Sexy asian lady gets down and messy with a splendid and
“Slippery Seductions: An Erotic Asian Elevator Encounter”
By claske| 527 words | 2 minutes to read
The sleek, chrome elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing a tantalizing sight: a drop-dead gorgeous Asian woman grinding her hips suggestively, planted right in the middle of the empty car. Her silky black hair cascaded down her back in loose curls, and her almond eyes sparkled mischievously as they met mine. A tiny, red Victoria’s Secret crop top barely contained her ample cleavage, and a matching thong peeked out from under her ultrashort denim cutoffs.
“Uh, excuse me,” I stammered, momentarily forgetting my own name under her smoldering gaze. “I think you’ve got the wrong elevator, miss. This one’s reserved for guests of the penthouse suite.”
“Oh, but I am a guest,” she purred, every word dripping with sex appeal. “A very special guest, who’s here to express her… gratitude to you.”
I stepped inside, not bothering to conceal the growing tent in my pants as the doors closed us in together. “Really? And just what did I do to deserve such…tender gratitude?” I asked, even though my aching hard-on already knew the answer.
The mystery vixen backed me up against the wall, her tits brushing against my chest as she planted a hand on either side of my head. “I couldn’t help but notice through your window last night, funny boy. And I just had to reward you for putting on such an…impressive show.”
Her delicate fingers worked open my belt and zipper in record time, allowing my rock-hard cock to spring free. She gasped in appreciation, licking her plump lips. “So big and thick, just how I like them,” she said, wrapping her dainty hand around my shaft and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. “Mmmm, I can’t wait to feel this magnificent beast splitting me open.”
She sank to her knees, holding my gaze as she flicked out her tongue to lap at the glistening bead of pre-cum crowning my swollen tip. I threaded my fingers through her hair, savoring the silken strands as she took me deeper, her lips and tongue working in tandem to coax cries of ecstasy from my throat. She bobbed her head rhythmically, applying the perfect amount of pressure to drive me wild.
“Fuck, that feels incredible,” I groaned, bucking my hips instinctively to fuck her pretty mouth. “Don’t stop, baby, you’re gonna make me cum so fucking soon.”
She released my cock from her lips with a wet pop and smirked up at me. “Oh no you don’t, big boy. Not until you’ve made me cum first.” Deftly removing her thong, she shoved the crotch aside and spread her thighs wider.
“Rub my tight little pussy, funny boy, and make me cum on your fingers so I can ride that sexy cock of yours,” she demanded breathlessly, guiding one hand to the mouthwatering glistening folds of her cunt. I circled my thumb over her clit as I teased her entrance with two fingers, feeling her silken walls clench hungrily around the digits. “Yes, just like that,” she encouraged breathlessly, grinding her hips in time with my thrusting fingers. “Fuck me, funny boy, make me cum all over your hand before you split me open on that fat dick of yours!”
Her muscles fluttered and squeezed me rhythmically as she rode out her orgasm, mewling with pleasure. The elevator chimed just then, our car having reached the penthouse. Smirking, she stood and turned around, shimmying out of her thong and shorts in one smooth motion before bending at the waist, bracing her hands against the wall, and jutting her luscious ass up in invitation.
“Well, funny boy? What are you waiting for?” she asked, glancing coyly over her shoulder at me. “Come claim your reward.”