A Morning of Lingering Passion
After finishing her marking, she parts her lips and pushes against my chest, laying me onto my back. I rest my head on my arm and watch the voluptuous married woman riding me, her hips bouncing while my cock remains buried deep inside her.
“Haang, ahang, aang, aang, haang, heung.”
“Yoo-mi, your body is incredible. Ah, Yoo-mi.”
“Aang, I’m going crazy, aang, haang, Su-heon, aang.”
Every time Yoo-mi slams her hips down hard, grinding and squeezing my cock, I feel the blood rush straight to it.
“Ahang, Su-heon, aang, inside me, aang, it’s swelling again deep in my belly, aang, haang.”
“Your pussy is gripping my cock so tightly, ah.”
“Aang, no, haang, don’t say that, aang, haang, what am I supposed to do, aang, Su-heon.”
Both my wife and Yoo-mi react instantly to my crude words. Her pussy clamps down even harder, like a fist squeezing and milking me. Her hips move at a frantic pace. She looks ready to come any second.
Her hands, which had been resting on my chest, slide up to her own breasts. Those full, swaying mounds are now being crushed mercilessly beneath her own fingers.
“Aang, haang, Su-heon, aang, haang.”
Her moans turn into something closer to cries. I reach up, replacing her hands with mine, and pinch her nipples hard between my fingers, twisting them sharply.
Yoo-mi offers her breasts to me completely, arms raised as she clutches her own hair, still bouncing on my cock. Her eyes, which had been fixed on mine, slowly flutter half-closed and her head tilts back.
“Yoo-mi, I’m about to come.”
“Aang, haang, come, come inside me, haang, aang.”
“Together, Yoo-mi.”
“Aang, give it to me, haang, Su-heon’s, haang, fill my womb, haang, aang.”
“I’ll fill your womb completely, ngh, ugh.”
“Aang, haang, Su-heon, it’s getting bigger again, you, haang, aang, ah, ah, aaaah!”
Her hot juices pour over my tightened balls. I twist her nipples hard and thrust upward, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy. Her hips and waist freeze mid-motion, then convulse violently as my hot seed slams against her womb.
“Kuh, ugh, ugh, hngh, kuhk.”
A sound I’ve never heard from her before slips out—low, guttural, almost animalistic, coming from deep in her throat. Her massive breasts tremble with aftershocks. The tremors gradually fade. Her body, arched backward, loses all strength and collapses onto me.
“Haa, haa, haa, haa.”
She lies on top of me, still impaled on my cock, facing the opposite direction. I sit up and pull her into my arms.
“Haa, haak, haa, haa.”
She clings to me, her ragged breaths brushing against my neck.
“Today felt different again, Yoo-mi.”
“Haa, haa, haa, haa.”
“You were amazing.”
“Haa, yeah… I don’t know either, haa. It was the first time, haa.”
“First time for what?”
“Just now, haa… that feeling, haa.”
“What kind of feeling?”
“When Su-heon’s… haa… when it was swelling inside me, it was so hot, haa.”
“……”
“It felt like my whole body was melting, haa.”
“Mine? What exactly went inside you?”
“……”
“You were talking so well just a moment ago—‘Aang, come inside me, Su-heon’s cock, aang’—weren’t you? Heh.”
“You jerk.”
Yoo-mi bites down hard on my neck, really putting strength into it.
“Ow, stop, ah, ah.”
She lifts her head and gently strokes my cheek. Her face is flushed red.
“It’s still the same.”
My cock, still inside her, twitches stubbornly, refusing to soften. Even after such intense sex, this woman blushes so easily. I hold her tightly, feeling every inch of her soft skin against mine. We spend the rest of the hot night exploring each other’s bodies.
Thirst wakes me. I drink a glass of water from the nightstand and walk to the window, pulling the curtains open. Morning sunlight warms the entire room. I open the window wide and take a deep breath of fresh air. It feels refreshing.
I light a cigarette and gaze outside. Suddenly, last night’s passionate encounter with Yoo-mi flashes through my mind—me devouring her body until dawn, her responding with equal heat, climaxing over and over while clinging to me. My lower body swells again.
