Ahegao Reunion

The moment I spotted her across the crowded office party, my cock twitched like it remembered her better than my brain did. Elena. My old classmate from ten years back, the quiet girl who used to bite her lip during exams and now looked like pure sin in a tight black dress that hugged her wide hips and pushed her heavy tits up like an offering. The tension hit me instantly—her eyes locked on mine across the room, a sly little smile playing on her glossy lips while the bass from the speakers thumped through the dim conference hall turned party space. I downed my whiskey and crossed the floor before I could talk myself out of it.

"Hey, stranger," she said, voice low and teasing as she leaned against the bar. "Didn't think I'd see your face here. Still got that same hungry look, huh?"

"Only when it's you, Elena. Fuck, you look incredible. That dress is doing illegal things to me already."

She laughed, a soft husky sound that went straight to my balls. We barely exchanged three more sentences—something about dead-end jobs and how the company merger threw us back together—before her hand brushed my thigh under the bar. Heat flared between us like no time had passed. My palm slid up her smooth leg, under the hem, finding her already soaked panties.

"Office party's not exactly private," I muttered, fingers tracing the wet fabric over her pussy.

"Then take me somewhere that's not the bar, idiot." Her breath hitched as I pressed harder against her clit. "Or are you scared someone will see me lose it?"

That was all it took. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the dimly lit supply closet down the hall, the party noise fading behind us. The door clicked shut and we were on each other—fast, almost frantic. I shoved her dress up around her waist, ripped her panties aside, and freed my throbbing cock. She was dripping, her shaved pussy glistening in the weak light from the cracked door.

"God, you're so hard already," she whispered, wrapping her fingers around my thick shaft and stroking once, twice. "Put it in me. Now."

I spun her around, bent her over a stack of boxes, and thrust deep into her tight, wet heat in one stroke. Elena gasped, then moaned loud enough that I clamped a hand over her mouth. Her pussy clenched around me like a vice, hot and silky, sucking me in with every brutal pump. Skin slapped against skin, her juicy ass rippling each time I drove forward. The heat of her body, the shiver running down her spine—I could feel every tremble.

"Faster... oh shit, right there," she begged between my fingers. "Fuck my pussy like you own it."

I did. I gripped her hair, yanked her head back so her back arched deep, and pounded harder. Her tits bounced free from the dress, nipples hard as pebbles. The angle let me hit that spot inside her that made her legs shake. She started making these broken little cries, eyes rolling back, tongue slipping out between her parted lips in that perfect, filthy ahegao face I'd only seen in videos but always imagined on her.

"Look at you," I growled, slamming in balls-deep, feeling her walls flutter. "Tongue out like a total slut. You getting stupid from my cock already?"

"Y-yes... can't... think..." Her voice cracked, face contorted in overwhelming pleasure—eyes crossed, mouth slack and drooling slightly, cheeks flushed crimson. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. Her pussy squirted a little with each thrust, soaking my balls and the floor.

I flipped her around, lifted one of her legs high against my hip, and drove back in missionary-style against the wall. Her ahegao expression didn't fade; if anything it got worse—more desperate, more mindless—as I rubbed her swollen clit with my thumb. She came hard the first time, pussy spasming wildly, a gush of wetness flooding over my cock while her whole body jerked.

"Don't stop... please... I'm gonna—again—" she slurred, nails digging into my shoulders. Sweat beaded on her skin, mixing with the scent of her perfume and raw sex filling the tiny room.

I fucked her through a second orgasm, then a third, her face stuck in that blissful, crossed-eyed ahegao mask the entire time. Finally I couldn't hold back. With a deep groan I buried myself to the hilt and pumped rope after thick rope of cum straight into her clenching pussy, filling her until it leaked out around my shaft.

We stayed locked together, panting, her tongue still lolling out cutely as aftershocks made her twitch.

"Party's not over yet," she whispered, a wicked spark returning to her dazed eyes despite the mess on her face. "Meet me in the parking garage in ten. I want you to make this face again... but this time while I ride you till I can't walk."