野外捕获

The zipper of the tent hissed open and there she was, Lena, flushed from the climb, her tight sports bra damp with sweat and clinging to her full tits like a second skin. My cock twitched the second our eyes met inside the cramped two-man shelter; weeks of shooting her for my fitness portfolio had left me aching to touch what I could only frame through a lens. Rain hammered the nylon roof of our tiny camp pitched deep in the woods, turning the hike into an overnight necessity.

“马克，外面的光线糟透了，”她低声说，带着挑逗的语调，四肢着地爬了进来，瑜伽裤紧紧裹着那圆润多汁的屁股。水珠从她的马尾辫滴落到我赤裸的胸膛上。“看来我们得困在一起，直到雨停。”

I swallowed hard, camera still in my lap. "Yeah. Perfect excuse to... practice some indoor shots."

Lena laughed softly, but her eyes had that hungry glint I'd caught a dozen times during our sessions. She peeled off her wet top without asking, breasts bouncing free, nipples already hard from the chill. The scent of rain, pine, and her warm skin filled the tent.

"Help me out of these?" she whispered, turning so her back faced me. My hands trembled as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her pants and tugged them down slowly over her hips. No panties underneath—just smooth, shaved pussy lips glistening with more than rain. My breath caught.

"God, Lena... you're soaked."

她回头瞥了一眼，咬着嘴唇。"从第一张徒步照片开始我就一直在想这个。你的手调整我的姿势，总是那么小心翼翼。今晚我想要它们不那么小心。"

I slid my palms up her thighs, feeling the firm muscle from all those squats and lunges she'd powered through for the shoot. My fingers traced the curve where her ass met her legs, then dipped between to brush her slick folds. She shivered and pushed back against me.

"Like that?" I murmured, circling her clit with one fingertip while my other hand cupped a heavy tit, rolling the nipple gently. The rain drummed harder, masking her soft moan.

"Mmm, yes... slower, Mark. Feel how wet the hike made me." Her voice cracked a little as I slipped two fingers inside her tight pussy, curling them against that spongy spot that made her hips jerk. She was burning hot, silky walls gripping me. I pumped them unhurried, thumb stroking her clit in lazy circles while I kissed the back of her neck.

Lena reached behind, palming the thick bulge in my shorts. "Take it out. I need to feel your cock against me."

I shoved my shorts down, my dick springing free, already leaking. She guided it between her thighs, not inside yet, just sliding the shaft along her dripping slit while my fingers kept working her. The wet sounds mixed with the storm—obscene, perfect.

"Fuck, you're so hard," she gasped, grinding back. "All those times you made me hold poses till I shook... now it's my turn to make you shake."

I pulled my fingers free, coated in her cream, and painted slow circles around her nipples, then licked them clean while she whimpered. We shifted; I lay back on the sleeping bag and she straddled my hips facing me, lowering herself so just the head of my cock kissed her entrance. Her hands roamed my chest, nails grazing my skin as she sank down inch by inch, her pussy swallowing every thick inch until I bottomed out.

"Oh shit... so full," she breathed, eyes half-lidded. We stayed like that, connected, breathing each other's air while rain lashed the tent. My hands explored her everywhere—squeezing her firm ass, tracing the lines of her abs, thumbing her clit again in slow presses that made her clench around me.

She started to ride, not fast, but deep and rolling, like she was still doing those controlled fitness moves. Each rise and fall dragged her inner walls along my shaft, her juices coating my balls. I sat up to meet her, sucking one tit into my mouth while my fingers dug into her hips, guiding the rhythm. The smell of sex grew thick in the small space, sweat and pussy mixing with the earthy rain scent.

"Mark... touch me here," she panted, grabbing my wrist and pressing my palm flat against her lower belly so I could feel the bulge of my cock moving inside her. That nearly undid me. I thrust up harder, still tender but with building heat, spanking her ass lightly with my free hand until it glowed pink.

Her moans turned breathy and broken. "I'm gonna... don't stop fingering my clit... yes, like that—"

She came first, pussy fluttering and squeezing my dick in rhythmic pulses, a hot gush soaking us both. I held her through it, kissing her open mouth, tasting her cries. When her tremors eased I flipped us carefully, laying her on her back with her legs over my shoulders. The new angle let me grind slow and deep, watching her tits bounce with every thrust while my fingers traced patterns over her sensitive clit and slick inner thighs.

"Fill me up," she begged softly, eyes locked on mine. "I want to feel your cum dripping out when we hike tomorrow."

The words pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and let go, pulsing thick ropes of cum deep inside her spasming pussy. She milked every drop, her own smaller orgasm rippling through again as we trembled together.

We collapsed in a sweaty tangle, my cock still half-hard inside her, rain easing outside. Lena traced lazy circles on my back with her fingertips.

“你觉得摄像机拍到了吗？”她带着坏笑低声问道。

I kissed her damp forehead. "Doesn't matter. We're doing this again at sunrise... and this time I'm bringing the tripod."