A Secret Temptation
Yoo-ri lay bent over the desk, Hyun-soo’s cock buried deep inside her. A trembling, half-sobbing moan slipped from her lips. As his glans slowly dragged along her inner walls, she shuddered violently, head thrown back. Hyun-soo, who had been pulling his shaft out just as slowly, savored the intricate folds and ridges gripping him. The sudden, overwhelming urge to come made him falter. He withdrew until only the tip remained, breathing hard as the thick heat that had filled her slipped free.
Just as Yoo-ri began to relax, Hyun-soo thrust back in, slow and deliberate. Her pussy welcomed the invading cock with eager, hungry contractions, the walls clinging and squeezing as though trying to milk him. He pushed deeper, scraping along every sensitive ridge until he was buried to the hilt. “Hngh… mmh… aang… haang…” Each cell in her body sang with pleasure. Her desperate cries grew more broken as he drove even deeper. On tiptoe, her thighs and calves tightened until the muscles looked ready to snap.
Hyun-soo pressed his lips to her back, panting. “Hah… hah… Yoo-ri-ssi.” She gave no reply. He was locked in a fierce battle with his own body; the tip of his cock tingled, and the slightest movement threatened to push him over the edge. He held still, savoring the moment, then slowly withdrew again. Once more her inner walls dragged and clutched at him. “Hahk… ahk… aak… ahng… hngh…” Both of them threw their heads back, trembling at the shared rush of sensation.
Yoo-ri’s moans sharpened. Hyun-soo yanked his cock free and gasped for air. Her glistening pussy twitched, visibly reluctant to let him go, while her full ass cheeks flexed and quivered as if begging for more. Her legs stretched out beneath the desk, the contrast between pale thighs and black stockings striking. That visual alone shattered the last of his restraint. As he tried to push back inside, his cock erupted. “Ugh!” Thick, white ropes of cum exploded across her entrance and ran down her thighs in heavy streams. He stroked himself frantically, sending more spurts flying onto her ass and legs. The hot liquid slid over her pussy, ass, and thighs. Yoo-ri flinched, accepting every drop with her plump backside.
‘It’s over.’ Relief mixed with a faint pang of disappointment. She panted, feeling the copious semen trickling down her legs. Hyun-soo leaned his weight against her back. Meanwhile, Kim Su-heon stood outside the darkened office building, exhaling a long stream of cigarette smoke. ‘What the hell? She’s already gone? She’s always late these days.’ He pulled out his phone and called his wife. The line rang and rang. She didn’t pick up. ‘What’s going on? Damn it.’ He got into his car and started the engine. Just then, a figure hurried out of the building entrance. ‘Huh?’ It was unmistakably his wife’s silhouette. [Honk, honk] The person turned. Yoo-ri spotted her husband’s car and froze. After a moment of hesitation, she rushed toward him.
“Hey, wife. Working late all by yourself? You didn’t even answer your phone.” Su-heon smiled faintly. Yoo-ri quickly climbed into the passenger seat, breathing a little hard. “What are you doing here?” she asked with a bright smile. Su-heon leaned over and kissed her. “Happy to see your husband, huh? Heh.” He pulled away slowly and steered the car out of the lot. “So, what were you doing alone until this hour?” In the rearview mirror, the lights in her office suddenly flicked on. Su-heon fell silent, staring at the reflection. A shadow moved by the window. Someone was inside the office that had been dark moments ago. And his wife had just walked out of it. His mind raced.
“Ah, I just had some backlog. It’s already past seven. Did you miss your wife that much?” Yoo-ri’s voice was playful and steady now. Su-heon glanced at her while driving. Aside from slightly smudged lipstick, she looked normal. ‘Am I just being paranoid?’ He forced a hearty laugh to shake off the suspicion. “Hahaha, I couldn’t focus at work because I was thinking about you.” His words trailed off again. He reached over and squeezed her thigh in a show of bravado. Bare skin. His mind spun faster. He remembered she had left for work that morning wearing black thigh-high stockings. His hand slid higher. “Hey, you’re going to cause an accident! Just drive.” She pushed his hand away with a coy tone. When his fingers had touched bare flesh, her heart had nearly stopped. She knew her panties were long gone, torn off by Hyun-soo earlier. Su-heon withdrew his hand and stared ahead. No stockings, no panties. The office lights in the mirror faded from view. A volatile mix of excitement, anger, jealousy, and curiosity churned inside him. He gave half-hearted replies to Yoo-ri’s nervous chatter, recognizing the familiar habit she had whenever she lied. His lips stayed curved in a fixed smile, but Yoo-ri only talked faster, sensing the tension. ‘Did he notice? Oh no, what do I do?’
They pulled into the apartment parking garage. “Honey, should I go up first?” “Why? It only takes a few minutes to park.” “Yeah, okay.” She looked oddly anxious. Su-heon parked at a leisurely pace and got out. As they walked to the elevator, he deliberately fell a step behind, studying her from behind. Her red skirt was badly wrinkled, and faint stains were visible. Beneath it, her sensual legs stretched down in smooth, breathtaking curves from thigh to calf to slender ankle, ending in black high heels. Several droplets of dried white fluid clung to the fabric. Despite the situation, Su-heon felt himself growing hard. Yoo-ri seemed to sense his gaze and turned, linking her arm through his. He looked down and saw straight into her cleavage; her blouse was unbuttoned beneath the jacket, the fabric gaping open. Someone had torn those buttons loose.
Inside the elevator, Yoo-ri pressed close. Su-heon pulled her in front of him and hugged her from behind. Her heart pounded, terrified his hands would slip inside her jacket and discover the missing buttons. She placed her own hands over his as he gently kneaded her breasts through the fabric. The elevator ride felt agonizingly slow. [Ding] She clung to him as they stepped out. Su-heon leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Honey, want to do it on the emergency stairs?” “Are you crazy? What if someone sees us?” “Who’s going to see? There are only two units on this floor. Unless it’s Mei-ssi, right? Heh.” “Are you mad? Let’s just go inside, shower, and do it there, okay?” Yoo-ri looked up at him, her eyes trembling as though she might burst into tears. Su-heon captured her mouth, tongue plunging deep. “Mmph… mm… mmph.” She pounded his chest, trying to escape, but he held her tighter, sucking harder on her tongue. “Hah… hah… Honey, let’s do it inside, please?” She finally pulled away and dragged him toward their door.
“Huh? Sis is still here?” “Where’s Hana?” “She’s eating at Grandma’s.” “Mm.” Su-heon headed for the master bedroom while Yoo-ri lingered in the kitchen. “Honey, want to shower together?” “Huh? You… you go first. I’ll… I’ll go later.” She stammered. The truth was clear now: something had happened to his wife in that dark office. Someone had stripped off her stockings and panties, torn open her blouse, and tasted her bare skin. And that someone was still up there, watching from the window.