录音室里的审问

She looked at me like she'd already undressed me with her eyes. Her dark eyes, my boss's eyes, slid across my face, lingered on my lips, then slowly traveled lower, to the unbuttoned top button of my shirt. The photographer's studio smelled of coffee, expensive perfume, and something electric, like the air before a thunderstorm. We were standing too close to the white cyclorama, and her fingers accidentally brushed my wrist as she adjusted the light.

"这不代表什么，"她轻声说，但她的声音颤抖，暴露了她的紧张。"只是……让我们看看你为拍摄准备得如何。如果你愿意，就当是一次审问。"

"Ready, Anna Sergeevna," I replied, feeling the heat creep up my neck. Her name was Anna, thirty-eight, strict as a whip, and just as desirable. "Ask your questions."

She smiled with the corner of her mouth and stepped closer. Her palm landed on my chest, right over my shirt, and I heard her sharp intake of breath. Her fingers slowly undid the next button, then another. My skin burned under every touch.

"Tell me, why do you look at me like that during meetings?" she whispered, dragging her nail across my collarbone. "Only honesty. Otherwise, I'll have to... deepen the interrogation."

"Because I imagine you moaning my name," I breathed out, not breaking eye contact. "And your strict lips wrapped around my cock."

安娜轻声笑了，但其中欲望多过嘲弄。她把我推倒在柔软的模特脚凳上，我坐了下来。她的铅笔裙随着她跨坐在我胯上而卷了上去。她纤细的手指飞快地解开我的皮带、拉下拉链，然后她滚烫的手掌握住我硬挺的鸡巴，慢慢地上下套弄。

“哇……真是个急切的新手，”她低吟着，手上又捏紧了一点。“别射太快，我还没问完问题呢。”

I slid my hands under her blouse, found her firm tits without a bra—her nipples were already hard little nubs. I pinched them between my fingers, rolled them. Anna arched her back, bit her lip, but didn't stop me.

"So... do you fuck your employees in the studio often?" I asked, teasing her with the same tone.

"Only the ones who look at me like they want to devour me," she replied, and leaned in, kissing me hungrily, deeply. Our tongues tangled, and she rocked her hips, grinding her wet pussy through her thin panties against my throbbing cock. The fabric was already soaked through.

I pushed her panties aside. My fingers immediately slid between her hot, smooth-shaven lips. She was incredibly wet. Anna moaned into my mouth when I pushed two fingers inside and started slowly fucking her with them, circling my thumb around her clit.

"Deeper..." she breathed out, breaking the kiss. "Yeah, just like that... keep asking, if you want."

"Will you come from my fingers, or do you need my cock?" I asked, speeding up. Her juices ran down my palm, dripping onto my pants.

Anna was trembling, her thighs clenching around my hand. She grabbed my hair and pulled me closer.

"I want your cock. Now. Put it in and fuck me until I scream."

I didn't wait. I lifted her slightly, guided the head to her entrance, and slammed in all the way to the base. She gasped, eyes wide. Tight, hot, wet. I started moving hard, deep, gripping her firm ass. Every thrust made her tits bounce, and the studio filled with wet slaps and her ragged moans.

"More... harder..." she whispered, scratching my shoulders. "You stretch me so good... don't stop..."

我把她翻到脚凳上，让她四肢着地。我再次进入她，这次很慢，让她感受每一寸。我的手指找到她的阴蒂，开始快速画圈，同时从后面猛烈抽插。安娜现在毫无羞耻地尖叫着，她的身体颤抖，她的阴道在我周围有节奏地痉挛收缩。

"I'm gonna... come..." she groaned, throwing her head back. "Come inside me... please..."

I sped up, feeling the tension in my gut become unbearable. A few more powerful thrusts—and she screamed, convulsing in orgasm. Her pussy clamped down hard, milking me. I couldn't hold back and came right after, flooding her with a hot rush of cum. We froze, breathing heavily, our bodies glistening with sweat.

Then she turned, sat up, smoothed her skirt, and looked at me with a light, almost playful smile. Our mixed wetness slowly trickled down her inner thigh.

"So," she said, tracing a finger across my sweat-damp chest, "interrogation's over. You passed... with honors."

I laughed, pulled her close, and kissed her more softly this time.

“那么，下次‘面试’我们还能再来一次吗？”

"Only if we agree again that it doesn't mean anything," she replied, winking, though that forbidden fire still burned in her eyes.

We both knew—it meant everything now.