夺回他的鸡巴

踏入芝加哥市中心酒店酒吧的那一刻，我的目光就锁定了房间对面的马库斯。距离我们上次做爱已经十年了，看到他穿着那件挺括白衬衫的宽厚肩膀，我的小穴依然因原始的渴望而收紧。他来参加的是和我同一个制药会议——纯属巧合，还是命运在玩肮脏的游戏。

“埃琳娜，”他说道，声音低沉粗哑，一边滑上我旁边的凳子。他深色的眼睛扫过我紧身黑裙，仿佛已经拥有了每一寸。“穿着高跟鞋还是那么诱人。你一个人来的吗？”

“Business trip,” I replied, sipping my martini, pulse hammering. The air between us crackled, thick with old memories of his thick cock stretching me open. “You?”

“Same. Suite 1428. Funny how these things work out.” His fingers brushed mine on the bar, deliberate, sending heat straight to my core. We barely lasted two drinks.

“Fuck the small talk, Marcus,” I whispered, leaning in so my tits pressed against his arm. “I’ve been wet since I saw you. Take me upstairs. Now.”

他的笑容里满是赤裸裸的欲望。在电梯里他把我按在墙上，嘴狠狠压上我的，手在我裙子底下沿着大腿往上摸。“还是那个贪心的小骚货，嗯？”他贴着我的嘴唇低吼。电梯门叮的一声在他那层打开。

Inside the suite he didn’t waste time. He shoved the door shut, spun me around, and yanked my dress up over my hips. My panties hit the floor in seconds. His big hand cupped my soaked pussy from behind, two thick fingers plunging straight in.

“Jesus, you’re dripping already,” he muttered, pumping them deep while his other hand freed his cock. I glanced back and moaned at the sight—his massive dick, veiny and rock-hard, the fat purple head already leaking. That cock. God, I’d missed it. Ten inches of pure thickness that used to ruin me for other men.

“Give it to me,” I begged, bending over the edge of the bed, ass up. “Fuck my pussy with that big cock, Marcus. I need it.”

He didn’t tease. One brutal thrust and he buried every inch inside me. The stretch burned so good I cried out, fingers clawing the sheets. “Fuck yes—your cunt still grips me like a vice,” he groaned, hips slamming forward. The wet slap of his heavy balls against my clit filled the room, loud and obscene.

He fucked me hard like that for minutes, one hand fisted in my hair, the other spanking my jiggling ass until it glowed pink. Each thrust pushed me closer, my walls fluttering around his girth. I came first, screaming his name, pussy squirting down his shaft and soaking his balls.

“Turn over,” he ordered, pulling out with a wet pop. I flipped onto my back, legs spread wide. He climbed between them, cock glistening with my cream, and drove back in missionary style. This time he went slower, deeper, grinding his pelvis against my swollen clit on every stroke.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” he demanded, dark eyes locked on mine. “Tell me whose cock you’ve been craving all these years.”

“Yours,” I gasped, nails digging into his back. “Only this fat cock, Marcus. No one else fills me like you do. Harder—please, I’m gonna cum again.”

He pounded faster, sweat dripping from his chest onto my tits. The headboard slammed the wall in rhythm. My second orgasm hit like a freight train, pussy convulsing, milking him. He roared, burying himself to the hilt as hot ropes of cum flooded my depths. Thick, endless spurts that overflowed and ran down my ass.

We collapsed, breathing hard, his heavy cock still twitching inside me. After a minute he pulled out slowly, watching his creamy load leak from my stretched hole with a satisfied smirk.

“Room service in twenty?” he asked, voice husky, already stroking his half-hard dick back to life. “Because I’m nowhere near done with this pussy tonight.”

“那就十次吧，”我喘着气笑道，伸手握住他湿滑的鸡巴。“接下来我想骑那根大家伙。这次我要你射满我的奶子。”

We never made it to room service.