Canvas in the Wild

The storm rolled in faster than we expected, trapping Elena and me inside the tiny two-person tent while her husband Mark was still miles back with the rest of the group. Rain hammered the nylon like a thousand frantic fingers, and the air inside grew thick with the scent of wet earth and her warm skin. I’d been painting her for weeks in my studio—those long, golden limbs, the curve of her hip that made my cock twitch every time she shifted on the stool—but nothing prepared me for the way her eyes locked on mine now, dark with the same hunger I’d tried to ignore.

“Leo… you’re staring again,” Elena whispered, voice low so it wouldn’t carry beyond the thin walls. She knelt facing me in the cramped space, rain jacket already peeled halfway off, revealing the damp tank top clinging to her full tits. “Mark’s not here. He won’t be back tonight.”

My pulse hammered. “You sure you want this? Out here?”

她咬着嘴唇，脸颊泛红。“从你第一次让我为你保持不动时，我就想要了。现在用你的手……涂满我吧。”

I reached for her slowly, fingers tracing the wet strap of her top before tugging it down. Her breasts spilled free, nipples tight from the chill and growing need. The tent felt even smaller as I cupped one heavy tit, thumb circling the stiff peak until she gasped. Elena arched into my touch, her breath catching.

“God, your hands are warm,” she murmured, eyes half-lidded. “Touch lower. I’m already soaked… and it’s not just the rain.”

I slid my palm down her stomach, under the waistband of her hiking shorts. My fingers found her pussy bare and slick, lips puffy and dripping. She was shaved smooth except for a tiny landing strip, exactly like I’d imagined while stroking myself after every session. I rubbed her clit in slow circles, listening to the wet sounds mix with the downpour.

“操，埃琳娜……你的小穴已经在紧紧吸住我的手指了。”我把两根手指插进她体内，弯曲着抵住那块让她臀部猛颤的海绵体。

“Yes… like that,” she breathed, rocking against my hand. “Deeper. I need to feel you stretch me before you fuck me.”

The rain roared louder, masking her soft moans as I worked her pussy open. She reached for my belt, freeing my thick cock. It sprang out heavy and veined, the head already leaking. Elena wrapped her fingers around it, stroking with a twist that made my balls tighten.

“It’s bigger than I thought,” she whispered, eyes wide. “Mark’s never made me this wet just from looking.”

我一把扯下她的短裤和内裤，让她在帐篷昏暗的绿光中完全赤裸。她的屁股因为那些徒步而圆润紧实，我用力揉捏着，同时让她摆成四肢着地的姿势。睡袋在我们身下皱成一团。外面雷声炸响，但里面只有我们粗重的呼吸和我手指抽插她小穴时淫靡的滑腻声才重要。

I rubbed the fat head of my cock along her slit, teasing her clit until she pushed back impatiently.

“Stop teasing and fuck me, Leo. I want my friend’s wife fantasy to be real right now.”

With one slow thrust I buried myself balls-deep in her tight, dripping pussy. The heat was unreal—velvety walls fluttering around every inch. Elena cried out softly, then bit her own wrist to stay quiet as I started to move. Long, deliberate strokes that dragged against her g-spot on every withdrawal. The wet slap of my hips against her juicy ass filled the tent, louder than the rain.

“Harder,” she panted. “Make me feel it tomorrow when I’m walking next to him.”

I grabbed a fistful of her dark hair and pulled her head back gently, changing the angle so I could grind deeper. Her tits swung with each thrust, nipples brushing the sleeping bag. I reached around to pinch her clit between two fingers while pounding her from behind. The position made her pussy even tighter, and I could feel her getting close—inner muscles rippling, juices coating my balls.

“在我的鸡巴上高潮吧，埃琳娜。让我感受一下你这个已婚小穴夹紧我的滋味。”

她随着一声哽咽的呻吟崩溃了，高潮袭来时背部弓起。滚烫的爱液涌出，包裹着我的肉棒，随着每一次脉动微微喷溅。我没有停下，一直操到她手臂无力，整个人瘫倒在肚子上。我跟着压下去，用身体覆盖住她，肉棒仍然深埋其中。这个新姿势让我可以缓慢而淫荡地研磨，我的骨盆摩擦着她的屁股，同时亲吻她的后颈。

“Turn over,” I whispered against her ear. “I want to watch your face when I fill you.”

Elena rolled, legs spreading wide to welcome me back inside. This time I hooked her knees over my shoulders, folding her in half so I could watch every inch of my cock disappear into her swollen pussy. Her tits pressed against my chest, nipples dragging with each thrust. The closeness was overwhelming—her scent, the way her breath hitched every time I bottomed out, the soft squelch of her wetness.

“I’m close again,” she gasped, nails digging into my back. “Cum inside me, Leo. I want to feel it leaking out while I sit by the fire with him later.”

That dirty confession pushed me over. I slammed deep one last time, cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum flooded her married cunt. She came with me, pussy milking every drop, her quiet cries muffled against my shoulder. We stayed locked together, bodies trembling, the storm still raging outside.

Finally I eased out, watching a thick trail of our mixed cum drip from her puffy pussy onto the sleeping bag. Elena traced a lazy finger through it, then brought it to her lips with a wicked smile.

We lay tangled in the damp sleeping bags afterward, silent except for the rain and our slowing breaths. Her head rested on my chest, one leg thrown over mine. The only sounds were the occasional distant thunder and the soft rhythm of her breathing against my skin. Neither of us spoke. We just listened to each other, hearts still racing, knowing the trail back to camp—and to Mark—would feel very different in the morning.

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