赛后帐篷里

The evening in the woods smelled of pine needles and campfire smoke. My husband and I sat in the cramped tent, lit only by a flashlight and a couple of candles. After three days of a cold war on our camping trip, a glass of wine had finally broken the ice. I caught Alex’s gaze—dark, hungry, the same look that always made me ache between my legs. His hand landed on my knee, and his fingers slowly crept higher, pushing up the thin fabric of my shorts.

“Lena…” he rasped, not looking away. “Enough sulking. I want you. Right now.”

I felt my nipples tighten under my tank top. The wine spread heat through my veins, and his palm was already stroking my inner thigh, moving toward the edge of my panties. We both knew the fight had been stupid, but right now that only made it sharper—the forbidden thrill of fucking after all that coldness, like we were strangers.

“What if I’m still mad?” I whispered, but my legs spread wider on their own. His fingers slid under the fabric and found my already-wet slit.

“Then I’ll make you forget,” Alex smirked, running his middle finger over my clit. I shivered and let out a soft moan. “See how you’re dripping? Your pussy already missed my cock.”

He set his glass aside and yanked my tank top off. My tits spilled out, nipples stiff, begging for his mouth. Alex bent down and sucked one greedily into his mouth while shoving two fingers inside my pussy. I arched my back and grabbed his hair.

“Oh, fuck… deeper,” I breathed, rocking my hips against his hand. The tent was stifling, the smell of sweat and arousal mixing with pine. Wind rustled outside, but inside there was only our heavy breathing and wet, squelching sounds.

He quickly stripped off his shirt and shorts. His thick cock was already standing straight, the head slick with pre-cum. I licked my lips and reached for him.

“Let me suck it,” I whispered, dropping onto all fours on the sleeping bag. Alex groaned as my lips wrapped around his shaft. I took him deep, feeling him hit the back of my throat. Spit ran down my chin while I sucked, swirling my tongue around the head.

“That’s it, bitch… suck harder,” he growled, holding my hair. “I haven’t fucked this hot throat in way too long.”

几分钟后，他再也忍不住了。他掏出鸡巴，把我推倒在背上。帐篷很小，我们的肩膀不停地撞到布料。他扯掉我的短裤和内裤，把我的腿大大分开，然后猛地一插到底。我尖叫出声——他那粗大的鸡巴把我的小穴撑到了极限。

“Yeahhh… fuck me, Alex,” I moaned, digging my nails into his back. He pounded me hard and furious, like he wanted to punish me for all those days of silence. Every thrust landed with a wet slap of his balls against my ass. My juices ran down my thighs, soaking into the sleeping bag.

Suddenly he flipped me onto my stomach and put me on all fours. I buried my face in the pillow, ass raised. Alex spat on his hand, smeared saliva over my tight hole, and slowly pushed his cock into my ass. I howled at the mix of pain and wild pleasure.

“Oh, fuck… slow… he’s so big,” I whimpered, but I pushed back, taking him deeper. He started moving—carefully at first, then faster. His hand slid down and began rubbing my clit.

“Come, Lena, I can feel your pussy clenching,” he growled in my ear, still pounding my ass. “I want to feel you convulse on my cock.”

The orgasm hit me out of nowhere—I thrashed, screamed into the pillow, and my pussy squirted, drenching his fingers. My body shook, my legs trembled. Alex sped up, and after a few more powerful thrusts he roared, shooting hot cum deep into my ass. I felt every pulse, every spurt.

我们瘫倒在彼此身边，喘着粗气。他的鸡巴还在我臀缝间抽动，慢慢渗着液体。我转过身，吻上他被汗水浸湿的嘴唇。

“我们还在吵架吗？”我微笑着，手指在他胸口划过。

“Only if you don’t let me do that again in the morning,” Alex answered, pulling me close. The tent smelled of sex, wine, and reconciliation. Outside, the forest rustled quietly, as if nothing had happened at all.