热烈释放：第二回合

I’d been buried in depositions for three straight weeks. My neck felt like it was welded to my shoulders, and my lower back screamed every time I sat down. So when the firm gave me a corporate wellness voucher for the exclusive Meridian Spa, I didn’t hesitate. I needed this.

The private treatment room smelled of warm cedar and eucalyptus. Soft amber lights glowed against slate walls. I stripped down to nothing, slid under the crisp sheet on the heated massage table, and let the warmth seep into my bones. My eyes were already drifting shut when the door opened.

“Evening, Ms. Hargrove. I’m Marcus. I’ll be taking care of you tonight.”

His voice was low, smooth, like aged whiskey. I cracked one eye open. Tall, broad-shouldered, dark skin gleaming under the low light, crisp white uniform stretched across a chest that clearly spent time in the gym. A hint of a smile played on his full lips.

“Hi,” I managed, suddenly aware I was naked under the thin sheet. “Just… work stress. Deep tissue, please. I can take it hard.”

Something flickered in his dark eyes. “Understood.”

His hands were perfect—large, warm, confident. He started at my shoulders, thumbs digging into knots that had lived there for years. I groaned, half pain, half relief. The sheet slipped lower as he worked down my back, exposing the curve of my ass. I didn’t bother pulling it up. The table’s heat pulsed against my skin, matching the slow throb building between my legs.

“You’re carrying a lot here,” he murmured, palms gliding over my lower back, then lower. “May I go deeper?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”

Oil poured in a warm stream over my ass cheeks. His strong hands spread it everywhere, kneading, stroking. When his thumbs brushed the sensitive crease where thigh met ass, I shivered. He noticed.

“Still good?”

“God, yes. Don’t stop.”

His fingers moved with deliberate care, circling closer to my tightest hole. One slick thumb pressed lightly against my anus, not entering, just teasing the rim. A jolt of forbidden pleasure shot straight to my clit. I hadn’t expected that.

“Marcus…” My voice cracked.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

I didn’t. Instead I lifted my hips just a fraction, silently begging. He took the invitation. The pad of his thumb circled my asshole again and again, spreading oil, pressing a little deeper each time until the tight ring began to soften.

“Fuck, that feels… different,” I whispered, cheeks burning.

“Good different?” His voice had dropped another octave.

I nodded into the face cradle. “Keep going.”

他把更多温热的油直接淋在我的臀缝上。现在两根手指上下滑动，一根探入我的小穴口蘸取突然涌出的湿液，再回到我的后穴。双重刺激让我脚趾都蜷缩起来。

“You’re getting so wet for this,” he said, almost reverent. “Your body wants it.”

“I’ve never… no one’s ever touched me there like this.”

His finger breached my tight ring, just the tip. The stretch was intense, burning for a second before melting into a deep, full ache that made my pussy clench hard.

“Oh shit,” I gasped.

“Breathe, Elena.” He used my first name for the first time. “Let it open for me.”

I exhaled slowly. His finger sank deeper, knuckle-deep, twisting gently. The heated table made everything feel liquid. Pleasure rolled through me in thick waves. I was dripping onto the sheet now, shameless.

“More,” I begged. “I need more.”

He added a second finger, scissoring carefully, stretching my virgin ass while his other hand reached underneath to find my swollen clit. The dual assault—fingers pumping in my ass, firm circles on my clit—had me panting.

“Marcus… I’m gonna come if you keep that up.”

“Then come. Let me feel this tight little ass squeeze my fingers.”

高潮像货运列车一样袭来。我尖叫出声，臀部猛烈挺动，肛门在他侵入的手指周围疯狂收缩。爱液喷溅到他的手上和桌子上。我这一生从没在后庭玩弄中高潮得这么猛烈过。

But he wasn’t done.

I heard the soft sound of his zipper. The rustle of fabric. Then the hot, thick weight of his cock laid against my oiled crack.

“Tell me you want it,” he growled.

“I want your cock in my ass. Please, Marcus. Fuck my ass on this table.”

He pressed the wide head against my freshly stretched hole. Even with all the oil and the orgasm, it was a tight fit. I moaned loudly as he pushed forward, the burning stretch blooming into white-hot pleasure. Inch by inch his thick cock disappeared into my ass until his heavy balls rested against my soaked pussy.

“天哪，你把我夹得真他妈紧，”他低吼。

He started slow, long strokes that made my eyes roll back. The heated table amplified every sensation—the warmth under my breasts and belly, the slick glide of his shaft stretching my asshole, the wet slap of his balls against my clit.

“Harder,” I demanded, pushing back to meet him. “Fuck my ass like you mean it.”

Marcus gripped my hips and gave me what I asked for. Deep, powerful thrusts that drove his cock balls-deep into my ass again and again. The room filled with the obscene sounds of oiled skin slapping, my desperate moans, his low grunts.

“I’m close,” he warned, voice strained.

“Come inside me. Fill my ass with your cum.”

A few more savage strokes and he buried himself to the hilt. I felt the hot rush as he erupted, thick ropes of cum flooding deep in my bowels. The sensation triggered my second orgasm—deeper, longer, my whole body shaking as my pussy and ass spasmed together.

We stayed locked like that, panting, sweat-slick, the table’s heat cradling us. Finally he eased out, a trickle of his cum leaking from my well-fucked hole.

“Feel better?” he asked with a wicked smile, wiping me gently with a warm towel.

我上气不接下气地笑了，浑身瘫软，容光焕发。

“Best corporate wellness program I’ve ever had.”