Can You Work Off What's Built Up? (2)
Han Minah bounced back with remarkable speed, then smiled at me with a look that was unmistakably provocative.
She leaned down, draping her breasts across my chest...
"Mmnh, slurp, shllluurp... chup, chlk—!"
She licked softly along my collarbone, rolling her hips with a gentleness that was a far cry from the frantic pace she'd been moving at just moments ago.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Haaah... haaah, mmnh, slurp, shllurp... haah, haaah... nngh, mmnh, slurp, haaah...!"
I wasn't about to just lie there. I wrapped my arms tight around Han Minah as she lay draped over me, and drove my hips up into her.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!!
"Haaaaahn—!!"
I thrust up from below, joining her in the act. Whether it felt different from when she was the one doing the moving, or whether the stimulation was simply that much stronger...
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!!
"Haaaah... aaahn, ha... Woojin... ssi, haah, haaahn, haaaaahn, ahn, nngh, haah, haaaahn...!"
She forgot all about licking my collarbone. All Han Minah could manage was moaning.
Not that I was in much better shape. The urge to come that I'd been holding back ever since she'd started sucking me off so eagerly only grew more intense as I drove into that uniquely writhing pussy of hers.
So I told her, casually:
"Team Leader. I'm going to come inside."
"Haah, haaahn... yeah, nngh, in...side is fine, it's fineee... haah, haaahn...!"
Slap—!
Brrrrrt—! Brrt, brrt—! Brrrrt—!
"...Ahk—!"
"Haaah..."
I held Han Minah tight against me as she lay on top of me and poured everything I had into her. And as I rode out the aftershocks, I tossed aside a worry that had briefly crossed my mind earlier.
Namely: when she'd been sucking me off, the moment I said I was about to come, she'd pulled her mouth away. I'd wondered if maybe Han Minah had a sadistic streak.
Of course, if someone like Han Minah did have that kind of inclination, it'd be hot as fuck. And even if she actually did, I could always combine the Remarks fields to flip it into a masochistic one.
But watching her let me come inside her so readily, it seemed she'd just been genuinely impatient to get to the sex.
In that case...
Sliiide...
"Haah, Woojin-ssi?"
"Just a moment, Team Leader."
If anything, I figured it might be better for Han Minah if I did what I wanted rather than leaving her to do all the moving. So I left her lying face-down on top of me and slipped out from underneath, sliding off to the side.
In the process...
...Glrk—!
"Haah... nngh...!"
A lewd, almost embarrassing sound accompanied the rush of semen that surged back out of Han Minah's pussy the moment my cock slipped free.
And when I arrived behind her, still lying face-down on the bed...
"...Wow."
I couldn't help but gasp at the breathtaking sight.
A pelvis that looked even a touch wider than Lim Jiwoo's. An ass so pale and swollen it seemed to glow. Thighs still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax. And...
...Drip. Drip-drip—
Han Minah's pussy, still twitching and spitting out my cum.
Honestly, her ass was so pretty and so big I had to fight the urge to just smack it — but right now my eyes were locked on her pussy.
Thinking about it, that made sense. With Lim Jiwoo, and with Chae Dayeon too, I'd taken the lead. I'd been the one to touch them, to work them up. But Han Minah had been so desperate that she'd gotten me inside her before I could do a thing.
For a moment, that struck me as just a little bit cheeky.
Sliiide—
"Haaaaaah...!"
I pushed my still-rigid cock into her without a word, and it sank into Han Minah's pussy in one smooth stroke. Then I draped myself over her back, rubbing my chest against her as I spoke.
"Team Leader. I'm just... asking."
"Haaaah... asking what?"
"Have you been building it up? From the look of things a minute ago, it seemed like you have."
"I already told you, haah..."
Even soaked in pleasure, Han Minah's mind seemed far clearer than Lim Jiwoo's ever was. I leaned in close to look at her face.
"...I already said I don't get to do it with my husband very often."
"Then today... test or no test, since we're already here like this. I ought to work off everything you've got built up too."
"Haah... can you really work it all off for me today?"
"Of course."
"Hnnngh..."
She turned her face toward me and smiled, as if the idea were almost amusing...
Sliiide... tap—!
"Hahn—!"
The moment I reached out and flicked her nipple, that confident look on Han Minah's face crumpled. I didn't take my hand off her breast, though.
Squeeeze...
"Haaaaah... haah, haaah... aaaah, nngh..."
Lying on her stomach like this, her breasts overflowed my hands. I kneaded them gently.
Softness. Unlike Lim Jiwoo's breasts, which had a certain firmness to them, Han Minah's yielded to my touch without the slightest resistance — welcoming my hands, almost. It was a far more luxurious sensation than you'd get from squeezing a handful of soft silicone.
I spent a long time just kneading those breasts. Then—
Sliiide... thump—!
"Haaaaaah...!"
I gave my hips a light snap, and Han Minah's body shuddered. I kept moving like that.
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump—
Not fast. Not rough. Not hard. And yet.
"Haaaah...! Haah, haah, haaaah...! Ahaaah, haah, haaaah...! Woojin... ssi's is too... too haah, haaaah...!"
Han Minah stayed face-down, her head hanging, moaning. Even moving this slowly, the pleasure her pussy delivered was anything but weak. If anything, because I was moving slowly — gently — I could feel every last one of Han Minah's movements that much more vividly.
