オフィスパーティーでのパリの囁き

The moment I spotted her across the crowded conference room, my cock twitched like it remembered every filthy night we'd shared in Paris three years ago. Elise Moreau, the French marketing director who'd transferred back to our Paris HQ, stood there in a tight black dress that hugged her perky tits and that juicy ass I used to spank raw. The office holiday party pulsed with cheap champagne and bad music, but all I could think about was bending her over the nearest desk again. Tension crackled between us the second our eyes locked—she bit her lower lip, that signature move that always meant she was already wet.

"Mon dieu, it's really you, Jake," she purred as I approached, her French accent thicker than I remembered, wrapping around my name like a warm tongue. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief under the dim lights. "You look... hungry. Still thinking about that little apartment on Rue de Rivoli?"

I stepped closer, smelling her perfume—jasmine and something darker, like pure sex. "Every fucking day, Elise. The way you'd moan my name when I buried my cock in that tight French pussy of yours. You here alone tonight?"

She laughed softly, sipping her champagne, but her free hand brushed my thigh under the cover of the crowd. "Oui, alone. My husband is in Lyon for business. Pity." Her fingers grazed higher, teasing. "But you... you could fix that. Remember how I liked it rough?"

The explicit heat hit fast. We slipped into the empty executive office down the hall, locking the door behind us with a click that sounded like a starting gun. Elise shoved me against the desk, dropping to her knees in one fluid motion. Her manicured fingers yanked my zipper down, freeing my throbbing dick.

"Fuck, it's even bigger than I remembered," she whispered, her hot breath teasing the swollen head. "This thick American cock... mmm." She didn't tease long. Her red lips stretched wide as she took me deep, slurping noisily, her tongue swirling around the shaft while she bobbed. Saliva dripped down my balls as she deepthroated me, gagging softly but pushing further, those green eyes watering as she looked up.

「くそっ、エリーズ…そのまましゃぶれよ、この淫らなフランス娘め」と私はうめき、彼女の絹のような黒髪に指を絡めてリズムを導いた。彼女の口から響く濡れた音が部屋を満たした——じゅぷっ、じゅぷっ——彼女のくぐもった喘ぎ声と混ざり合って。彼女は私の睾丸を包み込み、揉みしだきながら、もう片方の手で根元を扱き、絶妙にひねった。私の腰は突き上がり、マスカラが涙でにじむまで彼女の可愛い顔を犯した。

She pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to my glistening cock. "Now fuck me, Jake. I need this pussy filled." Standing, she hiked up her dress, revealing no panties—just a shaved, glistening slit already dripping down her thighs. She bent over the mahogany desk, spreading her legs, that perfect ass presented like an offering.

I didn't hesitate. Grabbing her hips, I slammed into her wet heat in one thrust, her walls clenching around me like a vice. "Goddamn, you're soaked. This French cunt still grips like it was made for me."

"Oui, harder! Fuck me like you used to—make me scream!" she cried, pushing back to meet every pounding stroke. The desk creaked under us as I railed her, my balls slapping her clit with each deep drive. I reached around, rubbing her swollen nub in tight circles, feeling her tremble. Her tits bounced free from the dress, nipples hard as I pinched one.

We switched fast—she spun around, hopping onto the desk and wrapping her long legs around my waist. I plunged back in, fucking her face-to-face now, our mouths crashing in messy kisses tasting of champagne and her lipstick. "I'm gonna cum... don't stop, putain!" she gasped, her nails digging into my back.

Her pussy spasmed hard, squirting a little as she came with a sharp cry, soaking my cock and the desk. The sight pushed me over—I pulled out at the last second, stroking furiously. "Open your mouth, baby." She did, tongue out, and I painted her tongue and tits with thick ropes of cum, watching it drip down her chin as she swallowed what landed on her lips.

Panting, she licked the last drop from my tip, smiling that wicked French smile. "We should do office parties more often, non? Next time, maybe my hotel room."

I kissed her sticky lips, already hardening again. "Count on it."