Clandestine Temptation
Oh Yoo-ri peeked her head out and stared in the direction Lee Dae-woo was looking, then froze like ice. In the backyard, beside the jar stand, under the bright moonlight, a woman was bent over. A man gripped her hips and thrust into her with vigorous strokes. It was the man from the slaughterhouse. Lee Dae-woo and Oh Yoo-ri stood frozen, watching the scene unfold.
Faint voices drifted over from the couple. “Hey, I gotta go soon. Let’s stop. She’s not coming out.” “Haang, aang, no, aang, we have to do it today, haang, we have to.” “Huk, huk, even if we do, a kid won’t just appear. And why here of all places?” “Haang, aang, right here, haa, haa, when the full moon is up, haang, aa, we have to.” “Huk, huk, ah, fuck, do we really have to go this far?” “Haa, aa, hurry, do it, hurry, haang, aang.” “Fine, fuck it, I don’t know anymore. I’m going in.”
The man’s thrusts grew more intense, and the woman’s moans sharpened in response. The alcohol they had drunk since afternoon spread warmth through their bodies. In the dark, quiet countryside house, the couple’s passionate act played out in the backyard. The wet sound of flesh slapping together mingled with low moans. A restless itch spread through Oh Yoo-ri’s body, blood rushing downward. Dreamily entranced, she felt a sudden thirst.
“Oh Yoo-ri, let’s go.” Lee Dae-woo’s whisper brushed her ear. She gave a small nod and carefully stepped backward. “Hoo.” A sigh escaped once they were out of sight. Lee Dae-woo offered an awkward, flustered smile. “We’ll have to wait a little longer.” “Yes, we will.”
Unable to meet his eyes, Oh Yoo-ri looked away. “Shall we go have another drink of soju?” “Sure.” The two of them sat in awkward silence as half a bottle of soju disappeared. Oh Yoo-ri pressed a hand firmly against her tingling crotch. A sharp, electric thrill shot through her entire body. She trembled lightly, savoring the sensation.
Lee Dae-woo caught her hand as she reached for another glass. “Oh Yoo-ri, that’s enough. You look drunk.” “Do I? But I still want to drink.” “When Kim Su-heon gets here, we can have one at home.” “Tch. Our dear husband still hasn’t shown up. His wife is suffering like this, ho ho.”
She shook off Lee Dae-woo’s hand and lifted the glass to her lips. “Oh no!” Her elbow slipped from where she had been resting her chin, and the soju spilled across her dress. “Eing, what is this?” She tried to brush the liquid off her one-piece. “Lee Dae-woo, could you get me some tissues… hup.”
As she looked up, Lee Dae-woo’s lips covered hers. His own intoxication had finally snapped the last thread of reason. His tongue invaded her mouth, bringing a strange comfort. Oh Yoo-ri’s eyes slowly closed. With her head tilted back, Lee Dae-woo kissed her deeply, his gaze falling on the deep valley between her breasts revealed by the slipped neckline of her dress. His hand, which had been stroking her neck, slid downward. He cupped one of her soft breasts fully in his palm. A deep moan escaped into his mouth.
Lee Dae-woo pulled back and looked down at her. Oh Yoo-ri slowly opened her eyes and gazed up at him. He squeezed her breast harder, the supple flesh bulging between his fingers. Her brow furrowed and her red lips parted slightly. Lee Dae-woo extended his tongue and plunged back into her mouth, their tongues tangling more fiercely than before. His other hand slipped inside her dress and gripped both breasts, kneading them roughly. Oh Yoo-ri’s arms wrapped around his neck from behind.
Hot breaths mingled in each other’s mouths. Far away, voices approached. “Hey, I finally found it. That must be the place, right next to the house. Damn it.” “Ahu, my legs hurt. Issing, the alcohol’s all gone now.” “They must have waited forever for us, kekeke.” “Ahyu, look at this sweat. Ahu, so gross.”
Kim Su-heon gave Do Mei’s butt a light pat and urged her forward. Oh Yoo-ri turned around, gripping the table. Her fluttering dress had ridden up, exposing her pale buttocks. A cute pair of panties was caught between her plump thighs. Lee Dae-woo stared at her from behind, breathing roughly. She could feel the excited male breath at her back. Her most secret place was completely exposed under the bright light. A tingling sensation spread across her entire body. She wanted to be touched and licked right away. In the silence, Oh Yoo-ri rubbed her thighs together, savoring the thrill. “Hahk.”
A short, sharp moan escaped as Lee Dae-woo’s rough hands grabbed her buttocks. The itch that had been tormenting her transformed into sharp pleasure. He spread her cheeks wide and dragged his hot, wet tongue upward between them. “Hahk, ahk.” Oh Yoo-ri bit her own finger, trembling as pleasure shot through her anus. Encouraged by her reaction, Lee Dae-woo licked more persistently. His tongue traveled down past her perineum to her soaked pussy, lapping up the sour-tasting fluids. “Hahk.”
Oh Yoo-ri threw her head back against the table and let out a beast-like moan. Sticky juices poured onto Lee Dae-woo’s tongue. He kneaded her tense thighs while drinking her essence. He continued his relentless caresses, moving between her anus, pussy, thighs, and calves, tasting every part of her. His cock, imagining this very scene, had grown rock-hard. When his tongue finally withdrew, Oh Yoo-ri tensed her buttocks in anticipation. She knew the man’s cock would soon thrust inside her.
Finally, the hot, hard tip rubbed against her entrance. As it slid up and down between her folds, her hips tightened further. “Oh Yoo-ri.” Lee Dae-woo’s low, thick voice came from behind. She turned her head to look at him. His eyes burned with desire. Her body responded instantly to that gaze. “Look at me. Look at me while I do it.” “Lee Dae-woo…”
He cupped her chin and turned her face toward him. Their eyes met. Oh Yoo-ri’s expression slowly twisted with pleasure as his cock slowly, very slowly, pushed into her. Once he was buried to the hilt, he began to withdraw just as slowly, sending shivers up her spine. At last, at last, he was tasting her body. His hips moved faster despite his intentions. [Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack.] “Haang, aang, haang, ahng, haang, Lee Dae-woo, haang.”
Her head, which had been hanging down from the force of his thrusts, was pulled back by his hand so she had to face him. Her lewd expression, lips parted as sticky moans spilled out, met his gaze. “Huk, huk, Oh Yoo-ri, look at me, Oh Yoo-ri, huk, huk.” “Haang, Dae-woo, haang, aang, ahng, shit, haang.”
She looked into the eyes of the man who was pounding into her. The feeling of being conquered washed over her. His hand grabbed her hair. She wanted to suck something. Unconsciously, she stuck out her tongue. Lee Dae-woo pushed his thumb into her mouth. She sucked on it greedily. The hot sensation on his fingertip pushed him over the edge. He suddenly pulled out, leaving Oh Yoo-ri sprawled across the table, panting heavily. “Hahk, hahk, hahk, hahk.”
Lee Dae-woo stepped back, also breathing hard. His heart pounded in his ears. His cock, still glistening with her juices, throbbed visibly. He took a step closer again. He lifted the still-panting Oh Yoo-ri into his arms, pulled down her dress, and freed her full breasts from her bra. “Hahk.” His hands kneaded her swollen breasts roughly. When his fingers pinched and rolled her hardened nipples, pleasure melted through her entire body. Their tongues tangled once more. Lee Dae-woo swept the dishes and glasses off the table in one motion. With a loud clatter, he spun her around, gripped her waist, and lifted her onto the table.