The Stroll
His massive cock still pulsed deep inside her, stretching her full.
He had spilled so much seed that Su-yeon’s belly felt faintly swollen with it.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
The aftershocks of climax still rippled through her; her pussy clenched hard around him. The dark-skinned man’s cock twitched again, the slight softness that had followed his release already hardening once more, swelling thicker inside her.
“It’s… getting hard again… I’ll move…”
His thick length began to thrust in and out of her once more.
Slap… slap… slap… slap—!
That enormous cock drove into her slick heat again and again, pulling free only to spear her deeper. The thick load from his first climax churned and overflowed with every stroke, dripping down in sticky rivulets. Each time he bottomed out, her belly seemed to swell a little fuller.
“Haaaang—!! Haaang—!! Haaaang—!!”
Su-yeon bucked her hips and moaned without restraint. He gripped her waist firmly in both hands and slammed up into her from below, hard and relentless.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap—!
The wet slap of flesh filled the bedroom. Every deep thrust made her breasts bounce wildly.
“Haaang—!! Haaang—!! Too… deep… haaaang—!!”
Her pussy clamped down greedily around him. He groaned roughly and drove his hips harder.
“Su-yeon… I… I’m gonna come again…!”
She clutched at his chest and cried out.
“Haaaaang—!! Inside… come inside me again…!! Haaaaang—!!”
In that instant he yanked her hips down and buried himself to the hilt.
Thrust—!!
“Haaaaaang—!!”
Hot semen exploded deep inside her once more—far more than the first time.
“Haaaaaang—!! Haa… haa… haa… haa…”
She trembled from head to toe, gasping and moaning. His cock still throbbed inside her, dribbling the last thick pulses of seed.
Su-yeon jolted awake, eyes flying open as she sat bolt upright.
“Haa… haa… haa… haa…!!”
Her heart hammered wildly. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead; the space between her thighs was soaked.
Haa… Oppa was… a black man…? Haa… Mi… Oppa… Mi… Haa… Ah… I can’t remember his name… Oppa… Oppa…
She clutched her head, struggling to steady her ragged breathing. Her lips moved, trying to form the name, but no clear sound came out.
“Mi… Mi… haa…”
Su-yeon squeezed her eyes shut. The despair of forgetting the name of the man she loved—Min-jun—warred with the vivid fullness still echoing from the dream, and the heat that fullness left behind. That heat still burned through her body even now that she was awake.
She peeled off her soaked panties and tossed them aside. Hiking her dress up just enough to bare her thighs, she spread her legs and reached between them—
Just then—
“Su-yeon! Su-yeon!”
Kofi’s voice called from outside the Takienta.
Su-yeon hastily yanked her dress back down and scrambled to her feet.
“Yes… I’m awake…”
“Would you come out for a moment?”
“Yes…”
She stepped outside without putting her panties back on.
Kofi smiled as he asked,
“Are you feeling any better?”
Su-yeon dipped her head slightly and answered in a small voice.
“Yes… a little… I’ve calmed down…”
He regarded her for a moment before continuing.
“If you’re up for it, how about a look at the grasslands? Just a short walk past the village and you’ll see the open plains. Go get some fresh air.”
Su-yeon hesitated. Left alone in this state, she was certain she would touch herself again; a breeze might cool the fire a little.
“Yes… let’s go…”
She nodded. Going back in just to put on panties felt strangely awkward, so she decided to stay as she was.
It’ll only be a little while… it’ll be fine…
The two of them walked out of the village together.
How long had they been walking when the endless grasslands opened before them?
Su-yeon gazed at the vast landscape and let out a soft cry of wonder.
“Waaah~!”
“Well? Glad you came out?”
Kofi asked with a gentle smile.
“Yes… I think so… My mind feels a bit calmer too.”
She exhaled a long breath.
Oh, look—pretty flowers blooming over there…
Su-yeon walked toward the blossoms, then bent slightly at the waist to breathe in their scent.
A soft wind rose.
It caught the hem of her dress and lifted it slowly, higher and higher, until her pale bottom and the full length of her thighs were completely bare.
She had entirely forgotten she wore nothing underneath, lost in the fragrance of the flowers.
The soft white curves of her thighs and ass were laid bare right before Kofi’s eyes.
For a moment he seemed to forget how to breathe.
…Beautiful.
Her fair skin looked impossibly soft. The white swell of her buttocks beneath the fluttering hem was pure temptation. Deep in his chest a sharp hunger rose—the urge to touch that flesh just once.
He stepped closer, unhurried.
“This plant is called a Dendron.”
As he spoke the name of the flower to Su-yeon, he laid his palm gently against her left buttock. The whole of his hand settled warmly against her skin. He stroked once, slowly, lightly, then let his hand fall naturally to his side as if nothing had happened.
“Hnn…!”
Su-yeon shuddered hard, a small but clear moan slipping free. She straightened a little and glanced back over her shoulder.
“Haa… Kofi…”
He tilted his head with a blank expression.
“Yes? Is something wrong?”
Her face flushed scarlet as she asked in a tiny voice,
“Kofi… did you just… touch my bottom…?”
Without so much as a blink he answered calmly,
“No. The wind lifted your dress a little, so I caught it and smoothed it back down. You must have imagined it.”
He smiled as though nothing at all had occurred and pointed to the flower.
“Isn’t it lovely? I’m glad you seem to like it.”
Watching his perfectly composed face, Su-yeon gave a small nod. She told herself her body was simply too sensitive right now, and pressed a hand lightly to her chest.
…If I stay any longer I’ll only start thinking strange things again.
She looked at Kofi and spoke softly.
“Kofi… I’m a little tired. I’d like to go back to the Takienta.”
He smiled and nodded.
“Of course. I’ll walk you back.”
Together they returned to the village.
When they reached the Takienta, Su-yeon paused at the doorway.
“Kofi… may I ask for more tea?”
He answered with a smile.
“Of course. I’ll brew it right away and bring it over.”
“Thank you.”
She bowed her head slightly in farewell and stepped inside.
Kofi hurried back to his own Takienta.
Just like the old woman said… I need to wash my cock.
He filled a jar with water, carried it inside, set it on the floor, and pulled down his pants. His cock sprang free. He submerged it fully in the jar and washed it thoroughly, stroking every inch with careful fingers.
That should be enough…
He carried the jar of water that had bathed his cock over to the hearth, poured it into a pot, and added the leaves the old woman had given him. The water came slowly to a boil; the fragrance of the leaves steeped into it. Steam rose, filling the Takienta with a subtle, sweet scent.
When the tea was ready he carefully poured the warm liquid into a small jar, then walked to Su-yeon’s Takienta with it in his hands.
“Su-yeon, I’ve brought the tea.”
Kofi called from outside.
“Yes… coming.”
She steadied her breath and stepped out. He smiled as he held out the jar.
“Here you are.”
Su-yeon accepted it and bowed her head.
“Thank you…”
He looked at her for a moment, then spoke gently.
“I’ll leave you to it, then… Call me anytime if you need anything.”
He glanced at her once more before returning to his own Takienta.
“The scent is even better today. I think I can smell shea butter too.”
Su-yeon murmured softly as she looked down at the jar. She went back inside and poured the tea into a cup. Steam still rose from the hot liquid, filling her Takienta.