威士忌雨和旧情人
The moment I saw her slip into the tiny corner café, soaked from the sudden downpour, my cock twitched like it remembered every filthy night we’d spent together. Rain hammered the windows, turning the street into a blurry watercolor, while inside the place smelled of fresh espresso and aged oak from the small bar. Elena shook out her dark hair, her white blouse clinging to her full tits, nipples already hard from the cold. Our eyes locked across the empty tables and the old desire slammed back in like lightning.
“Fuck, Jake… you still haunt this place?” she said, voice low and teasing as she walked straight to my table.
I stood up, pulse hammering. “Only when I need a drink and a memory. You look like you could use one too.”
她笑了，那沙哑的声音，正是以前她在我手指下高潮时我常听到的。“威士忌。纯饮。来两杯。”
The barista brought the glasses quickly, amber liquid catching the warm light. We clinked them without a word, the rain a steady roar outside. One sip and the heat spread down my throat, loosening everything. Her knee brushed mine under the tiny table. Two sips and her hand was on my thigh.
“Been thinking about you,” Elena whispered, eyes dark with want. “Especially when I’m alone at night… touching myself.”
My dick hardened instantly. “Yeah? You still get that wet little pussy when you remember how I used to fuck you?”
She bit her lip, nodding. The alcohol burned sweetly in our veins, making every touch electric. I slid my hand under the table, up her skirt, finding her already soaked through her panties. She gasped softly.
“Jake… here?”
“这种雨天没人会来，”我低吼道，把那层薄薄的布料拨到一边。我的手指找到她湿滑的肉缝，绕着她肿胀的阴蒂打转。她紧紧抓着桌子边缘，呼吸急促。
“Oh shit… yes, right there. Finger me like you used to.”
I slipped two fingers inside her tight cunt, pumping slowly while my thumb worked her clit. The wet sounds were muffled by the rain. Her hips rocked against my hand, tits heaving under that damp blouse. The whiskey made her bolder; she reached over and palmed my hard cock through my jeans.
“Still so big,” she moaned. “I need it. Now.”
We didn’t even finish the second round. I pulled her up, her legs shaky, and we stumbled to the narrow hallway leading to the single restroom. The door clicked shut behind us. She dropped to her knees on the cold tiles, fumbling with my zipper.
“Want to taste you again,” Elena breathed, pulling my thick cock free. It slapped against her cheek, already leaking. She licked the head, swirling her tongue around the tip before taking me deep. Her mouth was hot, wet velvet. I groaned, threading my fingers through her wet hair.
“Fuck, suck it harder, baby. Just like that.”
She bobbed faster, gagging softly when I hit the back of her throat, saliva dripping down my balls. The whiskey buzz made everything sharper, dirtier. I pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the sink. Her skirt flipped up, panties yanked to the side.
“Look at that juicy ass,” I muttered, slapping it once. She yelped, then pushed back.
“Put your cock in me, Jake. Fill this pussy up.”
我用肿胀的龟头沿着她滴水的缝隙来回磨蹭，然后狠狠顶了进去。她的小穴像拳头一样紧紧裹住我，又热又滑。我们俩都大声呻吟起来。我开始从后面猛烈撞击她，镜子里映出她潮红的脸，嘴巴张着，眼睛半闭，满是快感。肌肤相撞的每一声脆响都在小房间里回荡。
“再用力点……哦天哪，再用力干我！”她哀求着，紧紧抓着瓷器。
I grabbed her hips, slamming deep, my balls smacking her clit. The alcohol made us reckless, sweaty, desperate. I reached around and rubbed her swollen nub fast. Her legs started shaking.
“I’m gonna cum… Jake, I’m cumming on your cock!”
Her pussy pulsed wildly, juices coating my shaft as she cried out. I didn’t stop, fucking her through it until her knees buckled. Then I pulled out, turned her, and lifted her onto the sink. Her legs wrapped around me as I slid back inside that fluttering heat.
“Want to see your face when I fill you,” I panted, thrusting up into her. We kissed messily, tongues battling, tasting whiskey and pure lust. Her nails dug into my back. I felt my balls tighten.
“Cum inside me,” she gasped between kisses. “Give me every drop.”
I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, thick ropes of cum flooding her pussy. She came again with me, milking every spurt, moaning my name like a prayer. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, foreheads pressed while the rain kept falling outside.
After a minute she laughed softly, still impaled on me. “Guess some things never change.”
I kissed her swollen lips. “Good thing the café owner owes me a favor. We can stay as long as the whiskey lasts.”
Elena grinned, rolling her hips once more. “Then pour me another. I’m not done with you yet.”