Blonde Muse After Hours

The gym smelled of sweat and rubber mats, lights buzzing low as closing time crept in. I’d been sketching her for an hour, but my cock had been hard since the moment she peeled off her hoodie. Lena was a fucking vision—long, golden-blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, tight sports bra barely containing those full tits, and yoga pants hugging every curve of her juicy ass. She was my model tonight, but the way her blue eyes kept flicking to the bulge in my sweatpants told me she wanted more than just charcoal on paper.

“You’re staring again, Jake,” Lena said, voice husky as she stretched her arms overhead, making her nipples poke against the thin fabric. She arched her back, pushing her chest out. “I thought artists were supposed to be professional.”

I set the sketchpad down on the weight bench, my pulse hammering. The gym was empty now, just the two of us and the faint hum of the AC. “Professionals don’t usually get this fucking turned on by their models. You’re killing me, Lena. That blonde hair, those legs… I’ve been dying to touch you since you walked in.”

She bit her lip, a sly smile spreading. Her cheeks flushed pink. “Then stop dying and do something about it. We’ve got twenty minutes before they lock the doors. Touch me, Jake. I’ve been wet since you told me to hold that pose with my ass out.”

I crossed the mat in two strides, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her against me. Our mouths crashed together—hot, messy, tongues sliding desperately. She tasted like cherry lip balm and salt. My hands roamed down, squeezing her firm ass through the tight pants, grinding my rock-hard cock against her belly.

「くそっ、大きいわね」彼女はキスの合間に喘ぎながら言い、手を下に伸ばしてズボンの上から私を撫でた。「このチンポを私の中に入れて。今すぐここで。」

私は彼女のスポーツブラをぐいとまくり上げ、完璧な乳房を露わにした——丸く、張りがあり、乳首は硬くピンク色だった。片方に吸い付き、強く吸いながら、指を彼女のウエストバンドに差し入れた。彼女は大声で喘ぎ、その声は鏡張りの壁に反響した。彼女のまんこはきれいに剃られていて、すでにぐっしょり濡れていた。二本の指は簡単に滑り込み、彼女が私の手に腰を押し付けてくるのに合わせて、Gスポットを押し曲げるように動かした。

「ああ、クソ、そう…もっと激しく私のまんこを指で弄って」とレナは懇願し、金髪を振り乱して頭をのけぞらせた。彼女の手は私の脈打つペニスを解放し、素早く扱き上げ、先端から漏れる我慢汁を親指で塗り広げた。「必要なの。犯して、ジェイク。あなたの汚い小さなモデル奴隷みたいに使って」

I spun her around, bending her over the weight bench. Those yoga pants came down just enough to bare her glistening pussy and that tight, juicy ass. I rubbed my cockhead along her slit, teasing her clit until she was whimpering. Then I thrust in deep—one hard stroke burying me balls-deep in her tight, wet heat.

「ちくしょう、お前のそこ、めちゃくちゃ締まるな」と俺は唸り、彼女の腰を掴んで激しく突き始めた。肌と肌がぶつかる濡れた音がジム中に響いた。突くたびに彼女のブロンドの髪がカーテンのように揺れ、その下で乳房が弾んだ。俺は手を回して彼女の腫れたクリトリスをきつい円を描くように擦った。

レナは叫び声を上げ、腰を突き出して俺を受け止めた。「もっと強く！本気で私のアソコを突いて。もうイきそう…やめないで！」

Her walls clenched around my cock as she came, juices dripping down her thighs. I didn’t slow down. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the bench, and hooked her legs over my shoulders. Sliding back in, I fucked her deeper this way, watching her face twist in pleasure, those blue eyes rolling back.

“Fill me up,” she panted, nails digging into my arms. “I want your cum dripping out of me when we leave. Cum in my pussy, Jake. Please!”

The bench creaked under us. I hammered faster, feeling my balls tighten. Her second orgasm hit like a wave—her pussy spasming, squirting a little against my abs. That pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her clenching cunt. We stayed locked together, panting, sweat-slick and trembling.

After a moment she laughed breathlessly, brushing damp blonde strands from her flushed face. “Best modeling session ever. Think the night guard heard us?”

I kissed her slow and deep, my cock still twitching inside her. “If he did, he got a hell of a show. Next time I’m sketching you naked… right after I fuck you in the shower.”

彼女は意地悪な笑みを浮かべながら、私の周りで膣を締め付けた。「約束してくれる？」