深夜像素

The moment I locked the studio door behind us, the air thickened. Elena leaned against the empty reception desk in her short black robe, those long legs crossed, her dark eyes already daring me. As the company photographer, I’d shot her a dozen times, but tonight the office was deserted, lights low, and the tension between us finally snapped.

“你确定没人会回来吗？”她低声说，嘴角上扬。

“Security’s done rounds. Just us.” I set my camera on the desk, heart hammering. Her robe slipped open an inch, revealing the lace edge of her bra. My cock twitched hard against my jeans.

Elena’s phone buzzed in her hand. She glanced at the screen, then at me, a wicked little smile forming. “Then maybe we start slow… with this.” She tapped out a message, and my phone vibrated.

短信亮起：*想看看浴袍下面是什么吗？*

My thumbs flew. *Show me.*

She turned slightly, let the robe fall open. The flash of her phone camera lit her cleavage, full tits barely contained by black lace. The picture arrived with a soft chime—her nipples already hard, pushing against the fabric. My mouth went dry.

*Fuck, Elena. Touch them for me.*

She obeyed instantly, one hand sliding under the cup, pinching. Another photo came through: fingers rolling a tight nipple, her lips parted in a silent moan. The empty office echoed with our breathing.

I stepped closer but kept distance, letting the phones do the work. My next text: *Spread your legs. Show me that pussy.*

Elena bit her lip, hiked one heel onto the desk chair. The robe dropped completely. She was shaved smooth, her slit already glistening. The picture that followed was pure filth—two fingers parting her wet lips, clit swollen and shiny. The sight made my dick throb painfully.

*You’re soaked. Finger it.*

Her reply buzzed back with a video this time. Short, shaky clip: her middle finger sinking deep into her tight pussy, then pulling out coated in cream. “Like this?” she typed, voice husky in the quiet room.

“Yeah… just like that,” I murmured aloud, palming my cock through my pants. I sent my own photo—my thick shaft out, veins pulsing, pre-cum beading at the tip.

她看着屏幕瞪大了眼睛。“天哪，比我想象的还大。”她飞快地打字：*我自慰的时候你撸它。*

我们相隔五英尺站着，一手拿着手机，另一手抚弄身体。我慢慢撸动拳头，看着她两根手指进进出出，湿漉漉的咕啾声在寂静的办公室里格外响亮。她的臀部扭动，呼吸急促。

“Faster,” I texted.

She did, adding a third finger, stretching herself. Her free hand squeezed a tit hard, leaving red marks. The next message from her read: *I’m so close already… want to feel you inside.*

我两步跨过房间，把她转过来面对桌子。不再看屏幕——我的鸡巴一次顺畅的插入取代了她的手指。她的骚穴火热地夹紧我，汁水淋漓，内壁颤抖。

“Oh shit… yes,” Elena gasped, gripping the edge. “Fill me up.”

I drove deep, hips slapping her firm ass. The desk creaked under us. I grabbed her phone, still open to our chat, and angled it to capture my cock disappearing into her stretched cunt. The picture sent to her with a ping.

She laughed breathlessly, then moaned as I changed rhythm—slow, grinding strokes that made her toes curl. “You’re such a dirty photographer… keep going.”

I pulled out, sat in the swivel chair, and yanked her onto my lap facing me. Her tits bounced as she sank back down, taking every inch. We fucked like that, slow then frantic, her nails digging into my shoulders. I sucked a nipple into my mouth while she rode me, her pussy making obscene wet sounds.

“再用力点，”她乞求道，阴蒂磨蹭着我的骨盆。“让我在你的鸡巴上高潮。”

I thrust up, gripping her waist, pounding from below. Her head fell back, dark hair spilling. The orgasm hit her hard—pussy spasming, juices flooding my balls. She cried out, voice echoing off the glass walls.

I wasn’t done. Flipping her onto the desk on her back, I hooked her legs over my arms and drove in again, deep and relentless. The new angle made her eyes roll, fresh slick coating us both.

“Cum inside me,” she panted, fingers flying across her phone one last time. The text popped up on my screen even as I fucked her: *Fill this pussy. I want to feel it drip out later.*

That pushed me over. With a guttural groan I buried myself to the hilt and erupted, thick ropes of cum flooding her clenching heat. She milked every drop, trembling through a second, smaller climax.

We stayed locked together, panting, sweat cooling on our skin. Her phone buzzed again on the desk—another message from her own fingers: *Round two in the conference room?*

I kissed her swollen lips, already hard again inside her. “Lead the way.”