A Dangerous Deal and the Woman Next Door
“Ah, okay, okay, stop, haha.”
“I can’t forgive you.”
I twisted my body, trying to escape Yoo-mi’s hands, but she pushed against me with all her strength. We struggled for a while until I tumbled onto the floor, and she climbed on top of my stomach, continuing her assault. Flailing on the ground, I finally caught both of her wrists.
“Enough, enough. I get it. I won’t do it again.”
She panted heavily, still seething with anger.
“Yoo-mi, your temper is no joke.”
She glared at me, lips pressed tight, breathing hard. She was unbearably attractive. I wanted to tease her more.
“Yoo-mi, I love you.”
“Don’t change the subject.”
“It’s true. From the very first moment I saw you at our house—”
“...........”
“That beautiful, haughty face of yours.”
“...........”
“I wanted to come all over it. A lot.”
“Hey, Kim Su-heon.”
She summoned an unbelievable strength and yanked her wrists free. Then she sank her teeth into my shoulder.
“Ow, ow! I’m sorry, I’m sorry—ow!”
It really hurt. She wasn’t playing around. In a panic, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled hard. Her head jerked back. Tears welled in her eyes as she glared at me, still panting. I slowly released her hair. She froze like a paused frame.
My hands moved slowly, gently kneading the sides of her thighs. She raised her own hands and seized my hair the same way I had hers. Her lips descended. Yoo-mi’s tongue plunged roughly into my mouth. She sucked greedily on my tongue, her saliva smearing wide around my lips.
My hands slid up her thighs, slipped beneath her panties, and cupped her firm, elastic buttocks, squeezing and kneading them.
“Hup, mm, hup, mm, hmph.”
She let out a low moan into my mouth. The sensation was soft—how could buttocks this large and supple stay so perfectly lifted without sagging? They were full, plump, and springy.
While kneading her ass, I savored her tongue and lips.
“Su-heon.”
Yoo-mi pulled her mouth away and looked down at me.
“Su-heon, I hate you.”
“...........”
“Enough to kill you.”
She stared down with a deadly serious expression. Heat surged through my lower body. The hands gripping her buttocks gathered the fabric of her panties in the center and tugged lightly. Her lips parted silently, a small crease forming between her brows. I pulled harder. Yoo-mi bit her lower lip, holding back a sound.
Smack.
My right hand lightly slapped her ass. Her upper body shifted forward slightly. Then my left hand did the same.
Smack.
Her torso rocked forward again, lips parting.
“Don’t.”
I struck harder this time.
Smack.
She glared, her lips opening wider in silence. My hands alternated, spanking her buttocks with increasing force.
Smack, smack, smack, smack.
Her flesh rippled softly against my palms like sticky rice cake, clinging and springing back. I kept striking harder. Her upper body shook violently, brows twisting in distress.
“I want to kill you.”
Smack, smack, smack, smack.
“Kim Su-heon.”
I gripped her ass hard enough to leave marks with my right hand while my left seized her hair again, yanking her mouth down to mine. She tried to resist, but I was already a ravenous beast. I devoured her lips without mercy. Her struggles gradually weakened. The hand that had been pinching my arm rose to wrap around my neck, her tongue now responding to mine.
This feeling—this sense of conquest—made me crave her even more, intoxicated by every inch of her.
On the bed we shared with my wife, Yoo-mi lay prone, her mouth wrapped around my cock, bobbing her head diligently. Behind that moving head stretched an elegant, dizzying curve—from delicate shoulders tapering dramatically into a wide flare where two massive, snow-white mounds swayed like waves.
“Ah, Yoo-mi.”
I pulled her head up, sliding my cock from her mouth.
“Hah, hah, yes.”
She panted, head lowered, lips and chin glistening with saliva and precum. I guided her head lower, toward my balls. Her tongue lapped at them. Her breasts flattened against the sheets, spilling out to the sides. The valley of her smooth back deepened, creating a sharp contrast between left and right, while her enormous ass rose even higher.
A beautiful female form. The ripe, voluptuous body of a married woman.
Following my guidance, she buried her face against the bed, her lewd expression hidden beneath my swollen, saliva-slick cock that twitched and grew even harder.
Her flattened breasts brushed lightly against my thighs. I closed my legs, pressing them against the soft mounds. One of my balls was sucked into her hot mouth. With my testicle between her lips and my cock bobbing above, she looked up at me. A sharp thrill shot up my spine.
I grabbed her hair and moved her again. My cock, which had been wandering, was engulfed by her lips. Both hands pressed firmly on her head.
“Kuh, hup, eup, uk, uk, hup.”
When the head hit the back of her throat, she gagged. Thick strands of saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth, soaking my balls. One of her soft hands reached up to cradle them, the warmth spreading through my entire body.
Breathing hard, Yoo-mi lifted her head and looked at me. Her unfocused eyes were filled with hunger for my cock. While kneading my balls with her left hand, she used her right to guide the twitching shaft and rub the head against her nipples.
I cupped her cheeks with both hands, my thumbs sliding into her glistening mouth. Her tongue curled around them, the heat of her mouth transferring to my fingertips. She moved her head as if sucking my cock, drawing my fingers deeper.
I withdrew my fingers. Her tongue followed, chasing them into empty air.
Our eyes never left each other as our bodies moved purely by sensation. She rose slightly, and her breasts pressed into my hands that had been cradling her face. Lifting one leg, she wiggled her hips, preparing to take me inside.
Guiding my cock to her entrance, she rubbed the head against her folds before slowly—agonizingly slowly—lowering herself.
“Hnn, it’s hot, Su-heon.”
“You’re hot too, Yoo-mi.”
When she had taken half of me, the hand that had been holding my cock moved to my chest.
“Yoo-mi.”
“Hm?”
“Hard, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it’s hard. Hot, too.”
“Your pussy is so hot, Yoo-mi.”
Unable to bear her teasing movements any longer, I gripped her hips and thrust upward in one smooth motion, burying myself to the hilt.
“Ah, aaaah!”
Her short, sharp cry rang out as her upper body arched backward. I quickly sat up and caught her slender waist, pulling her against me. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her sweet tongue plunging into my mouth.
This woman, impaled deep on my cock, clung to me and devoured my tongue. Her hips began to move, slowly at first.
Squelch, squelch.
Every time she rocked forward and back, the mixture of our fluids made obscene, wet sounds.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
Her movements grew faster. I gripped her swaying ass, helping guide her rhythm. Her breathing quickened, and her tongue lashed more fiercely against mine. Her lewd hip movements accelerated, every ragged breath spilling directly into my mouth.
The arms around my neck rose to clutch my hair. She pulled my head back, forcing my neck to arch. Her wild moans and gasps echoed through the room.
“Aang, haang, aang, haang—so good.”
Her hips rode me faster, her grip on my hair tightening. Still holding my head back, she licked my exposed neck, saliva trailing down to my chest. She sucked hard, leaving marks—marking me as hers in every spot she could reach.