Moonlit Fortune

她在最后一轮点单后走进来的那一刻，我全身每一寸皮肤都因赤裸的渴望而绷紧。她那双深色的眼睛锁住我的目光，仿佛早已看穿我脑中翻涌的每一个下流念头。我是马可，月神餐厅的酒保，而今晚这里空无一人，只有她——一个惊艳的吉普赛女郎，穿着飘逸的绯红长裙和黑色蕾丝上衣，那上衣几乎裹不住她丰满的双乳。

“Closing time, beautiful. Can I get you something quick?” I asked, wiping the bar one last time.

她缓缓露出一个会意的微笑，金色耳环在颈边摇曳。“我不需要酒，马可。我需要你眼中一直隐藏的真相。”她的嗓音低沉、沙哑，带着那种让我在吧台后阴茎抽动的浓郁罗姆口音。

I swallowed hard. The restaurant lights were dimmed to a soft amber glow, chairs stacked on tables, the scent of garlic and red wine still thick in the air. She moved closer, hips rolling under that long skirt, bare feet silent on the wooden floor. My pulse hammered.

“You read fortunes or something?” I tried to keep it light, but my voice came out rough.

“差不多吧。”她伸手越过吧台，手指轻拂我的手腕。一股热流直冲我的胯下。“我叫莉拉。而且我已经看到你有多硬了……为我而硬。”

Fuck. The explicit hunger hit fast. Within seconds her words had my cock straining against my jeans. I stepped around the bar, heart pounding, and she met me halfway. Our mouths crashed together in a deep, wet kiss that tasted like cinnamon and sin. Her lips were soft, insistent, tongue sliding against mine with filthy promise while her hands roamed my chest.

“Been watching you all night,” she whispered against my mouth, nipping my bottom lip. “The way your hands move when you pour. I kept imagining them on my skin.”

我的手掌滑下她的背，把她紧紧搂住。她身体的温热透过薄薄的衬衫渗出来。“你很危险，Lira。那种吉普赛魔法……你让我失去理智。”

She laughed softly, a throaty sound that vibrated through me. We kissed again, slower this time, savoring. My fingers traced her jaw, her throat, then cupped her heavy tits through the lace. She moaned into my mouth, pressing closer.

“Touch me, Marco. Feel how wet your stare has made me.” Her words were pure fire, spoken right against my lips.

I groaned and hiked her skirt up with one hand while the other kneaded her breast. No panties. Just smooth, warm skin and the slick evidence of her arousal coating her inner thighs. My fingers found her pussy, already drenched, swollen clit begging. I circled it gently, then firmer, listening to her breath hitch.

“Yes… like that,” she breathed, eyes half-lidded. “Your hands are magic too.”

我们跌跌撞撞地靠向光亮的吧台。我把她抱上一张高脚凳，把她的双腿大大分开。深红色的裙摆像泼洒的红酒一样堆在她腰间。我的嘴始终没有离开她的——漫长而饥渴的亲吻，同时我用两根手指在她紧致火热的体内抽插。她滚烫、丝滑，随着每一次缓慢的挺进紧紧夹住我的手指。

“再深一点，”她轻咬我的耳垂低语。“我要感受你撑开我。”

Her hands fumbled with my belt, freeing my aching cock. She stroked me with a firm grip, thumb swirling over the leaking head. “So thick… I need this inside my pussy.”

The words undid me. I gripped her hips, positioned my cock at her entrance, and pushed in with one smooth stroke. She gasped, nails digging into my shoulders. The wet, tight grip of her cunt was unreal — hot velvet sucking me deeper.

“Oh god, Marco… you fill me so perfectly,” she moaned between kisses.

I started slow, savoring every inch, pulling almost out before sliding back in. Our mouths stayed locked, tongues dancing, breaths mingling. Her juicy ass rested on the edge of the stool as I rocked into her, one hand tangled in her long dark hair, the other gripping her firm thigh.

“Harder now,” she urged, voice husky. “Fuck your gypsy slut right here where you serve drinks.”

That dirty whisper sent me over. I thrust faster, deeper, the sound of her wet pussy echoing softly in the empty restaurant. Her tits bounced with each stroke; I yanked her top down so I could pinch her dark nipples while we kissed like we’d die without it.

She came first, sudden and hard — her walls fluttering, squeezing my cock in rhythmic pulses. “I’m coming… don’t stop kissing me!”

I held her mouth to mine, swallowing her cries as her orgasm ripped through her. The spasms milked me until I couldn’t hold back. With a low growl I buried myself to the hilt and spilled inside her, thick ropes of cum flooding her pussy. We stayed joined, trembling, sharing soft, lazy kisses while our heartbeats slowed.

事后我仍深埋在她的温暖里，额头抵着她的额头。餐厅里一片寂静，只有我们急促的呼吸声和窗外城市遥远的嗡鸣。

“你真的有魔力，”我低声说，拂开她脸颊上湿漉漉的发丝。

Lira smiled, eyes soft now, glowing with afterglow. “Only the kind that brings two people together when the moon is right.” She kissed me again, tender and slow. “Stay inside me a little longer, Marco. Tell me what you feel.”

“I feel… lucky,” I murmured against her lips. “And I don’t want this night to end.”

She laughed quietly, fingers tracing my jaw. “Then don’t close the door yet. My people say the best fortunes are the ones you make together… skin to skin.”

We stayed like that, wrapped in each other, whispering promises and secrets until the first hint of dawn touched the windows.