Rooftop Escort

The city lights glittered like scattered diamonds below us, but all I could see was her. Elena leaned against the concrete ledge of the rooftop bar, her black dress hugging every curve, the slit riding high on her thigh. Our eyes locked and something electric passed between us—no names yet, just raw hunger that made my cock twitch in my slacks.

We were strangers on the road, both passing through this downtown high-rise for different reasons. I’d come for a late client meeting; she was the escort I’d booked through a discreet app after too many lonely nights. The hostess had guided us up here for “privacy with a view,” and in three sentences she was gone, leaving us alone under the warm summer breeze.

“马库斯，”我边说边走近，声音低沉。

“Elena，”她回答道，丰满的嘴唇弯成一个会意的微笑。她的手指拂过我的手腕，热意直冲我的胯下。“你看起来需要忘掉今天。”

I swallowed, pulse hammering. “I need you. Right here.”

她的笑声轻柔而沙哑。“那就占有我吧。这座城市在看着，但我不在乎。”

Desire won. I pulled her against me, hands sliding down the smooth fabric to grip her firm ass. She gasped, pressing her hips forward so my hardening cock rubbed against her belly.

“感觉到了吗？”我贴着她的耳朵低语，轻咬她的耳垂。“这就是你对我造成的影响。”

“嗯，又大又硬，”她低语道，声音因渴望而沙哑。她的手滑到我们之间，隔着裤子揉搓我的长度。“我想要它进到我里面，马库斯。先慢慢来……让我在下面灯光闪烁时感受每一寸。”

We moved to the wide cushioned lounge chair tucked against the glass wall. I sat, tugging her onto my lap so she straddled me, dress riding up to expose lace panties already damp. The night air carried distant traffic hum and the faint scent of her perfume—jasmine and sin.

Elena rocked against me, grinding her pussy along my trapped cock. “Talk to me,” she breathed, lips brushing mine but not kissing yet. “Tell me how you’ll fuck your escort tonight.”

我呻吟着，手指掐进她的大腿。“我要滑进那个湿漉漉的小穴，让你骑着我直到你颤抖。然后我会把你翻过来按在这个窗台上，从后面干你，让全城都看到你被操时有多美。”

她的呼吸一滞。“对……就是这样。你撑开我的时候说些下流话。”

She reached down, unzipping me with practiced ease. My thick cock sprang free, heavy and veined, precum already beading at the tip. Elena shoved her panties aside, revealing her smooth, glistening slit. No oral, no teasing games—just pure need. She positioned the head at her entrance and sank down in one long, deliberate motion.

“Fuck… so tight,” I hissed as her hot walls clenched around me. The sensation was overwhelming—wet heat gripping every ridge of my dick.

Elena’s head fell back, dark hair spilling over her shoulders. “Oh god, you’re filling me completely. Move with me… slow, like the city lights.”

We rocked together in a lazy rhythm at first, her pussy sliding up and down my shaft with wet, obscene sounds. Each downward stroke ground her clit against my base, drawing soft moans from her throat. I cupped her tits through the dress, thumbs circling her hard nipples.

“Harder now?” she panted, eyes half-lidded, voice trembling with building pleasure. “I want to feel you deeper, Marcus. Pound up into your escort’s cunt.”

I thrust upward sharply, making her cry out. The chair creaked beneath us. We changed position without breaking contact—I stood, lifting her legs around my waist, and pressed her back against the cool glass barrier. The drop to the street was dizzying, but all that mattered was how her slick pussy sucked me back in on every stroke.

“像这样？”我低吼着，臀部更快地抽送。皮肤拍打皮肤。她的爱液沾满了我的睾丸，顺着我的大腿滴落。

“对……就是那里。你的鸡巴正顶到那个点——别停，继续说。”

“You feel incredible,” I whispered hotly against her neck, breath ragged. “Soaking my dick like a good little slut for hire. Come for me, Elena. Let the city hear you.”

她的指甲隔着衬衫抓挠我的背。节奏变得疯狂，我粗壮的肉棒在她痉挛的小穴里进进出出。她突然收紧，大腿颤抖。

“I’m—oh fuck—I’m coming!” she gasped, voice breaking into a long, throaty moan. Her inner muscles rippled around me in powerful waves, milking my cock until I couldn’t hold back.

我整根没入，然后爆发，滚烫的精液一股股地涌进她的深处。我们紧紧相拥，颤抖着，余韵在两人身上回荡，微风冷却了我们汗湿的皮肤。

Later, dawn crept over the skyline. We sat on the ledge sharing bitter rooftop coffee from paper cups, her head on my shoulder. Stolen glances passed between us—hers shy now, mine wondering if one night could ever be enough. She smiled into her cup, legs still shaky beneath the wrinkled dress, and I knew the road had brought me exactly where I needed to be.