Sex by the elevator. We’re fucking and we’re afraid of getting caught./Magtalik sa elevator. [Elevator]

The stale air hangs heavy with the scent of cheap cologne and cheap lust. I’m bent over, ass in the air, skirt hiked up, thong snapped to the side. The cold elevator wall presses against my cheek, the dull hum of the machine vibrating through my bones. His rough hands grip my hips, fingers digging into flesh. The thrill of getting caught electrifies my nerves. The door could slide open any second, someone could step in, but all I can focus on is the thick head of his cock pressing against my pussy lips. He slams into me, hard and deep, a grunt escaping his lips. The elevator shakes slightly with each brutal thrust, the risk of discovery heightening every sensation. His balls slapping against my clit, the wet sound of our fucking echoing in the small space. I can feel his cock swelling, ready to explode, but he pulls out abruptly, spinning me around. He forces me to my knees, the taste of his salty pre-cum hitting my tongue as he shoves his cock down my throat, choking me with his load.

His hand wraps around my throat, squeezing as he fucks my mouth. The elevator dings, the doors sliding open slightly before closing again. Someone out there, waiting, but we don’t stop. He pulls out, cum dripping down my chin, and pushes me back up, bending me over again. This time, he doesn’t waste time. He spits on his hand, rubbing it onto his cock, and slams back into my pussy, fucking me hard and fast. The elevator shakes violently, the risk of it stopping on a floor and someone walking in adding to the exhilaration. His cock pulsing, he roars, filling my pussy with his hot cum, the fear of getting caught making the moment even more intense. We stand there, panting, his cock still buried inside me, the elevator finally still, the danger passed, but the memory of the thrill forever etched in our minds.