Secret Temptation A
Kim Su-heon's cock, having delivered its second load and squeezed out every last drop, slid free from Stefania's anus. Thick streams of his semen poured from her gaping hole. With her legs giving out, Stefania collapsed onto the floor. She leaned against the wall, panting heavily. Su-heon sat on the toilet, catching his own ragged breath. Stefania turned to look at him with effort, her mascara smeared, her blonde hair disheveled. His cum continued to leak from her stretched anus, giving her the look of a dizzyingly sexy, glamorous woman.
Still breathing hard, Stefania crawled toward him slowly. She began licking his cock and balls, which were coated in her own juices. The blonde beauty extended her tongue, lapping at his shaft and sac with urgent gasps. Her eyes had gone glassy as she sucked him, gazing up at Su-heon. They were the eyes of a well-trained bitch. Su-heon grabbed her tangled blonde hair and shoved his cock deep into her throat. Her neck bulged visibly.
"Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah." Stefania spat his cock out and gasped for air. Su-heon yanked her up by the hair and plunged his tongue between her lips. Their tongues tangled violently, sucking each other's saliva. "Hah, hah, Su-heon, hah, hah, that was fucking awesome. You are amazing, hah, Su-heon, my love, hah, hah."
"You too, Stefania. You're incredible. That body of yours is something else. It felt amazing." They continued tasting the languid afterglow of their explosive sex, tongues still intertwined. Su-heon had devoured and kneaded every inch of her voluptuous body, pounding her pussy and ass with his magnificent cock and giving her multiple orgasms. His hot seed still spilled from deep inside her anus and womb. Stefania was sinking even deeper into her addiction to him.
"Unni, unni, I knew it. Foreigners really are..." Yuri opened the terrace door and quickly ducked back inside. She had been about to tell Yoo-mi what she had just witnessed, but an even more shocking scene unfolded before her eyes. James was ravishing Yoo-mi's moonlit body, his tongue and hands exploring every curve of her plump figure. Her pale thighs, lifted to his waist, trembled under his touch. He bit down on her full breasts spilling over the top of her dress. His saliva glistened on her exposed neck.
The dizzying sight sent the same shock Yuri had felt in the bathroom coursing through her as pure arousal. She shut the door quickly and leaned against it, catching her breath. Her lower body throbbed. Inside the hall, people danced and drank wine, exchanging intimate touches as if nothing were amiss. Yuri returned to her seat, feeling lightheaded. She wanted nothing more than to straddle any cock and ride it right then and there. Only then did she remember her husband. "Where did he go? Really... Ah, Su-heon, honey." She pressed a hand firmly against her heated crotch and downed her wine.
Yoo-mi felt dizzy from the man's skillful tongue and hands, which were expertly claiming every inch of her body. A languid intoxication and his masculine scent wrapped around her. When his tongue pushed into her mouth, she wrapped hers around it. The kiss was sweet. The hand that had been kneading her thigh now tugged her panties down. They slipped to her ankles, and Yoo-mi lifted one foot to step out of them. James raised her thigh again. A thick, blunt object rubbed against her wet pussy. It was hot. A man's cock. A burning hot cock.
"Ah, Su-heon..." The heated voice slipped from Yoo-mi's lips without thinking. The man rubbing his glans between her folds suddenly stopped. His lips lifted from her neck. Yoo-mi opened her eyes at the abrupt halt and found James looking down at her. She came to her senses, pushed him away, and pulled her dress back down. James stepped back and watched as she hurriedly fixed her panties and covered her exposed breasts.
"Yoo-mi." "......" Without a word, Yoo-mi adjusted her clothes and rushed back into the hall. James lit a cigarette and took a long drag as he watched her retreating figure. "Phew."
"Oh, Su-heon. Where's Yuri?" Su-heon was already seated at the table, pointing with his chin toward Yuri, who was dancing energetically with the Black band. Yoo-mi sat across from him, unable to take her eyes off her friend. The band member's hands openly groped Yuri's body as they danced.
"Where were you?" "Huh?" Su-heon had been watching his wife dance when the cool female voice made him turn. Yoo-mi's eyes were fixed on him, bold and haughty. Whenever she looked at him like that, Su-heon felt an irresistible urge. "Why? Did you miss me?" "Don't change the subject. Were you with Stefania?" Her voice and gaze wavered slightly. "No." "Really?" "Yeah. But you took a long time."
"Did you?" Su-heon's relaxed tone made Yoo-mi's eyes grow anxious. "On the terrace with James." Su-heon leaned in closer. Yoo-mi blushed and turned her head. "You saw?" "Saw what? You and James?" "And you just left?" "......" Her voice trembled as she kept her face turned away. Slowly, she looked back at him, tears welling in her eyes. "Oh my, why are you making the lady cry? You're a bad man, Su-heon."
Stefania appeared beside him, smiling. A flustered Yoo-mi turned away again. Stefania pursed her lips toward Su-heon in a kiss, wearing the satisfied smile of a well-trained bitch. She had changed into a clean black mini dress and fixed her makeup, though the deep red marks Su-heon had left on her half-exposed breasts remained. One long leg crossed over the other, revealing the marks on her toned calf. Stefania stroked the traces he had left on her body and sipped her wine. Su-heon found himself drawn once more to her voluptuous figure, so thoroughly used and marked.
The music ended amid applause. Yuri and James returned to the table. The party resumed, and the night deepened. A month passed. The party that night had ended under an inexplicable tension. A few days later, Yoo-mi returned to her officetel, and Yuri let go of her suspicions about Yoo-mi and Su-heon. She had seen with her own eyes how sticky things had gotten between Yoo-mi and James. Relief that Yoo-mi and Su-heon had no relationship mixed with a wave of guilt. Yuri found Hyun-soo's relentless affection burdensome even as she grew cold toward him. It was a relationship she enjoyed but knew she shouldn't. His hands touched her whenever others weren't