Lake House Oil

The moment we stepped into the rented lake house, the air between us crackled. Mark’s hand lingered on the small of my back longer than necessary, his thumb tracing slow circles that sent heat pooling low in my belly. Sunlight poured through the huge windows overlooking the water, but all I could think about was the new bottle of massage oil we’d bought on the way—something with ylang-ylang that promised to turn a simple rubdown into pure filth. We were both tired of the same old sex; tonight we wanted to try something new, something that would make me beg.

“我这一整个星期都在想这件事，”马克说，声音已经有些沙哑，他把按摩油放在木制咖啡桌上。客厅直通露台，外面海浪轻轻拍打。“你，赤裸着，涂满油。我的手到处摸。”

我浑身一颤，薄薄的太阳裙下乳头收紧。“那就别说了，直接做。光是想象你的手指滑过我的阴蒂，我已经湿了。”

He grinned, dark eyes flashing. We didn’t waste time. I peeled the dress off in one smooth motion, letting it puddle at my feet. Mark’s gaze dragged over my bare tits, down the curve of my stomach to my shaved pussy. He grabbed the oil, poured a generous stream into his palms, and rubbed them together until they glistened.

“到沙发上去，宝贝。先趴下。”

我伸展身体时，皮革贴着皮肤凉丝丝的。马克跨坐在我的大腿上，他粗大的鸡巴已经硬了，隔着短裤顶着我的屁股。温暖滑腻的双手第一次触上我的肩膀，让我呻吟出声。他深深地揉捏着，拇指按进我从未察觉的筋结，沿着我的脊柱一路向下，动作绵长而挑逗。他手掌的每一次抚过都留下一道热痕，直直沉入我的核心。

“God, your skin looks so fucking good shiny like this,” he murmured, drizzling more oil over my lower back. It trickled between my cheeks. His fingers followed, spreading the slickness over my firm ass, squeezing each cheek hard enough to leave faint prints.

我向后顶向他，饥渴难耐。“再往下……求你了，马克。摸我的小穴。”

他低低地笑了一声，但还是照做了。一只手从身后滑进我双腿之间，涂满油的手指懒洋洋地在我肿胀的阴蒂上画着圈。我倒吸一口气，臀部猛地一颤。他的手在我肉缝间滑动的湿腻声响，与湖面上远处潜鸟的啼叫交织在一起。两根粗壮的手指捅进我体内，弯曲着，碾压着那个让我脚趾蜷缩的敏感点。

"妈的，你已经湿透了，"他低吼着，一边缓慢抽插，另一只手继续揉捏我的屁股。"这油让一切都感觉加倍淫荡。你能听见你的骚穴有多湿吗？"

“对……操，别停。” 当他加入第三根手指、把我撑开时，我的声音碎成了呜咽。压力迅速累积，我的内壁在他周围阵阵收缩。他俯下身，灼热的呼吸喷在我脖子上，轻轻咬住我的肩膀，同时拇指再次找到我的阴蒂，用力而快速地揉搓。

第一次高潮来得猛烈，我尖叫出声，骚穴紧紧绞住他的手指，淫水混着油滴落在沙发上。我的双腿止不住地颤抖。马克根本不给我喘息的机会。他像拎羽毛一样把我翻过来仰面朝上，眼里满是浓烈的欲望。

“把腿张开。我要看着你的脸给你揉奶子。”

I spread for him, breathing ragged. He poured fresh oil straight onto my breasts. It ran in rivulets over my hard nipples. His big hands captured them, kneading, pinching, rolling the sensitive peaks until I was arching off the cushions. The scent of the oil filled the room, sweet and heady. When he slid down my body, trailing kisses over my slick stomach, I knew what was coming.

他的嘴毫无预兆地含住了我的阴蒂——滚烫、饥渴，舌头飞快地舔弄，同时两根手指重新捅进我滴水的骚穴。他温暖的舌头与冰凉的油形成的反差让我眼冒金星。我抓住他的头发，把下身往他脸上碾，呻吟变成了绝望的细碎哭喊。

“Mark—oh god—I’m gonna come again. Suck my clit harder!”

他照做了，贴着我哼鸣，手指深深蜷曲。我的第二次高潮像外面拍打海岸的浪一样袭来，大腿紧紧夹住他的头，我轻轻潮喷在他的下巴和涂了油的皮革上。

我喘着气把他拉起来。“插进来。现在。我要你的鸡巴在我还在发抖的时候撑满我。”

Mark shoved his shorts down. His thick, veined dick sprang free, tip already leaking. He coated it liberally with more oil, stroking himself until it gleamed. Then he hooked my legs over his shoulders and pushed in—slow at first, letting me feel every inch split my slick walls. The oil made him glide so deep I felt him in my throat.

“操，涂了这么多润滑剂你还是这么紧，”他低吼着，整根没入。他开始抽插，沉稳而深入，他的胯部撞击我屁股的湿滑声响在敞开的房间里回荡。每一次抽送都碾过我的G点，让快感像火花一样沿着脊椎窜上来。

我把手伸到我们之间，手指找到阴蒂，随着他猛烈的抽插节奏揉搓着。“再用力点。像你拥有这个骚穴一样操我。”

他低吼着给了我想要的——更快、更猛，沙发在我们身下吱嘎作响。汗水混着油在我们皮肤上。我第三次在他的鸡巴上高潮，内壁猛烈收缩，他骂了一声，整根埋到最深处。随着一声深沉的呻吟，他也到了，滚烫的精液深深射进我体内，臀部随着每一股喷射抽搐，直到我们俩都精疲力尽、滑腻不堪。

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, the lake breeze cooling our overheated bodies. Mark kissed me slow and lazy, tasting like me and the sweet oil.

“Best damn massage I’ve ever given,” he whispered against my lips, still half-hard inside me.

我微笑着，调皮地夹紧了他。"日落时在甲板上来第二轮？"