A snake. It really was like a snake, writhing and coiling, massaging my cock, wrapping around it as if determined to wring every last drop of semen out of me. The sensation was overwhelming.
Eventually I lifted my chest off her back, straightened up, and grabbed her by the hips.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!!
"Haaaaaaahn—!!"
I took the heat I'd been building in her with those slow strokes and drove it all the way to a boil in a single burst.
Naturally, even when I'd been moving slowly, Han Minah's pussy had been trying to milk me dry. Now, matching my harder thrusts, it moved even more fiercely, determined not to let me pull out. Proof of that:
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!!
"Ahaaaah... nngh, nnngh, haah, haaaah...! Hahn, hahn, haaahn...! Woojin-ssi, Woojin-ssiiii... haah, aaahn, too, too... hard, haah, haaahn...!!"
Even as she said it was too much, the asshole I could see from this angle clenched and twitched, and she squeezed her pussy even tighter around me.
Even at rest, Han Minah's pussy writhed and stimulated my cock. Now that it was clamping down, the pleasure hit me like gripping myself and stroking hard during a handjob.
In the end.
Slap—!
Brrrrt—! Brrt—! Brrrrrt, brrt—!
"Haaaaah... ahaaahn...!"
"Haaaah..."
Seriously. I hadn't even been moving that long, and I came inside Han Minah for the second time.
This time, though, I had no intention of stopping to rest the way I had before. There was something I needed to grab first.
No — not one thing. Two.
So once again I leaned down a little...
Sliiide... grab—!
"Woojin...!"
I caught both of Han Minah's wrists. And then.
Slap—!
"Haaaaahk—!!"
I yanked her wrists back as I drove my hips forward, and Han Minah's upper body was hauled up off the bed, her whole frame trembling. After that massive climax, she'd had a smaller one. I showed her no mercy.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!!
"Haaaaaaahn...!!"
I pounded into her even harder than when I'd been holding her by the hips, and from the very first thrust Han Minah clamped down hard, trying once again to wring the semen out of me. But I'd just come, so my cock was a little less sensitive this time.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!!
"Ahaaah... aahn, aaahn, nngh, haah, haah, haaaah, haaaaah... Woojin, Woojin-ssii, haah, it feels... so good, too good, hngh, haaaah...!"
The Han Minah who'd smiled at me like I was something amusing started to melt completely.
Feels so good? It wasn't going to stop at "so good."
And it didn't seem like it would.
Squeeeeeze...!
"Haah, Woojin... Woojin-ssi, nngh, haaahn...! Feels... so good, too good, ha, nngh, haahaahn...! Haaahn, haaannngh—!!"
The two hands I was holding twisted and contorted grotesquely in my grip. Her left hand had the index and ring fingers extended, the rest curled in. Her right had the thumb, index, and middle fingers half-bent, the rest splayed wide.
Hand shapes that would never appear in a normal state of mind. In other words, Han Minah's mind was anything but normal right now.
And the reason for that was obvious.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!
"Haaaaah, aahaaanngh... nngh, nngh, nnngh, ha, haahaahn, haaahn...!"
Me.
When she'd set up this arrangement with me, Han Minah might have unconsciously thought of me as something like a living dildo.
But no. It needed to be the other way around.
I wasn't going to be Han Minah's living dildo. Han Minah was going to be my living onahole. An onahole I could use anytime, anywhere, using the "test" as an excuse whenever I felt like it.
Not that I had any intention of turning down the living-dildo role myself. Han Minah needed to be free to think that way too — needed to "use" me and walk away satisfied.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!
"Hngh, haaahn, hahn, Woojin-ssi I'm gonna... haah, hahn, gonna come, ahaahn, hahn, haaahn...!!"
Slap—!
Squeeeeeze...!
"Haaaaaaahn...!!"
That way, whenever I said I wanted to do it, she'd drop everything else and come find me.
"Haah, nngh, haah, haah, ah, nngh, nngh, nnnngh... nngh, ha, haaaah...!"
This climax seemed to hit her pretty hard. Han Minah buried her face in the pillow and shuddered violently. Every time she trembled, that soft body of hers shook with her. Her soft ass. Her soft thighs. Her soft breasts.
At that moment, I casually loosened my grip.
Slide, tap.
Han Minah's wrists dropped limply onto the sheets.
"Haaaaah... haah, nngh, haah, haaaaah... haah, haaah... haaah, haaaah..."
Her back rose and fell dramatically as she gasped for air. And then, casually, I reached for the ass I'd been wanting to touch for a long time.
Sliiide...
The sensation under my hand was every bit as soft as I'd imagined. No — "soft" was almost too strong a word. Velvety suited it better. This velvety ass that offered not the slightest resistance.
...Squeeeeeze...!!
Even when I gripped it hard, those generous cheeks accepted my hands the same way Han Minah's personality accepted everything — without a fight. The feeling of my fingers sinking deep into that flesh.
...Twitch—
"Nngh...!"
My cock, still buried inside her, gave a twitch. In that case.
"Team Leader. You're still far from satisfied, aren't you?"
"What? Woojin, wai... haah, wait a second, Woojin..."
"I'm still far from satisfied too."
Time to grab this ass and start moving.
Sliiide... slap—!
"Haaahk—!"