与明星雪困木屋
我注意到的第一件事，是她从热水浴缸出来后，丝绸睡袍贴在湿漉漉的皮肤上，乳尖在薄薄的布料下挺立着，她走进小木屋火光摇曳的客厅。我们之间的紧张气氛像壁炉里噼啪作响的木柴一样。我妻子在三百英里外开会，而 Elena Voss——那个已婚女演员，她的脸出现在每个广告牌上——租下了隔壁的小木屋，想安静地度个周末。一座桥断了之后，我们就被大雪困在了一起。
“Mark, you’re staring again,” she said, voice low and teasing as she poured two glasses of red wine. Her dark hair spilled over bare shoulders, still glistening with melted snowflakes.
“I can’t help it. You look like you just stepped off a movie set.”
她轻声笑了，递给我一杯酒。“那是因为我确实去了。在布拉格拍了三个月那部该死的惊悚片。我丈夫在洛杉矶拍他自己的项目。我们几乎见不到面了。”
她那双绿眼睛锁住我的目光。空气变得更浓稠了。我放下酒杯。
“Come here,” I said, voice rough.
埃琳娜没有犹豫。她三步跨过地毯，我一把将她拉进怀里，双手滑进睡袍下，捧住她温热、沉甸甸的双乳。我的拇指擦过她硬挺的乳头时，她倒吸了一口气。
"天啊，你的手真舒服，"她拱起身子迎合我的抚触，轻声呢喃，"比我丈夫的粗糙些…我喜欢这样。"
I pushed the robe off her shoulders. It pooled at her feet, leaving her naked in the firelight. Her body was toned from endless trainer sessions—narrow waist, flared hips, a neatly trimmed pussy already glistening. My fingers traced down her belly, parting her slick folds. She was soaked. Two fingers sank inside her easily, curling against that spongy spot that made her knees buckle.
“Fuck… Mark,” she moaned, gripping my shoulders. Her hips rocked against my hand, chasing the pressure. I pumped faster, thumb circling her swollen clit in tight, relentless strokes. Her breath hitched, turning into sharp little cries that echoed off the wooden beams.
我把她转过来，让她趴在宽大的皮质脚凳上。她丰满的屁股翘起，阴唇肿胀滴着水。我释放出胀痛的肉棒，粗壮青筋暴起，用龟头沿着她的肉缝摩擦，让自己沾满她的汁液。
“Tell me you want it,” I growled, one hand fisting her hair.
“我要你的鸡巴。深深地。现在就要。”
I thrust in hard, burying all eight inches in one stroke. Her walls clenched around me like wet velvet, hot and greedy. Elena cried out, pushing back to meet every pounding thrust. The wet slap of skin filled the room, mixed with her filthy little gasps.
“Harder—yes, just like that. Stretch me.”
我抓住她的臀部，手指陷进柔软的肉里，用深沉而惩罚性的抽插操着她。她的乳房在身下晃动，乳头擦过皮革。我伸手绕过去，捏住一只乳头，另一只手滑下去快速画圈揉搓她的阴蒂。她突然高潮了，小穴痉挛着，一股热流喷涌而下，溅湿了我的睾丸。
“Oh god—I’m cumming—don’t stop!”
I didn’t. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the thick rug, and drove back in. Her legs locked around my waist as I fucked her missionary, slower now, grinding deep so my cockhead kissed her cervix with every roll of my hips. Our faces were inches apart. She kissed me hungrily, tongue sliding against mine while her nails raked down my back.
“You’re so much bigger than him,” she panted between kisses. “I can feel you everywhere.”
I hooked her knees over my shoulders, folding her in half. The new angle let me hammer even deeper. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream as another orgasm ripped through her. This time I followed, growling low as my cock pulsed, flooding her clenching pussy with thick ropes of cum. It overflowed, leaking down her ass crack onto the rug.
We collapsed, still joined, breathing hard. I rolled us onto our sides, cock softening inside her warmth. For a long time we just lay there in front of the dying fire, listening to each other’s ragged breathing slow. Snow tapped against the windows. Her fingers traced lazy circles on my chest.
“Think the bridge will stay out till morning?” she whispered, voice husky and sated.
“I hope so,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her damp forehead. “I’m not done with you yet, actress.”
She smiled against my skin, her pussy giving my spent cock one last gentle squeeze. Outside, the mountain wind howled, but inside, the only sound was our quiet, satisfied breathing.