Secret Temptation
The desire to devour Yoo-ri was burning like a chimney, but Doo-hwan hesitated at the thought of the scene being filmed. If it was recorded, he would be endlessly dragged around by Jae-geun. As long as he didn't retrieve that video, there would be no end to it. Unable to either take Yoo-ri or leave her alone, Doo-hwan muttered, "I'm fucked, goddamn it." He clutched his head once more, tearing at his hair.
Beijing International Airport. A glamorous woman with a short haircut appeared, her black mini flare skirt barely covering her pale thighs and paired with high heels that accentuated her fair skin and sleek legs. Her heavy breasts rose prominently beneath a loose green sweater, swaying with every movement. Her small face was hidden behind large sunglasses. This sensual woman drew glances from every passing man. Yoo-mi felt the men's burning stares on her body, and her temperature began to rise. Soon, a man would pounce on her like a beast. Imagining his fierce thrusts inside the plane, her panties had grown soaking wet, now cooled by the airport's crisp air conditioning.
"What the hell, late again?" Just as Yoo-mi reached for her phone, a man embraced her from behind. "Yoo-mi." It was her beloved man. "Why are you so late?" "Traffic was bad. There must have been an accident." "Why does this happen every time I come?" "Exactly." "Trying to run away again? Today I'm not letting you off—mmph." Su-heon turned Yoo-mi's head and kissed her. Startled, she tried to pull away, but after a long moment of tongue-sucking, he finally released her.
"Haah, haah… Seriously, what are you doing? Everyone's watching." Yoo-mi quickly lowered her head and glanced around. Beneath her large sunglasses, her cheeks had flushed red. Su-heon found the sight adorable. "What does it matter? They say people greet like this in America, heh heh." "I don't know, let's just go." Yoo-mi linked arms with him and urged him forward.
Walking leisurely beside her, Su-heon whispered into Yoo-mi's ear, "Yoo-mi, your breasts look even bigger." "Oh, stop it." She pinched his arm. Su-heon strode proudly past the many men who had been eyeing her, like a victorious general returning from war. "Did you miss me, Yoo-mi?" "Not at all." "Really? I missed you terribly." At the sight of her pouting profile, Su-heon's cock swelled heavily.
In the car heading home, Yoo-mi rested her chin on her hand and gazed out the window, lost in thought. She loved Su-heon, yet she scolded herself for growing attached. 'This man has a family. He can never be mine. How long can this relationship last?' She had tried to leave him many times, only to become his slave again at the touch of his hands. Yoo-mi let out a quiet sigh, her emotions tangled.
On the way to the airport, the dizzying image of Yoo-mi straddling him and rocking her hips had flashed through Su-heon's mind so many times he nearly caused several accidents. The past month had felt like a year. His hand reached over and stroked Yoo-mi's thigh in the passenger seat. "Don't. I'm not in the mood." Her haughty tone only stoked Su-heon's fire. "Well, I am." Yoo-mi turned and glared at him. "There doesn't seem to have been an accident." "They must have cleared it already." "Su-heon!" "What?" "Whenever you see me, all you think about is sex, isn't it?" "Of course. It would be strange if I didn't think that way about someone as sexy as you." "I told you to stop." Su-heon knew Yoo-mi well. As his touch grew more intimate, her voice gradually shifted into coy protest. "Stop it, Su-heon… aang." "Yoo-mi." "Yes?" "I missed you. Truly." "……" Her thighs, which had been trying to escape his hand, slowly parted. Unable to resist this man's touch, Yoo-mi melted once again.
Women always sought confirmation from men, whether the words were true or false. As Su-heon kneaded her smooth, firm thighs, his cock swelled even more. "Yoo-mi." "Yes?" "Do something about this." Her gaze followed his gesture to the prominent bulge in his pants. "Here? How?" Her voice trembled slightly. His hand that had been caressing her thigh slid upward toward her panties. Yoo-mi quickly pressed her thighs together to block him. Her panties were already drenched from imagining his thrusts, and the shame made her flush. "Just a little, okay?" Despite his coaxing, she pulled his wrist away from her thighs. "Then focus on driving." "Huh?" Yoo-mi's hand reached for the front of his pants. The zipper slowly opened under her fingers, and his fiercely erect cock sprang out into her grasp. 'Ah, Su-heon… I missed you.' Her upper body leaned down toward his cock. A hot, soft sensation spread through Su-heon's entire body from the tip. "Ah, Yoo-mi." Her tongue licked the head, cleaning away the clear fluid that leaked out. Su-heon's dark-red cock gradually disappeared into her mouth as her tongue coiled around it like a snake. 'Ah, Su-heon… your hard cock.' Yoo-mi swallowed him deep until he touched her throat, and another rush of liquid flowed from deep inside her, soaking her panties further. Worried it might drip down her thighs, she felt the slick wetness on her skin.
Yoo-mi's head began to move up and down. The sensual sight of her devotedly sucking him sent electric tingles racing through Su-heon's body. His hand, which had been stroking her hair, slid down to her neck and then caressed her bulging cheek. He could feel his own cock through her soft flesh. Yoo-mi gulped down the precum and moved her head more vigorously. Her right hand dropped to fondle his balls. Su-heon tried to focus on driving to hold back the rapidly building climax. He noticed two men in a passing van staring at them. Their eyes burned like angry beasts, fixed precisely on Yoo-mi's exposed lower body. No matter how Su-heon sped up or slowed down, the van kept pace. Before long, four or five men were pressed against the windows, openly watching Yoo-mi's crotch.
"Yoo-mi." "Mmph, mm." "Pull your panties down a bit." "Mmph, mmph." Still holding his cock in her mouth, Yoo-mi shook her head. "Then I'll do it myself? We might crash." At his words, one of her hands reached back and tugged her panties down. "I want your panties. Give them here." The panties that had been caught on her thighs were awkwardly pulled free past her calves. Struggling to remove them while bent over, Yoo-mi lifted one knee onto the passenger seat, spreading her lower body wide toward the men in the van. Su-heon accepted the panties, checked how wet they were, and smirked. "You wanted to suck my cock too, didn't you?" "Mmph, mm." Still holding him in her mouth, Yoo-mi nodded. "You want it?" She nodded again. "Now?" Her lips left his cock as she looked up at him. "Haah, haah… No, do it in my mouth for now. And then…" "And then?" "Haah, haah… And when we get home…" "You're so lewd, Yoo-mi." "Haah, haah… It's all because of you. I want your cock inside me." Her eyes filled with lust as she took him back into her mouth and sucked harder. Her hand working his balls grew even more seductive, scratching the sensitive spot between his balls and anus. The men in the van continued watching her exposed lower body. Unable to hold back any longer, Su-heon grabbed her hair tightly. Sensing his signal, Yoo-mi's tongue attacked his weak spots and sucked even more fiercely. "Yoo-mi, Yoo-mi, ah, ugh!" Su-heon erupted a massive load into her mouth. When his cum struck her uvula, Yoo-mi gagged but kept her lips sealed around him. After swallowing with continued gagging, her tongue began moving again. Su-heon twitched his hips in response. When nothing more came out, Yoo-mi finally released him. A long strand of fluid stretched between his cock and her lips. Only then did she sit back, breathing heavily. "Haah, haah… It still doesn't taste very good… haah, haah." "Yoo-mi, aren't you being too lewd? We almost crashed." "Haah, haah… That's because you…" Yoo-mi couldn't finish her sentence. She froze like stone.