Studio Throat Lesson

The rain hammered the tall windows of the converted warehouse studio, each flash of lightning outlining Elena’s tight black yoga pants as she adjusted the softbox lights. My pulse hammered harder than the storm outside. I had signed up for her private evening “breathwork and alignment” session weeks ago, but the way her hazel eyes kept flicking to my mouth told me we both wanted something far filthier than downward dog.

“Lock the door, Jake,” she said, voice low and smoky.

I clicked the deadbolt.

她走近一步，赤脚踩在抛光水泥地上，皮肤上萦绕着檀香和干净汗水的淡淡气息。她的短款背心紧贴着丰满的乳房，乳头已经隔着薄薄的面料硬挺起来。

“我看到了上周课上你怎么盯着我的喉咙看，”埃琳娜低语道，手指轻抚着她光滑的颈项。“你想操它，对吧？”

My cock surged against my joggers. “Yeah. Badly.”

“Then stop being shy.” She dropped to her knees right there between the white seamless backdrop and a velvet chaise, looking up with bold hunger. “Unzip. I want to feel you stretch me.”

My hands shook only a little as I pushed the waistband down. My thick cock sprang free, heavy and already leaking. Elena licked her lips, then opened her mouth wide, tongue flat. I didn’t tease. I gripped the back of her head and pushed inside.

The first hot, wet slide past her tongue made her gag softly, but she grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper. Her throat convulsed around the head of my cock, tight and rippling. Saliva spilled from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping onto her tank top.

“操，Elena……你的喉咙好紧。”我呻吟着，臀部不停挺动。

她哼了一声，那震动直冲我的蛋蛋。她的眼睛湿润了，但从未离开我的视线。我向后拉，直到只有龟头停在她的舌头上，然后再次插入，更用力。那淫荡的湿滑咕啾咕啾声充满了安静的工作室，比雨声还响。每一次抽插都明显地撑起她纤细的喉咙，在光滑的皮肤下形成一道移动的隆起。

Elena moaned around my dick, one hand slipping between her own thighs to rub her pussy through soaked yoga pants. The fabric darkened as she got wetter. I tangled my fingers in her dark ponytail and started fucking her face in earnest, short, deep strokes that made her nostrils flare for air.

“整根都吃进去，宝贝。就是这样……乖女孩。”

她疯狂地点头，喉咙剧烈地颤动着。我感觉到她在我周围吞咽，肌肉像挤奶一样挤压着茎身。我的膝盖几乎要软了。我放慢速度，品味着她的嘴唇环住根部、鼻子压在我骨盆上的样子，直到她拍打我的大腿要求呼吸。

她喘着气，唾液丝连接着她肿胀的嘴唇和我闪闪发光的阴茎，她抬头对我咧嘴一笑。“还要。别忍着。今晚我想让你毁了我的喉咙。”

I hauled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the velvet chaise. Her yoga pants came down just enough to bare her juicy ass and dripping pussy, but I didn’t slide into either. Instead I stood behind her, gripped her hips, and fed my cock back into her eager mouth from this new angle. The position let me thrust straight down her throat, balls slapping her chin with every plunge.

Elena’s muffled cries vibrated around me. Her hands clutched the chaise cushions as I used her face, long steady strokes that made her throat bulge rhythmically. Saliva poured from her mouth, soaking her tits, running in shiny trails down her stomach. The wet heat, the tight squeeze, the way she pushed back to take me impossibly deeper had me panting.

I reached around and shoved two fingers into her soaked pussy, curling them hard against her front wall. She screamed around my cock, the sound deliciously choked. Her walls clamped on my fingers as the first orgasm ripped through her, juices squirting onto the studio floor.

“就是这样，含着我的鸡巴高潮。”我低吼着，加快了速度。

她的第二次高潮在第一次还没结束时就来袭了。我感到她的喉咙疯狂痉挛，拼命吸吮着我，直到我再也忍不住。我一插到底，睾丸紧贴她的下巴，直接射进她的肚子里。一股股浓稠精液脉动着灌进她的喉咙，她浑身颤抖，把每一滴都吞了下去。

当我终于抽出来时，Elena瘫倒在躺椅上，嘴唇红肿发亮，喉咙明显被操得生疼。她舔掉嘴角残留的一滴精液，冲我发出沙哑又放荡的笑声。

“Next week’s private session starts with you tying my hands behind my back,” she rasped, already peeling off her soaked tank top. “And this time I want you to film it.”