After Hours Stretch

The dim lights of the massage studio cast a warm glow over the polished wooden floors, and from the moment I stepped inside for my private session, the air crackled with unspoken hunger. Elena, my yoga teacher, had offered me this late-evening slot after class, her dark eyes lingering on my sweat-dampened tank top a beat too long. "You've been holding so much tension in your hips lately, Mark," she murmured, her voice low and smooth like honey. "Let me help you release it properly tonight."

She locked the door behind us with a soft click, the studio empty except for the wide massage table draped in crisp white sheets and the faint scent of lavender oil. Elena was in her late twenties, with sun-kissed skin, long auburn hair tied in a loose braid, and a body honed by years of fluid movement—full breasts straining against her thin sports bra, hips that swayed with every step. I was thirty, built from weekend hikes, but her gaze made my cock twitch before she'd even touched me.

"Come here," she said, patting the table. "Lose the shirt. And the shorts... if you're comfortable." Her lips curved in a teasing smile as she poured oil into her palms, rubbing them together until they glistened.

I stripped down to my boxers, heart pounding, and lay face down. Her hands landed on my shoulders first, warm and slick, kneading deep into the knots with expert pressure. "Breathe with me," she whispered, leaning close enough that her braid brushed my back. "In... and out. Feel how your body opens up?"

The massage turned sensual fast. Her fingers trailed lower, thumbs pressing along my spine until they hooked the waistband of my boxers. "These are in the way," she breathed. I lifted my hips without a word, and she slid them off, freeing my half-hard cock against the sheet. Her breath hitched. "God, you're already responding so well."

She drizzled more oil down my back, then worked my ass cheeks with firm, circling strokes. One finger dipped teasingly between them, grazing my hole, and I groaned into the table. "Elena... fuck, that feels incredible."

"Shh, just feel," she replied, her voice husky. She climbed onto the table, straddling my thighs, her pussy pressing hot and damp through her thin yoga pants against my skin. The fabric was soaked—I could feel it. She peeled them off slowly, kicking them aside, then resumed the massage naked from the waist down. Her slick folds glided along my leg as she rocked forward, massaging my lower back with her hips now too.

“翻过身来，让我来，”她轻声命令道。我翻过身，粗壮暴着青筋的鸡巴一下弹了起来，马眼处渗出前液。埃琳娜眼中燃起赤裸的欲望。“看看这根漂亮的屌，为你的老师硬成这样。”

她把油倒在我的胸口和腹肌上，然后又倒在她自己的双乳上，让油顺着她平坦的小腹滴到她刮过毛的小穴。她跨坐在我腰上，开始缓缓磨蹭，湿滑的肉缝沿着我阴茎底侧滑动，却还没把我吞进去。那种摩擦令人发狂——滚烫、滑腻的肌肤亲吻着我鸡巴的每一寸。

"Oh shit, Elena... your pussy feels so good," I gasped, hands gripping her firm ass.

她俯下身，乳头擦过我的胸膛，深深地吻我，舌头交缠，她的臀部以同样瑜伽般缓慢的节奏扭动。“从你第一次来上课我就想要了，”她在亲吻间隙坦白。“看着你拉伸，短裤里那鼓鼓的一包……做下犬式的时候让我湿得不行。”

她的手握住我的鸡巴，用沾满油的手指撸动，同时调整好姿势。“我现在就需要你进入我。”她一个流畅的动作沉坐下去，紧致的小穴吞没每一寸，直到她的阴蒂抵住我的根部。我们在安静的工作室里同时大声呻吟。

She rode me like a sensual dance—slow circles at first, then rising and falling with controlled power, her inner walls squeezing me perfectly. The wet sounds of her pussy sucking my cock filled the room, mixed with her breathy cries. "Yes... right there. Fill me up, Mark. Deeper."

I thrust up to meet her, hands on her bouncing tits, pinching her nipples until she arched back with a shuddering gasp. She came first, pussy clenching in rhythmic pulses, juices coating my balls as she trembled above me. "I'm coming... oh god, your cock is making me come so hard!"

我没有停下，把我们翻了个身，让她仰面躺在桌子上。我把她的腿架到我肩上，再次顶入，现在操得更用力，桌子在我们身下吱吱作响。她的双手紧紧抓住我的肩膀，指甲陷进去。“就这样操我……别停。我想感受你射在里面。”

The build-up was exquisite—long, gliding strokes that let me feel every ripple of her pussy, then shorter, frantic ones that had her moaning my name. Sweat slicked our bodies, the oil making everything glide and slap louder. I felt my balls tighten.

"Coming... Elena, I'm gonna fill your pussy," I growled.

"Do it. Give me all that hot cum," she begged, eyes locked on mine.

我深深埋入并爆发，浓稠的精液一股股射进她体内，同时她的第二次高潮来临，榨干每一滴。我们一起瘫倒，呼吸急促，她的手指在我背上懒洋洋地画着圈。

过了一会儿她笑了，亲了亲我的下巴。“下次疗程，我们从一开始就用按摩油。说定了？”

"Deal," I laughed, still buried inside her warmth.