Her Sweet Home (2)
A pair of slutty red mesh panties dangled from beneath her thick, meaty thighs and sleek calves.
She sat perched on the dining table, her ample ass planted on the edge, and spread her legs even wider for me. I didn't waste the invitation — I shoved my face straight into the dense thicket at her center.
"Nngh.... hahh...."
The pink inner flesh of her pussy trembled, weeping thin strands of arousal. Her slit was already slick and parted, cloudy fluid running down the insides of her thighs.
The moment my tongue met that soft inner flesh, a surprisingly sweet scent bloomed across my senses.
I could picture her just out of the shower, soaping herself clean all the way inside so she'd be ready for me. White suds sliding down between those thick thighs. Her own hand rubbing diligently at that hidden place.
More blood surged into my cock.
"Nngh....."
My tongue slipped into the black thicket of her bush and she arched backward, lifting her legs even higher. Raw, unfiltered moans spilled from between her red lips.
"Slurp... slurp... suck...."
"Nngh.... ah.... nn...."
I had licked her out any number of times, but tonight the flesh inside her was impossibly soft. Her white thighs quivered, spreading the sensation of my tongue through her entire body.
"Ah.... this is so.... dirty...."
"Slurp.... suck.... you taste so.... fucking good...."
I drove my hot tongue mercilessly into her cunt. The sweet breath leaking from my mouth felt like it was being sucked straight into her.
She sat on the dining table with her legs spread, drawing deep, shaky breaths. That hiked-up little MILF skirt and the red mesh panties hooked around one thigh would have made anyone who saw her swear she was some kind of succubus.
I slowly pulled my face from between her legs and wiped the glistening juices away with my hand. The slick sheen still clinging around my mouth gave off that same sweet scent and wound me up even tighter.
I shoved my pants and underwear down around my knees and pulled out my cock — fully hard, blue veins standing out in sharp relief — and pressed it against her entrance.
"Mmph.... ahhnn....."
She must have felt it approaching. She tipped her head back and let out a hot breath. Her still-damp hair swayed, and a deep flush had already spread across her white skin.
"Want me to put it in...?"
I decided to tease her a little longer. Her pussy was twitching like it would swallow me whole if I so much as leaned in — but there was no reason to give it to her just yet, not when I could hold her right at the edge.
"Yeah.... put it in.... ahhng...."
She grabbed my waist and pulled me flush against her. That thick, white body of hers was issuing a silent command: fuck me, right now.
"Haa.... I don't think so. Try begging me to fuck you."
"Ahhnn.... ah... I want it in.... nnhh...."
"Should I put it in?"
"Haa.... put it in... right now... put it in...."
"Call me baby."
"Nngh.... that's embarrassing...."
"Hurry up!"
"Ahhnn.... baby... fuck me...."
A husky, coquettish moan spilled from her mouth. The kind of filthy sound only her husband would have ever heard. The kind countless men who watched her walk down the street would have killed to hear — and right now, I was the only one who got to.
A strange, electric pleasure ran through my whole body. I was stripping her bare and devouring the most private part of her on the very table where she served her family dinner every night.
A married woman in her own kitchen, legs spread for her son's friend, begging him to put his cock in her. The thought alone had pre-cum beading at the tip of my already rigid dick.
"Promise me something."
I looked into those big eyes of hers, my voice turning harder.
"Ahhnn.... what promise?...."
"What.....?"
"Only with me. If you don't promise, I'm not putting it in."
"Nngh.... what kind of... only with you?"
The whole situation must have felt even dirtier to her now. She shot me a sidelong glance and tugged my ass toward her cunt.
"Nngh... promise me...."
"Ahhnn... okay... so hurry up and..."
"Haa...."
Telling her not to sleep with her husband was about making her body depend on me completely. If she kept having sex with him, she and I could never be real friends.
If I had my way, I'd lock her in my house this second. The desire to own her — to monopolize her — was starting to spread through my chest.
"Mmph..... ahhnn.....!"
To seal the promise, I slowly pushed my cock between those white thighs. Past the modest thatch of her pubic hair, the head met the already soaked inner flesh of her pussy.