I stub out the cigarette and return to bed.
‘Huh?’
It’s Yoo-mi. She’s lying on the bed. I had assumed I’d wake up alone as usual, but warmth spreads through my chest. Today is Sunday; my wife won’t be back until tomorrow.
I climb carefully onto the bed and look down at her sleeping face. She must be exhausted from the intense sex that lasted until dawn—she’s sleeping deeply. I gently lift the blanket.
Her fair, sensual body is revealed. Morning light strikes her pale skin and shatters into brilliance. Her double eyelids, straight nose, and small, plump lips. Her skin is so translucent that blue veins are faintly visible beneath it. Because of that delicate skin, the marks from last night remain clearly etched across her body—her neck, the curves of her breasts, her waist, thighs, even her calves are covered in dark red kiss marks.
This woman who had begged so desperately for my cock now sleeps peacefully, as if nothing had happened. She stirs slightly and turns onto her side, showing me her back.
The breathtaking curve that begins at her nape flows all the way down to her ankles. The swell of her wide hips takes my breath away. I embrace her from behind.
“Hng, mm.”
She makes a small sound and takes my hand that’s touching her. A peaceful smile spreads across her face. I hold her quietly. Her breathing evens out again, and the hand that had been holding mine slips away.
I caress her firm, rounded buttocks. My cock, painfully hard since earlier, pokes insistently against her plump cheeks. I slide my hand down, grip her hip, and pull her toward me.
“Eung, honey.”
Even half-asleep, she lets out a nasal sound and moves her hips back to their original position. I pull her toward me again.
“Euhm, honey, euhm.”
She hums again but leaves her hips where they are this time. Finding it uncomfortable, she shifts slightly and falls back asleep with her buttocks pushed out.
I knead her elastic cheeks and press my cock into the cleft between them. She shows no reaction. I spit into my right palm, lift one cheek with my left hand, and smear saliva generously over her entire pussy.
“Eung, don’t, honey.”
She mumbles but doesn’t change position. I coat the space between her cheeks as well. Gripping the base of my cock, I push between the two soft mounds. The slippery sensation is electrifying. I rub along her entire slit until the head of my cock slips into a slightly hot, wet opening.
Yoo-mi slowly turns her head.
“Honey, I told you not to, hng, in the morning, hng.”
Her eyes still closed, she mutters with her lips. I slowly push my hips forward. Her buttocks try to escape; she flails her arms and tries to push me away. I press down firmly on her hip with my right hand and thrust all the way in at once.
“Shlick.”
Her eyes slowly open.
“Honeyyy, huh? Su-heon?”
She turns to look at me, momentarily confused. After a brief moment of realization, she grabs the hand pressing on her hip.
“Su-heon, again? After doing all that yesterday, mm?”
Her voice and eyes carry a hint of aegyo as she gives her hips a small twist.
“I’ll just stay like this. Keep sleeping.”
“How am I supposed to sleep like this, really.”
“I sleep just fine like this. I really won’t move.”
“Oh my, you’re impossible, Su-heon.”
I bury my face in the pillow and pretend to sleep. Staying completely still, she eventually gives up and turns her head away. A little later, her hips begin to move ever so slightly.
“Not sleeping?”
“How could I sleep like this, you pervert.”
“Why am I a pervert?”
“You tormented me like that yesterday, and the moment you open your eyes you’re doing this again.”
“Who’s tormenting whom, Yoo-mi?”
I press my lips to the back of her neck and whisper.
“It feels so comfortable and happy just being like this.”
“It tickles, Su-heon.”
She still keeps her eyes closed and twists her upper body slightly. I reach around and cup her breast. The soft texture. Holding her from behind with my cock still inside her—I feel like I could die without any regrets.
“Su-heon.”
“Yes.”
“Let’s get up and eat. I’m hungry.”
“Okay.”
“Then pull out quickly.”
“Alright.”
I pull my hips back a little, then thrust upward again.
“Ah, Su-heon, don’t.”
Women have this kind of charm. Their words and actions don’t match. In a way, women cleverly use men’s urge to tease them in order to satisfy their own desires.