性爱故事： 在车里

“如果我现在吻你，你不会尖叫吧？”他直接在我耳边低语，低沉的声音让我脊背一阵战栗。 我们躲在宴会厅的一个角落里，那里……

The bus hauling the tour group back from the coast smelled like salt, hot plastic, and exhaustion. I'm Max, a dive instructor, and I was sprawled in the very last row when she—a tourist named Lena—sud…

在酒店停车场，我一滑进她租来的车的副驾驶座，空气就噼啪作响。埃琳娜的手指在方向盘上收紧，她深色的眼睛扫过我，像是想要把我吞掉…

夏日的暴风雨猛烈地拍打着沿海公路，仿佛要把每一个秘密都冲进大海。我握紧方向盘，鸡巴已经因为回忆起她那紧身小制服包裹着……而半硬起来。

昏暗的公司宴会厅里弥漫着昂贵威士忌和女人香水的气味。我的目光立刻锁定在她身上——一个高挑的棕发女人，穿着紧身黑色连衣裙，坐在桌子对面。她的眼睛……

当我们跌跌撞撞闯进那个旧天台棚屋时，滚烫的手掌已经滑进我薄薄的衬衫下。城市在远处嗡嗡作响，摩天大楼的灯光在傍晚的薄雾中闪烁，但在这里，在满是灰尘的板条箱之间……

罗马正午的炎热黏在我的皮肤上，在康多提大道那家精品店狭小的试衣间里，空气因渴望而变得浓稠。我，马可，一个出租车司机，站得离她太近——一个高挑的意大利女……

八月末的烈日照耀着私人湖泊，把每一道涟漪都变成流动的金子。我站在木码头上，只穿着褪色的蓝色比基尼，心脏狂跳，杰克的卡车碾过……

I'd caught her eye across the café three times this week. Lena, the waitress with the sassy smile and the short black skirt that barely covered her firm thighs. Today, she slid into my booth herself a…

夏日的暴风雨猛烈袭击着老湖屋，雨水抽打着宽大的窗户，仿佛想要闯进来。闪电照亮了黑暗的水面和两个被倾盆大雨困在一起的陌生人。从那一刻起……

她走进我工作室的那一刻，我就没法不盯着她的腿看。Elena穿着一条超短牛仔裙，露出修长、被阳光晒过的大腿，她转移重心的样子让我的鸡巴在……之前就抽动了一下……

I caught his eye before the waitress even set down the coffee. In that tiny café by the window, where the rain slammed against the glass like it was desperate to break in, we were sitting way too clos…

在拥挤的京都招待会大厅里，我一看到她，我的肉棒就跳了一下，仿佛它比我的大脑更记得她的小穴。爱子站在那里，穿着一件光滑的深红色和服，紧裹着她娇小的……

The heat in the bus was so thick you could chew it. I was by the window when she got on—the girl I hadn't seen in eight years. Lena. The former barista from the coffee shop near campus. She looked eve…

夏日的暴雨把高速公路变成了一条闪闪发光的刹车灯丝带，租来的SUV里弥漫着湿沥青和她淡淡的香草香水味。我斜眼看了看莉娜……

海面吹来的夜风带着盐和薰衣草的气味，我和Zhenya跌跌撞撞地走出塞瓦斯托波尔的卡拉OK酒吧。我们的结婚纪念日。十年了。我穿着我最喜欢的黑色连衣裙，紧贴着……

Rain drummed against the café window like it was pushing us together. I sat across from Alex, gripping my hot latte, already feeling that warmth spreading low in my belly. His eyes traveled from my li…

晨光斜穿过百叶窗，莱莎站在卧室镜子前。她正慢慢把黑色丝袜扣到吊袜带上，而热尼娅跪在她身旁，手里拿着冰冷的金属……

The half-empty night bus smelled like rain and old plastic. I was sitting in the very back when she got on — Lisa. The waitress from The Old Oak, the one I'd recognize by her walk alone. My heart slam…

I was sitting in this massive hotel room on Nevsky Prospekt, the lights dimmed low, a glass of champagne in my hand. The camera was set up on a tripod right across from the bed. I ran my fingers along…

The evening sun was still warming the wooden planks of the summer terrace at Café Lemon when I, Lena the waitress, caught the gaze of Alex, a regular customer, once again. He sat at the corner table, …

The moment she stepped into the tiny roadside café, dripping wet and cursing the downpour, my cock twitched like it had a mind of its own. Elena was pure fire—tight jeans clinging to her long legs, a …

The downpour hammered the tin roof of the roadside café like it wanted in, and the second I locked eyes with her across the empty tables, my cock twitched hard against my jeans. She was soaked, dark h…

Elena滑进我车副驾驶座的那一刻，空气里弥漫着一种尖锐而饥渴的气息。她是我的新上司——三十多岁，颧骨分明，深色头发紧紧盘起，穿着一件藏青色……