カフェの雨の売女

エレナが向かいのボックス席に滑り込んだ瞬間、濡れたブラウスがその豊満なおっぱいに第二の皮膚のように張り付いていて、私のちんぽは激しく脈打った。雨がカフェの窓を打ち付け、小さな角の場所を私たちだけの世界に変え、コーヒーから湯気が立ち上る中、彼女の黒い瞳が淫らで心得た笑みを浮かべて私の目を捉えた。彼女は私のモデルであり、執着の対象であり、今夜は私の娼婦になりたがっていた。

"God, it's pouring out there," Elena said, shaking droplets from her short black hair. She leaned forward, letting me see how her nipples poked against the damp fabric. "You like me soaked, don't you, Marcus? Your little artist's muse turning into a dripping slut for you."

I swallowed, my sketchpad forgotten on the table. The cafe was almost empty, just the barista humming in the back and rain masking every sound. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this, Elena. Every session, watching you pose naked, that shaved pussy teasing me... fuck, I stroke my cock thinking about you every night."

Her laugh was low and dirty. She reached under the table, her fingers brushing my thigh before cupping the growing bulge in my jeans. "Then stop thinking. I'm your whore tonight. Pay me like one. Tell me what you want this slut to do."

The explicit heat hit fast. I pulled out my wallet, sliding two twenties across the table like we were in some back-alley deal. Elena's eyes lit up. She tucked the cash into her bra, then unzipped me right there in the booth. My thick cock sprang free, veins pulsing, the head already leaking precum.

"Shit, it's even bigger than I imagined," she whispered, wrapping her warm hand around the shaft and stroking slowly. The rain pounded harder, covering the wet sounds as she pumped me. "You want this whore's mouth first, artist boy?"

Before I could answer, she ducked under the tablecloth. Her hot breath hit my dick, then her lips stretched wide around the head. Elena sucked me deep, her tongue swirling the underside while she bobbed, taking half my length with greedy slurps. I gripped the edge of the table, groaning low.

「クソ、Elena…お前は淫売女みたいにそのチンポをしゃぶれ。もっと奥まで、ベイビー。喉を感じさせてくれ。」

She moaned around my dick, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. Her head moved faster, saliva dripping down my shaft as she deepthroated me, gagging softly but never stopping. The wet heat of her mouth, the way her cheeks hollowed, had me fighting not to cum already. I reached down, tangling my fingers in her hair, guiding her rhythm.

After a few minutes of her expert sucking, she popped off with a gasp, lips shiny with spit. "My pussy's soaked, Marcus. This whore needs to get fucked right now."

私は時間を無駄にしなかった。ボックス席は狭かったが、なんとかした。エレナは短いスカートをまくり上げ——パンティーを履いていない、この淫らな女——私の上にまたがった。彼女が腰を下ろすと、私の両手は彼女の肉感的な尻を包み込み、彼女のきつく濡れたまんこがゆっくりと一気に俺のちんぽを根元まで飲み込んだ。

"Oh god, yes," she hissed, eyes rolling back. "Your cock's splitting my cunt open. Fuck me like you own this whore."

I thrust up hard, gripping her hips, the wet slap of skin barely hidden by the rain. Her tits bounced in my face as she rode me, grinding her clit against my pelvis with every bounce. The smell of her arousal mixed with coffee and rain, her juices coating my balls.

"Harder, you bastard," Elena panted, nails digging into my shoulders. "Pound this slut's pussy. Make me cum all over your dick."

I flipped her suddenly, bending her over the table. Her coffee cup tipped but we didn't care. I slammed back into her from behind, doggy style, spanking her firm ass with sharp smacks that echoed under the rain. Her moans grew louder, raw.

"Yes! Spank your whore! Fuck, I'm gonna—I'm cumming!"

彼女の膣は万力のように私を締め付け、オーガズムに震えながら少し潮を吹いた。私はペースを落とさず、より深く突き上げ、彼女の内壁がひくつくのを感じた。テーブルがきしんだ。彼女の顔は木に押し付けられ、口は快感の無言の叫びで開いていた。

I pulled out, flipping her onto her back on the narrow bench. Legs spread wide, her pink pussy gaping and dripping, I drove back in missionary, pinning her wrists above her head. We kissed messily, tongues battling as I fucked her with long, punishing strokes.

"Cum inside me," she begged between gasps. "Fill this whore's cunt. I want your hot load leaking out of me when I walk home in the rain."

That pushed me over. My balls tightened, and I buried myself to the hilt, groaning as thick ropes of cum pumped deep into her pulsing pussy. She milked every drop, her own second orgasm ripping through her, legs wrapping tight around my waist.

We stayed locked like that, breathing hard, sweat mixing with the damp from the rain outside. Finally I pulled out, watching my cum drip from her well-fucked hole onto the bench.

エレナは体を起こし、意地悪な笑みを浮かべてスカートを整えた。彼女は太ももから私の精液を少しすくい取り、指からそれを舐め取った。

"Same time next week, artist? Your model's got more poses... and this whore's always open for business."

The rain eased a little as we laughed softly, the tension broken but the desire already building again for whatever came next.

CATEGORIES: [Whore, In the Cafe, Artist, Wet Pussy, Big Cock, Cum in Pussy, Doggy Style, Deepthroat, Rainy Day, Slut]