屋顶鸡巴挑逗

城市的灯光像散落的钻石在远处闪烁，但我唯一能专注的，是马库斯俯身靠在屋顶酒吧时，那条黑色裤子下紧绷的粗壮硬屌。我的脉搏在喉咙里狂跳。过去一个小时我一直在看他调酒，看他那双有力的手如何移动，看他嘴角自信的弧度。每次我们目光相遇，空气中都噼啪作响。

I’m Lena, thirty-two, in town for a conference that had already bored me to tears. The rooftop bar was nearly empty now, just the warm night breeze and the low hum of traffic far beneath us. Marcus, the bartender, had poured me one last whiskey and told the other guests the bar was closing early. His dark eyes locked on mine.

“你一直盯着我的鸡巴看，像是想把它占为己有，”他低声粗哑地说，把酒杯放在我面前。嘴角慢慢勾起一抹坏笑。

热浪涌上我的脸颊，但我没有移开视线。“也许我确实想。你从我坐下起就一直硬着。那么大一根鸡巴，想不注意到都难。”

Marcus let out a quiet laugh, stepping around the bar until he stood right in front of me. The city wind tugged at my short dress, brushing cool air against my thighs. He reached out, brushed a strand of hair from my face, then let his fingers trail down my neck.

“Say it again,” he whispered, stepping closer so I could feel the heat of his body. “Tell me what you want.”

I swallowed, heart racing. “I want your cock. Right here. On this rooftop.”

His breath hitched. Without another word he took my hand and pressed it firmly against the thick bulge in his pants. The size of him made me bite my lip — long, heavy, already throbbing under my palm. I squeezed, feeling it jump.

“操，莱娜……你真直接。”他的声音压得更低，几乎像低吼。“从你点第一杯酒开始，我就一直在想把这根鸡巴插进你那张漂亮的嘴里，或者你紧致的小穴里。”

I rubbed him slowly through the fabric, loving how he groaned. The explicit words spilling from him made my clit ache. “Then stop talking and show me. I want to feel every inch.”

Marcus didn’t waste time. He unzipped, and his thick cock sprang free — veined, dark, the head already glistening with precum. It was gorgeous, easily eight inches and so wide my fingers barely met when I wrapped them around the base. The night air felt electric against our skin.

He pulled me off the stool, spun me so my back pressed to his chest, and slid both hands under my dress. Strong fingers hooked my panties aside. “You’re soaked already,” he murmured against my ear, voice like velvet. “This pussy is dripping for my cock, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I breathed, pushing back against him. “Give it to me slow. I want to feel you stretch me.”

他用粗大的龟头在我阴缝上下磨蹭，沾满我的湿液，逗弄我的阴蒂，直到我的双腿发抖。城市在我们下方嗡嗡作响，浑然不觉。然后他向前推进，一寸一寸地，伴随着一声长长的共同呻吟，沉入我的小穴。

“哦天啊……这他妈太大了，”我喘着气，抓住吧台栏杆。那种撑开的灼热感甜蜜地烧着，每一道纹路和青筋都刮过我内壁。他完全填满了我，一插到底，蛋蛋紧紧贴着我。

马库斯停了一会儿，让我适应，嘴唇轻蹭我的脖子。“就是这样……把整根鸡巴都吃进去。你感觉太棒了。又热又紧地裹着我。”他的低语纯粹是性。“告诉我是什么感觉。”

“好满，”我轻声呻吟。“就像你正以最好的方式把我撑开。动……求你了。”

He started slow, deliberate thrusts that dragged his thick shaft along every sensitive spot inside me. The wet sounds of my pussy sucking him in mixed with the distant city noise. One hand slid up to cup my breast through my dress, pinching my nipple lightly while the other held my hip.

“Listen to how wet you are for me,” he whispered hotly against my ear. “That slick little pussy is creaming all over my cock. You love being fucked out here where anyone could look up and see.”

The words sent fresh heat spiraling through me. I pushed back to meet his thrusts, needing more. He picked up the pace, fucking me deeper, harder, the slap of skin on skin growing louder. My moans turned breathy and broken.

“Marcus… right there. Don’t stop. Your cock feels so good.”

He spun me again suddenly, lifting me onto the wide bar counter. Bottles clinked as he spread my legs wide, cock still buried inside. Now we faced each other. His eyes were dark with lust, forehead glistening with sweat.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” he ordered softly, voice husky. “I want to watch your face when this cock makes you cum.”

He drove into me again, steady and deep, one hand braced beside my head. The new angle hit my g-spot perfectly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his firm ass. Every thrust pushed a fresh gasp from my throat.

“我快到了，”我低语，指甲掐进他的肩膀。“你的鸡巴会让我高潮得那么厉害……”

“Cum on it then,” he breathed, leaning down so our foreheads touched. “Let me feel that pussy squeeze every inch. Say my name when you do.”

The orgasm crashed over me suddenly. “Marcus!” I cried out, body shaking, pussy pulsing wildly around his thick cock. Waves of pleasure rolled through me as he kept thrusting slowly, drawing it out, whispering filthy praise against my lips.

“That’s my girl… so fucking beautiful when you cum on my cock.”

He didn’t stop. Instead he pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach across the smooth bar top, and slid back inside from behind in one smooth stroke. The new position let him go even deeper. His hands gripped my ass, spreading me open so he could watch his cock disappear into my dripping pussy.

“天啊，看看那个，”他呻吟道。“你漂亮的嘴唇在我周围张得那么开。我快撑不住了。”

“填满我，”我哀求道，声音因余韵而沙哑。“我想感受你的精液射进我深处。”

His thrusts grew faster, more urgent. The wet smack of his hips against my ass echoed across the empty rooftop. He leaned over me, lips at my ear again.

“You want this load? Want me to pump your pussy full?”

“Yes… please, Marcus. Give it to me.”

With a deep, guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. I felt every powerful spurt as his cock throbbed inside me, flooding my pussy with hot cum. He kept moving through it, milking every drop, until we were both panting and trembling.

After a long moment he eased out, a thick trickle of his cum slipping down my thigh. We stayed like that, catching our breath under the open sky.

马库斯扶我下来，用出奇温柔的手把我的裙子拉回原位，然后把他仍半硬的鸡巴塞回去。一个慵懒、满足的笑容在他脸上展开。

“Well… that was one hell of a last call,” he said, chuckling.

I laughed too, light and breathless, the tension between us now replaced by warm, easy pleasure. “Best conference perk ever. Think the bar’s open for one more drink?”

He winked, already reaching for the whiskey. “For you? Always.”