"Nngh..... hurry....."
She was yearning for my cock now, pleading for it.
Squelch.... squelch.....
The head trembled as it rubbed into her. No matter how many times I felt it, that soft inner flesh always wrecked me. The way her pussy wrapped around my cock and sucked it in — there wasn't a word in any language that could describe it.
"Aahhnn.....! Nngh....!"
"Mmph.... haa...."
A groan tore out of both of us at the same time. That filthy little sigh two people make when their bodies have been starving for each other.
She had bravely spread her legs for me on her own dining table — the most private space a woman has in her home. I decided to reward her for it.
Squelch... squelch... thrust... thrust...
Still standing, I slowly pushed my cock into her and drew it back out, over and over. The blue-veined shaft sank into that pink flesh and came out glazed with her juices.
"Ahhnn.....! Hahh.....!"
She bit down on her lip like she was trying not to make a sound, holding the moans in. Her spread thighs trembled so hard they looked ready to seize up.
Her eyes were already closed, her head tipped back. I flipped her MILF skirt all the way up over her chest and took my time looking.
Slap... slap.... squelch... squelch....
The moment I pushed the skirt up off her waist, those lush breasts spilled free.
Her skin was so smooth it was almost translucent, like she'd just stepped out of the shower. Those pale, full breasts and the pink nipples standing stiff on top of them — I could look at them forever and never get tired of it.
"Mmph...."
I started kneading her chest, my cock still buried inside her.
The springy give of her breasts filled my palms. White flesh overflowed between my fingers, swaying, showing itself off.
"Nngh....."
Her ample ass was crushed flat against the glass of the dining table.
"Ahhnn.... nngh.... baby...."
"Haa... yeah..."
"Should we move....?"
"Uncomfortable? Where do you want to go...?"
"Over there..."
She jerked her chin. The place she was pointing to was her master bedroom. The couple's bedroom.
The room where she and Seongdae's Father carried on their private married life. The most secret space she had — a room I had never once set foot in.
The thought of her and Seongdae's Father on that bed, making those filthy sounds, working through their positions — I felt even more blood rush into the cock already twitching inside her pussy.
"Mmph....!"
Still standing, I hooked my hands under her inner thighs and lifted her. She hung off me with my cock still buried to the hilt.
"Ahhnn.... this is embarrassing.... be careful...."
She wasn't even pretending to refuse anymore. She looked up at me with this dirty little expression, all coy, like she was terrified my cock might slip out of her.
"Mmph....."
"I'm... heavy, aren't I...?"
I carried her toward the master bedroom with my cock still planted inside her. Those red mesh panties dangled from one thick thigh, swaying with every step.
The bedroom door clicked open, and the most private room in the house revealed itself. An ordinary middle-aged couple's bedroom. Her vanity. A few wardrobes.
I took a slow look around. Somehow her shampoo scent seemed to linger in here too.
And there it was — a queen-size bed in warm wood, the white sheets matching her clean image so perfectly it almost hurt.
I walked her to the foot of that bed with my cock still inside her.
A woman stepping into her own marital bedroom impaled on another man's dick. From now on, this room wouldn't belong to her husband. It would be filled with the sound of her moaning on someone else's cock.
"Nngh..... ahhnn....."
I laid that thick, white body of hers down gently on the mattress and settled over her, still buried inside.
"Nngh.... ahhnn...."
The soft sheets wrapped around us, and a warmth settled in that was almost too cozy — and far too filthy. Time to properly wreck the inside of her.
I started moving my hips on top of her. I could feel the damp flesh of her pussy dragging along my cock.
"Mmph....."
Buried to the hilt in her, on her own marital bed...
She had her eyes closed too, like she was savoring every second of this. Not a shred of guilt about being taken in the most private room she owned. If anything, her pussy was only getting wetter.
That was when it happened.
Her ringtone cut through the room. A familiar name lit up on the screen.
She flinched and stared up at me. Those big eyes of hers were shaking. Around my cock, her pussy clenched and fluttered like it was trying to breathe.