复印室里的曲线

在假日派对上，当我看到她的屁股在开放式办公室里扭来扭去的那一刻，我的鸡巴在西装裤里猛地一跳。Elena，他们为广告视觉聘请的自由插画师，穿着一条紧身黑色连衣裙，紧紧包裹着她宽大臀部每一寸丰满的曲线和那个巨大、多汁的屁股，就像画上去的一样。圣诞灯光映照在她臀瓣与大腿交汇的曲线上，我无法停止盯着看。

我们已经暧昧调情了好几周，那是在我下班后给她当人体写生模特的时候。今晚整个公司都喝着廉价香槟醉醺醺的，音乐砰砰作响，但我只想要她。

“嘿，陌生人，”她说着，滑到我身边，站在酒水桌旁，声音低沉而挑逗。“你是打算整晚用眼神操我的屁股，还是真刀真枪干点什么？”

我的嘴巴发干。“你注意到了。”

“Hard not to when you’re practically drooling.” She took a slow sip, eyes sparkling. “I wore this dress for you, you know. Figured if you like sketching it so much, maybe you’d like to feel it.”

The tension snapped. I grabbed her hand and pulled her through the laughing crowd toward the quiet hallway. We slipped into the copy room, door clicking shut behind us. The muffled bass from the party vibrated the walls.

Elena turned, pressing her back against the humming copier, and arched just enough to make her ass thrust out obscenely. “Touch it,” she whispered. “I’ve been wet thinking about your hands on me since the last session.”

I dropped to my knees, sliding my palms up the backs of her smooth thighs, then under the hem. Fuck, her ass was even better bare—two huge, soft, heavy cheeks that filled my hands and spilled between my fingers. I squeezed hard, spreading them, breathing in the warm, musky scent of her skin and the faint tang of her arousal.

“天哪，它真大，”我呻吟着，把脸埋进那两团丰满的臀肉之间。我的舌头从后面找到了她湿透的小穴，沿着肉缝长长地舔舐，同时鼻尖抵着她紧致的小肛门。她尝起来又甜又淫荡，汁液已经沾满了我的下巴。

埃琳娜呻吟着，向后顶向我的嘴。“对……就这样舔我的小穴。你喜欢我的大屁股，对吧？每次摆完姿势都对着它撸？”

“每一个晚上，”我一边饥渴地舔弄她的阴蒂，一边承认道。我吮吸着那肿胀的小核，然后舌尖向上，绕着她缩紧的后穴打转。她猛地倒抽一口气，大腿发颤。

我站起身，鸡巴胀痛，从裤子里掏了出来。粗壮暴着青筋，重重拍在她右臀瓣上。“我要操你。”

“Then fuck me,” she demanded, bending forward over the copier, dress rucked up around her waist. Her enormous ass jiggled with the movement, two perfect pale moons begging to be used.

我抓住她的胯部，狠狠插了进去，一下就把鸡巴整根埋进她滴着水的小穴。湿漉漉的撞击声回荡开来。Elena叫出声，手指紧紧抓着机器。“哦操，你插得太深了……撑开我。”

我快速抽插着她，看着那肥硕的屁股随着每一次撞击而荡漾弹跳。肌肤拍打肌肤的声音充满了这个小房间。我伸手绕到前面，用手指紧紧画圈揉搓她的阴蒂，另一只手拍打着一侧臀瓣，留下一个红印，让她把我夹得更紧。

“Harder,” she begged, voice breaking. “Spank my big ass while you fuck me.”

I gave her what she wanted—sharp smacks that made her yelp and moan louder. Her pussy fluttered, gushing around my shaft. I pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and lifted her onto the copier. She spread her legs wide, heels digging into my back as I slammed back inside her.

我们吻得难解难分，舌头交缠，她沉甸甸的奶子压在我胸口。我双手抓住她那极品屁股，借着它让她在我鸡巴上上下起伏。复印机在我们身下嘎嘎作响。

“I’m gonna cum,” she panted against my lips. “Don’t stop—right there—”

她的内壁紧紧收缩，疯狂地搏动着。她发出一声窒息的哭喊，滚烫的爱液喷溅在我的睾丸上。我继续抽插，追逐着自己的释放。她通红的脸庞和那巨大的臀部溢出在我前臂上的景象，将我推向了高潮。

“Fuck, Elena—” I pulled out at the last second, stroking furiously. Thick ropes of cum erupted across her belly, tits, and the undersides of her breasts. Some landed on the top of one thigh, dripping down toward her still-twitching pussy.

She laughed breathlessly, dragging a finger through the mess and sucking it clean. “Next time I want it inside me. And maybe in my ass too. You’ve earned it, artist boy.”

We straightened our clothes, shared one last dirty kiss, and slipped back into the noisy party like nothing happened. But every time her dress shifted and that glorious ass moved, I smiled, already counting the minutes until I could sketch—and fuck—those perfect curves again.