapping her ass. Lena started trembling, her pussy clenching tighter and tighter.

"I'm gonna... fuck... I'm gonna cum!" she screamed.

Her body arched, and hot liquid sprayed from her pussy—she squirted all over the fitting room carpet. I couldn't hold back anymore, pulled out, and came on her back in long thick ropes of cum. She breathed heavily, head hanging down.

"Holy shit..." Lena whispered after a minute, turning around. A satisfied smile played on her lips. "Next time I'm milking you with my mouth. Promise."

We lay on the floor, listening to the distant sounds of the hotel, and we both knew—this night was just getting started.