雨与老手

The rain hammered the windows of the tiny roadside diner like it was trying to wash away all pretense. I sat at the corner table, soaked from where the taxi had dumped me off, and I couldn't take my eyes off the driver who'd decided to wait out the storm right along with me. He was pushing seventy, gray-haired, with deep lines carved around his eyes, but those eyes held such hungry attention that I was already wet between my legs.

“不冷吗，漂亮的小东西？”他用低沉沙哑的声音问道，放下两杯咖啡，滑进我对面的座位。他的名字叫维克多。

"Not anymore," I said, licking my lips. "Your look alone's got me burning up, Victor."

He smirked, reaching out like he was fixing a strand of hair stuck to my cheek. His fingers grazed my skin—dry, warm, with rough calloused pads. I shivered. The want hit me so hard I squeezed my thighs together under the table.

"You always look at your passengers like that?" I whispered, not breaking eye contact.

“只有那些让我一看到就硬了的，”他直截了当地说，没有笑容。他的声音压得更低。“而你，莉娜，看我的眼神就像想让我这个老男人的鸡巴现在就插进你身体里。”

那句话灼烧着我。我感到乳头在湿透的衬衫下紧绷。桌子底下，他的膝盖抵着我的膝盖。我没有躲开，反而把腿分得更开了一些。

“也许我确实想，”我喘息着说。“雨下得很大，没人会走进来。”

Victor didn't wait. His hand slid under the table, landed on my knee, then crept slowly up my soaked skirt. His fingers found the edge of my panties, pushed them aside, and plunged straight into my hot, already dripping cunt. I let out a soft gasp, gripping the edge of the table.

“操，你湿透了……”他低吼着，两根粗壮的手指在我体内搅动。“已经像个婊子一样为一个老男人流水了，嗯？”

"Yeah..." I moaned, spreading my legs wider. "Deeper, Victor... please."

He finger-fucked me right there at the table, slow, with wet squelching sounds. The coffee went cold. The rain drummed on the roof. I bit my lip to keep from crying out while his thumb circled my swollen clit in slow, deliberate strokes. The orgasm hit me out of nowhere—my legs trembled, my cunt clenched around his fingers, and I came with a quiet whimper, staring straight into his eyes.

"Good girl," he whispered, pulling his hand out and licking his fingers right in front of me. "Now follow me."

我们站起来。他领我走到柜台后面一条狭窄的走廊，来到一个堆满箱子和一张旧沙发的小储藏室。门咔哒一声关上了。维克多立刻把我按在墙上，把我的裙子掀到腰上，粗鲁地一把扯下我的内裤。我听到他解开皮带。他沉重火热的鸡巴拍打在我湿漉漉的阴户上。

"You want to feel an old man pound you?" he asked, dragging the head through my slick folds.

"Yes... fuck me, Victor. Hard."

He drove in with one powerful thrust. I cried out—his cock was thick, veined, filling me to the absolute hilt. Victor started moving slow and deep, each stroke grinding me into the wall. His big hands kneaded my tits through my blouse, fingers pinching my nipples. I moaned, not holding back.

“天哪，这年轻的小穴真紧……又热又湿……”他在我耳边低吼。“吃下这根老鸡巴，Lena……来，夹紧我。”

I squeezed. Every time he bottomed out against my cervix, his gray pubic hair ground against my clit. He sped up, hammering me with short, sharp strokes. The sound of wet flesh filled the cramped space. I was already close to my second orgasm when he suddenly pulled out.

“跪下，”他沙哑地说。

我顺从地跪下。他粗壮滑腻的鸡巴就在我面前。我立刻含进嘴里，尽可能深地吞咽。维克多抓住我一把头发，操我的喉咙——不粗暴，但很深。口水顺着我的下巴流下，滴到我的衬衫上。

“就是这样……吸爷爷的鸡巴……真是个乖小荡妇，”他呻吟着，看着我的嘴唇在他的肉棒上撑开。

我舔着他的蛋蛋，然后重新把他的鸡巴含进嘴里，用舌头沿着龟头舔弄。他在颤抖。我感觉到他的大腿绷紧了。

Victor hauled me up, spun me to face the wall, bent me over, and slammed back into my pussy from behind. Now he fucked me properly hard, his hips slapping against my wet ass. One hand found my clit, the other squeezed my breast.

"对着我这根老家伙高潮吧，莉娜……让我听听你的尖叫……"

我尖叫起来。高潮太强烈，我的膝盖都软了。我的小穴抽搐着，用我的汁水淹没他的鸡巴。维克多吼叫着，又猛烈地抽插了几下，然后猛地拔出。滚烫浓稠的精液溅在我的背上、屁股上，顺着臀缝滴落。他射了很久，低吼着，紧紧抓着我的臀部。

We stood there, breathing hard. The rain was still pouring outside. Victor ran his palm gently over my sweat-and-cum-slicked back.

"Stick around for another coffee?" he asked with a hoarse grin.

"Only if you fuck me again just like that," I said, turning around and kissing his gray lips.