被困在工作室厕所

The moment I stepped into the massage studio for my appointment, the air thickened with old heat. Lena stood behind the reception desk in tight black scrubs that hugged every curve I used to worship. My ex. The woman whose pussy I still dreamed about. Her eyes locked on mine, pupils flaring with the same raw hunger that hit me like a punch.

"Liam," she breathed, voice low and smoky. "You're my three o'clock."

工作室很安静，只有轻柔的音乐和淡淡的薰衣草油香气。她领着我穿过一条狭窄的走廊，来到一间私人房间，里面有一张宽大的按摩床、昏暗的灯光，还有一扇可以从里面锁上的门。

“我不知道你在这里工作，”我说，已经开始脱掉衬衫。看到她弯腰调整桌子，那丰满的屁股把布料撑得紧紧的，我的鸡巴在牛仔裤里抽动了一下。

她回头看了一眼，咬着嘴唇。"已经六个月了。我以为我能承受再次见到你。"她的手指拂过我赤裸的胸膛，把我转向桌子。"躺下。脸朝上。"

我们之间赤裸的吸引力迅速迸发。她的双手抹上油，滑过我的肩膀，然后顺着胸口向下，拇指绕着我的乳头打转，直到我呻吟出声。紧张气氛噼啪作响。当她的手掌平贴在我越来越鼓的裤裆上时，我们谁也不再假装了。

“还是为我硬得这么厉害，”Lena低声说，隔着裤子揉捏着。“天哪，我想死这根鸡巴了。”

I sat up, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her close. Our mouths crashed together, tongues urgent and wet. She tasted like mint and forbidden memories. My hands roamed under her scrubs, finding bare skin, no bra, her heavy tits spilling into my palms. I pinched her nipples until she gasped into my mouth.

"Here?" I growled against her neck, sucking lightly.

"Can't wait." She tugged me off the table, breath ragged. "Quick. The toilet. No one uses it during sessions."

We stumbled into the tiny attached bathroom, door clicking shut behind us. The space was cramped, clean white tiles, a narrow sink, and a toilet with the lid down. She shoved me against the wall, yanking my jeans open. My thick cock sprang free, veins pulsing, already leaking at the tip.

莉娜一下子脱掉手术服，踢到一边。她剃过毛的小穴泛着水光，阴唇肿胀湿滑。没穿内裤。她转过身，双手撑在洗手台上，把那个完美的屁股朝我翘起来。“先摸我。就像你以前那样。只用手指。让我流水。”

我靠近她，她身体的热度散发出来。我的手指沿着她的脊椎滑下，然后探入她的臀缝，抹开她的湿滑。她湿透了。我慢慢绕着阴蒂打圈，挑逗着，感觉它在指尖下突突跳动。两根手指滑进她紧致的小穴，屈起，按压那个总能让她双腿发抖的地方。

"Oh shit... yes, right there," she moaned, pushing back. Her walls clenched around me, hot and silky. I pumped deeper, thumb pressing her clit in steady circles. The wet sounds echoed off the tiles, obscene and loud in the small room. Her juices coated my hand, dripping down her thighs.

She reached back, gripping my cock, stroking me in time with my fingers. "I need you inside. Now. Fuck me against the toilet."

我让她转过身，自己坐在合上的马桶盖上，把她拉到我腿上，面朝我。她的膝盖落在我胯骨两侧。她慢慢沉下身子，引导我的龟头对准她的入口。我们俩都看着她的蜜穴一寸一寸地撑开，吞下我的粗硬，直到我整根没入她的湿热里。

"Fuck, you're so tight," I hissed, hands on her ass, spreading her wider. She rolled her hips in slow, grinding circles, her clit rubbing my base with every move. The position let me feel every flutter inside her. I thrust up gently at first, then harder, the slap of skin on skin filling the toilet.

Lena的乳房在我脸上弹跳。我张嘴含住一颗乳头用力吸吮，手指陷进她紧实的臀肉，引导她动得更快。她骑着我，越来越急迫，小穴像老虎钳一样绞紧，淫水涂满了我的肉棒和蛋蛋。

“用力点，利亚姆……让我在你的鸡巴上高潮。”她的声音破碎，额头抵着我的额头。汗水在我们之间凝结。我猛地向上顶撞，插得很深，马桶在我们身下吱吱作响。她的呼吸变成了绝望的呜咽。

She came first, pussy spasming wildly, flooding my lap with fresh wetness. Her nails raked my shoulders. "I'm cumming... oh god, don't stop!"

我把她翻过来，再次让她趴在洗手台上。这次我从后面进入，又快又深，一只手缠着她的头发，另一只手绕到前面揉她的阴蒂。镜子里映出一切：她通红的脸，嘴巴因快感张开，我的鸡巴一次又一次没入她湿滑的褶皱中。

Her second orgasm hit harder. She cried out, body shaking, pussy milking me until I couldn't hold back. I pulled out at the last second, stroking furiously. Thick ropes of cum painted her ass and lower back, dripping down her crack.

We panted in the small space, hearts hammering. She turned, kissed me softly, a wicked smile on her lips. "That was overdue."

The next morning I woke in my own bed, sunlight slicing through the blinds. I made coffee, black and strong, the rich aroma filling the kitchen. My phone buzzed. Lena.

"Last night was insane. Can't stop thinking about your fingers in me."

I grinned, sipping the hot brew. In the mirror by the door I caught my reflection, faint red marks on my shoulders from her nails. The memory of her riding me on that toilet lid made my cock stir again.

Another text: "Same time next week? This time maybe we skip the massage table entirely."

I typed back quickly. "Only if we lock the toilet door again. And you wear those scrubs with nothing underneath."

The three dots danced. "Deal. Bring that big cock. I want round two against the sink."

I took another slow sip, the steam rising, wondering how long we'd pretend this was just old tension before it became something more. But for now, the heat in my veins and the ache in my muscles were enough. Her scent still lingered on my skin, faint lavender mixed with pure sex.