画布与现金

I stood on the balcony of the seaside hotel suite, the warm salt air brushing my skin, but all I could think about was how badly I needed to be touched. My fingers itched to sketch, yet the ache between my thighs was louder. When the knock came, I opened the door to Marcus, the model I’d hired through the discreet escort service. He was tall, sun-bronzed, with sharp cheekbones and a quiet confidence that made my pulse race.

“晚上好，莉娜，”他说，声音低沉而平滑，像外面的海浪。“准备好创造点难忘的东西了吗？”

我咽了口口水，欲火已经在下面翻涌。“所以你来了。两个小时，全价。今晚没有限制。”

他深色的眼睛扫过我身上的短丝袍，停留在胸部的隆起上。“明白了。你想让我在哪儿？”

The explicit hunger hit fast. I didn’t bother with sketches. I grabbed his hand and pulled him straight to the wide bed overlooking the moonlit sea.

“On your back,” I whispered, pushing him down. My robe slipped open as I straddled his hips, feeling the thick ridge of his cock pressing up through his pants.

“操，你真直接，”马库斯喘息着，双手滑上我的大腿，手指陷进柔软的肉里。“我喜欢这样。”

我抵着他磨蹭了一下，两下，摩擦让我的阴蒂阵阵跳动。然后我猛地拉下他的拉链，释放出他沉重的阴茎。它弹了起来，青筋暴起，泛着红，龟头已经湿亮。看到这一幕，我的小穴猛地一缩。

没有慢慢热身。我直起身跪着，握住他粗硬的肉棒，狠狠坐了下去。那种撑开的灼烧感爽极了，我湿透的骚穴把每一寸都吞了进去。

“Oh shit… so tight,” he groaned, head tipping back against the pillows. His fingers dug into my hips, guiding but not controlling.

我双手撑在他胸口，开始快速骑乘，臀部猛力起伏，肌肤拍打的湿响与远处海浪的撞击声交织。敞开的浴袍下，我的双乳上下弹跳。每一次下沉的冲刺都让快感如火花般窜过我的阴蒂。

“再用力点，马库斯。用你的手。摸遍我全身。”

他的手掌贪婪地游走，揉捏着我的乳房，拨弄着我的乳头，直到我忍不住喘息。接着一只手落到我们之间，手指找到我肿胀的阴蒂，随着我的节奏画着紧促的圆圈。双重刺激让我的肉壁紧紧裹着他的鸡巴不住地收缩。

我先到了高潮，来得又急又猛，小穴剧烈收缩着叫出声来。淫水把他的肉棒弄得湿滑，顺着他的卵蛋往下滴。但我没停。我抬起身，转了个方向，背对着他重新坐下去，让他把我屁股看得一清二楚。

“妈的，看看这诱人的风景，”他哑着嗓子嘟囔。他的手指顺着我的脊背滑下去，然后抓住我的臀瓣，在我上下起伏时把它们掰开。这个角度插得更深，每一下他的龟头都刮过我前壁。

我俯身向前，撑着他的小腿，改变节奏，变成短促的研磨式起伏，让我的阴蒂碾磨着他的根部。快感再次积聚，更热、更快。他的呼吸急促起来。

“莉娜……我快到了。告诉我射哪里。”

“Inside. Fill me.”

He thrust up to meet me, fingers digging bruises into my hips. Our pace turned frantic, the bed creaking, my moans mixing with his low grunts. When I clenched around him a second time, he followed, cock throbbing as thick ropes of cum flooded my pussy. I felt every pulse, every spurt, until it leaked out around his shaft.

我们侧身倒下，仍然连在一起，喘着粗气。海风冷却了我们汗湿的皮肤。马库斯拂开我脸上潮湿的头发，露出一个慵懒的笑容。

“So… did I inspire any art?”

I laughed, light and free, the tension gone. “Maybe tomorrow. Right now I’m thinking round two on the balcony.”

他和我一起轻笑，那声音温暖而轻松，就像下方涌来的海浪。