Private Viewing

画廊里一片寂静，只有水晶杯中冰块碰撞的叮当声。克莱尔双手抚平身上那件午夜蓝设计师连衣裙，丝绸在她大腿间低语般滑动，对着散落在各座大理石基座间的六个男人微笑。香槟还没喝完，他们已经买下了半场展览的藏品。

"Ladies and gentlemen," she said, then laughed. "Gentlemen, I mean. You know I love the exclusivity of these nights."

马库斯——六十岁，银发，总是第一个打款——举起酒杯：“我们爱你的……策展，克莱尔。”

The way he said it lingered. She felt the weight of their attention settle on her, all the stretched silk and carefully chosen neckline. When she bent to point out the provenance of a bronze sculpture, she took her time.

“有件事我只允许今晚，”她说着，挺直了身子。

"What's that?" Another patron, Ethan, younger than the rest, forty-two, loosened his tie.

Claire stepped closer, her heels clicking on the parquet. She reached past Ethan to adjust a frame that wasn't crooked. Her hip grazed his hand. "A private acquisition. You'll have to show me you're serious."

她领着他们走进更里面的后厅。那里的灯光更暗，琥珀色的阴影在波斯地毯上聚拢。她听到身后门轻轻扣上的声音。

"Stroke it for me, Marcus."

He blinked, then grinned wide, knotting the silk of his tie undone. "I knew it."

"It doesn't wait," she said.

等他把那根又粗又红的家伙从裤子里掏出来握在手里时，其他男人已经在解皮带了。亚伦的皮带扣叮当作响。伯纳德，秃头矮壮，走近一步，隔着裙子握住她的乳房，拇指把乳头揉得硬挺。她仰起头。

“一次一个，”她说，但她跪了下来，裙子的丝绸在地板上沙沙作响。“或者别管了。”

The first hot stripe hit her cheek, viscous and stringy. Marcus grunted. She laughed, catching his balls in her hand, pumping him for more. The next spurt lacquered her lips, and she parted her mouth, letting it pool on her tongue before swallowing.

"You're a masterpiece, Claire." Ethan's voice was tight. He moved in front of her, jerking hard, and she opened her mouth around his tip for two seconds — just a taste — before pulling away with a wet pop.

"You don't get the mouth version," she said, stroking him fast. "That's for after."

She turned her face up, eyes closed. Heat splattered across her forehead, dripped into her eyelashes. On her collarbone. The silk of her dress soaked in dark, spreading stains.

“哦哦，天哪——”亚伦一阵阵地射在领口上，珍珠白落在午夜蓝上。

She reached her hand back, guiding Bernard's cock between her legs. "On the dress," she whispered. "I want it ruined."

He stood over her, aimed at her chest, and painted the bodice in thick ropes of cum. She moaned, pressing the fabric into itself, feeling the warmth through the silk.

“你看起来就像你自己的雕塑之一，”伯纳德喘着气说，“抽象。充满精液。”

她笑了，此刻带着几分狂野。还有三个箱子立着，鸡巴硬挺，正在撸动。她跪着爬到最后一个面前，头向后仰，让最后几波精液覆盖她的喉咙、下巴和乳房的曲线。

他们完事后，她还待在那里，膝盖跪在地毯上酸痛不已，她的名牌连衣裙被精液浸透，又湿又重。画廊里弥漫着咸味和昂贵古龙水的味道。

She looked up at them, wiping a slow streak from her brow with one finger and tasting it.

“藏品归你了，”克莱尔说着，摇摇晃晃地站起来，身上滴着精液。“现在谁最好给我叫辆出租车和一家干洗店。”

Marcus grinned, still catching his breath. "Or we could do round two in the office. I think the couch is leather."

克莱尔低头看着裙子上黏糊糊的残局，挑起一边眉毛：“给我十分钟再倒几杯酒。你们最好准备好，因为我要那个用嘴的版本。”

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