After-Hours Sweat

当我在身后锁上办公室门的那一刻，空气因原始的渴望而变得浓稠。马克的目光像整个疗程都在饥渴地扫视我的身体，我的脉搏在双腿之间猛烈跳动。这不是平常的健身房；我们在关门后溜进了空荡荡的公司楼层，因为这里的器械更重，而那种风险感让人觉得下流。

“你确定没人会回来吗？”我问道，声音已经沙哑，随手把健身包丢在地上。

马克走近一步，健身后宽阔的胸膛上还闪着汗光。他的背心紧贴着每一块肌肉线条。“八点后这栋楼就没人了。只有你、我，还有那个我盯了好几周、一直在我眼前晃的小翘臀，丽莎。”

Heat flooded my cheeks and my pussy at the same time. I’d booked him as my personal trainer three months ago, telling myself it was only for results. But every correction of my form, every brush of his hands on my hips during squats, had left me soaked and aching.

I didn’t answer with words. Instead I grabbed the front of his tank and yanked him down into a kiss that tasted like salt and hunger. His tongue pushed into my mouth instantly, claiming, while his big hands palmed my ass through my leggings and squeezed hard enough to make me moan.

“Fuck, you’re already wet, aren’t you?” he growled against my lips, sliding one hand between my thighs and rubbing my soaked crotch. “Feel how your pussy’s dripping through the fabric. Been thinking about this cock all day?”

“是的，”我喘着气，抵着他的手掌磨蹭。“每一次训练。每一次你碰我，我都想让你把我按在长凳上后入。”

Mark 把我转了个身，往前一推，直到我的手掌撑在宽大会议桌冰凉的桌面上。他用拇指勾住我的裤腰，粗鲁地一把将我的紧身裤和丁字裤扒了下来，让我赤裸的屁股和滴着水的小穴暴露在空荡荡办公室的灯光下。

“Look at that pretty cunt,” he muttered, voice thick. One thick finger traced my slit from clit to hole, spreading my slickness. “Shaved smooth just like I imagined. You’re fucking glistening.”

I pushed back, desperate. “Stop teasing. Put that big dick in me already.”

他低声笑了笑，那声音顺着我的脊柱震动。我听到他短裤滑落的窸窣声，接着他滚烫粗重的鸡巴“啪”地拍在我臀瓣上。天哪，真粗。他拿肥大的龟头在我阴唇间上下磨蹭，茎身上的青筋突突跳动，把自己沾满我的淫水。

他毫无预兆地向前一顶，一下就把半根鸡巴狠狠埋了进去。那种撑开的灼烧感爽得我尖叫出声，手指在光滑的木头上乱抓。

“操，你真紧，”马克低吼着，用力抓住我的胯部。“夹着我的鸡巴像永远不想放开一样。呼吸，宝贝。让我把剩下的都给你。”

He pulled back an inch then slammed forward again, bottoming out until his heavy balls smacked my clit. The wet slap echoed in the silent office. My tits bounced inside my sports bra with every punishing thrust, nipples scraping the fabric until they ached.

“Harder,” I begged, arching my back. “Fuck me like you mean it, trainer. Make this pussy yours.”

马克的手啪地一声打在我屁股上，那一下清脆的拍打让我叫出声来，并紧紧夹住了他。“这就是你想要的？下流的小客户荡妇。”他加快了速度，臀部猛烈撞击，桌子在我们身下吱吱作响。每一次深入的抽插都让他的龟头碾过我体内那个完美的点，直到我的大腿颤抖。

我向后伸手，把臀瓣掰得更开，让他看着每一寸都消失在我贪婪的小穴里。我小穴吮吸他肉棒时那湿漉漉、淫靡的声音充满了房间。

Suddenly he pulled out, leaving me empty and whining. Before I could protest he flipped me onto my back on the table, shoved my knees to my chest, and drove back inside in one smooth glide. The new angle let him hit even deeper. My clit throbbed untouched, swollen and begging.

“我毁掉你的时候看着我，”他命令道，眼神阴暗。一只手把我的手腕按在头顶上方；另一只手伸到我们之间，用粗糙的手指绕着我的阴蒂打圈。

I came almost instantly, pussy spasming hard around his pistoning cock, a gush of wetness soaking his balls and the table beneath me. “Oh god, Mark, I’m cumming—don’t stop, please—”

He didn’t. He fucked me straight through it, pace never faltering, until the overstimulation turned into another building peak. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto my tits. The smell of sex, clean sweat, and my own arousal hung thick in the air.

“我要射满这个小骚逼，”他喘着粗气，拇指更快地揉我的阴蒂。“你想让我射到最深处，是不是？说出来。”

“对，射进来，”我呻吟着，双腿盘在他腰上直发抖。“灌满我的小穴，马克。给我。”

他的节奏变得凌乱，臀部不停抽搐。随着一声低沉的呻吟，他整根没入，射了出来，滚烫的浓精一股股冲击着我的内壁。这感觉再次把我推上高潮；我绞紧他，在他周围潮喷，淫水喷溅到他腹肌上，顺着我的臀缝滴落。

我们保持交合，喘着气，他的阴茎在我泛滥的小穴里因余韵而抽动。他慢慢抽出来，一股浓稠的精液从我被撑开的洞口流到桌上。

Mark leaned down, kissed me slow and deep, then grinned against my mouth.

“明天同一时间？”他问道，声音沙哑。

我气喘吁吁地笑了，大腿仍在颤抖。“除非你答应给我做保护……格外用力那种。”