油与画布

Lena 看到他只穿着褪色泳裤站在码头上的那一刻，大腿间的渴望瞬间灼热而迫切。阳光滑过 Marcus 宽阔的肩膀和线条分明的腹肌，她知道这个周末在湖边小屋根本不会与画画有关。她雇他做新系列的人体模特，但他看向她时黑眸里的饥渴说明他完全明白她真正想要什么。

“地方不错，”马库斯低声说，赤脚踩在温暖的硬木地板上走了进来。“很私密。”

“Very private,” Lena answered, already feeling the slick heat gathering in her panties. She wore a thin white tank and loose linen shorts, nipples tight against the fabric. “The light’s perfect in the studio overlooking the water. But first… I thought we could start with a massage. Loosen you up. My own special blend of oils.”

他挑起眉毛，嘴角慢慢勾起一抹坏笑。“Lena，你还没拿起画笔，就要先把手放到我身上了？”

She stepped closer, close enough to smell the sun on his skin. “That’s the idea. Strip. Lie face down on the table.”

Marcus didn’t hesitate. He hooked his thumbs in his trunks and shoved them down. His thick cock swung free, already half-hard, heavy against his thigh. Lena’s breath caught. She poured warm almond oil into her palms, the scent of sandalwood and vanilla curling into the air as she rubbed her hands together.

He stretched out on the padded massage table, muscles flexing. The first glide of her slick palms down his back pulled a deep groan from him.

“Fuck… your hands feel good,” he muttered into the cushion.

Lena 起初动作缓慢，拇指按进他脊柱两侧紧绷的肌肉结，然后更大胆地向下滑去。当她的手来到他紧实的臀瓣时，她没有停下。她倒出更多油，让油滴进他的臀缝里，然后用拇指把他掰开。

Marcus 嘶了一声。“你甚至都不再假装这是专业行为了，是吧？”

“No,” she whispered, voice husky. “I’ve been wet since you walked through the door. I want to feel every inch of you.”

她将一根涂满润滑油的手指滑下去，绕着他的紧致后穴打转、挑逗，同时另一只手伸到下面，握住他此刻硬如铁棒的肉棒。马库斯猛地一挺，大声呻吟。

“Shit… Lena…”

她有力地撸着他，从根部到顶端，在龟头处旋转，同时她的手指插进他的肛门直到指节。油和皮肤发出的湿润、淫秽的声音充满了阳光明媚的房间。他的臀部开始挺动，同时操着她的拳头和骑在她的手指上。

“转过去，”她命令道，向后退开。

Marcus flipped, cock slapping against his abs, glistening with oil and precum. Lena stripped off her tank and shorts in one quick motion, full tits bouncing free, her shaved pussy already shiny with arousal. She climbed onto the table, straddling his thighs.

“I need this cock inside me,” she said, gripping his thick shaft and rubbing the fat head along her slippery slit. “Right now.”

她重重地坐了下去。两人同时呻吟出声，她紧致的小穴被他撑开，吞下每一寸青筋暴起的鸡巴，直到她的屁股贴到他的卵蛋。那股热度、那种胀满感，让她的眼睛不住地颤动。

“哦天哪……你插得好深，”她喘着气，扭动着臀部。

Marcus 抓住她的腰，手指深深陷进去。“骑上来，宝贝。用我。”

Lena双手撑在他胸口开始上下起伏，每一下撞击都让奶子晃动。她湿透的小穴吞下他鸡巴时发出的水声在湖边小屋的窗户上回荡。每次下沉时她都把阴蒂抵在他的骨盆上研磨，呼吸变得短促而绝望。

“Harder… fuck me harder,” she begged.

他突然翻过身，始终没有滑出来。现在 Marcus 在上面，把她的腿勾到自己肩上，用又长又狠的抽插猛干她。桌子吱嘎作响。油让他们的皮肤滑腻地贴在一起，又淫靡地撞出响声。

“对……就是那里……别停，”莉娜哭喊着，指甲在他背上抓出红痕。

他俯下身，把一颗挺立的乳头吸进嘴里，同时猛干她的小穴。新的角度完美地顶到她的 G 点。她的内壁开始阵阵收缩。

“I’m gonna come… Marcus, I’m—”

高潮席卷了她，小穴紧紧夹住他的肉棒，淫水喷在他的茎身周围，浸湿了他的睾丸。她浑身颤抖，呻吟声大到足以惊飞外面的鸟。

马库斯在她高潮时仍不停抽插，然后突然拔出。“跪下。我要你的嘴。”

Lena slid off the table on shaky legs and dropped to her knees on the rug. She took him deep immediately, lips stretching around his girth, tasting herself on his slick cock. She bobbed fast, one hand stroking what she couldn’t swallow, the other reaching up to roll his heavy balls.

“操……就是这样，”他低吼着，手指缠进她的头发里。“要填满你那漂亮的喉咙。”

She moaned around him, sucking harder, tongue swirling the sensitive underside. Marcus’s hips stuttered. With a guttural groan he came, thick ropes of hot cum pulsing across her tongue and down her throat. Lena swallowed every drop, milking him until he was spent.

They stayed like that for a long minute, breathing hard. Finally Marcus pulled her up, kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her lips.

“Still want to paint me?” he asked, voice rough.

莉娜微笑着，沾满精液的嘴唇弯起。“待会儿。现在我要你进淋浴间……这样我就能再给你按摩一次。这次用我的舌头。”

He laughed low, already hardening against her belly. “Lead the way, artist.”