A Night of Ecstasy

I spread both hands wide and seized her cute ass hard, kneading it roughly.

Her closed pussy, which had only been glistening with dew, bloomed open and began to reveal the secret holes she had been hiding.

Only then did I shift the hands that had been gripping her ass toward the center, using both thumbs to pry her pussy even wider.

And I slowly admired the view.

With the lights dimmed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠soft, her shape came into full, naked clarity.

"Weird shape."

As if reacting to my words, Yoo Dajeong squeezed her thighs shut again.

Her hole was already wet enough that I could have slipped a finger straight in, but starting that way would have been no fun at all.

I used only my right index finger to gently circle the edges of her pussy, teasing her mercilessly.

Her tightly clenched asshole began to twitch and jump in violent little spasms.

My amused finger rode along her labia, hunting for her bud.

She had clearly lost her virginity ages ago, so tormenting that little pearl directly shouldn't hurt her much.

I spread the flesh around her clit wide with one hand and rubbed the tip of my other finger over her clitoris.

Everything in front of me clenched hard toward a single point.

The open pussy tried to slam shut; her asshole puckered tight with force.

Her ass cheeks locked together, desperately trying to hide the hole from view.

And her thighs clamped so hard my face actually hurt.

After I repeated the process two or three times she finally couldn't take it anymore and let my cock slip free of her mouth.

She still held it in her hand, but her voice returned after a long silence.

"Hoo.... What the hell are you doing!"

"You seemed to like it more than I expected."

"Well of course it feels good.... but it's too ticklish. Do that one more time and I'll drop my ass right on your face!"

"Go ahead. I'm pretty good with my tongue too."

"Liar.... Most guys hate licking.... Am I really going to do it?"

"Talking about other men right in front of me...."

"Ah, sorry. I.... someone sucking my pussy.... Hyaat! Hyaaaang!"

If you like it that much you should have said so earlier.

I lifted my head, pressed my tongue into the gap between her folds, and pushed inside.

Then I began licking every last corner.

Yoo Dajeong's hips started thrashing wildly.

"Hmm, spread your legs wider. My neck's killing me."

I had already shoved a pillow under my head, but holding the position this long still made my neck ache.

And by now I was starting to want to climb up.

I couldn't stay in this position forever.

If she preferred riding me, I could always drop back down later.

"Kyaa—!"

I sat up in one sudden motion from my lying position.

Then I lifted her with nothing but the strength of my arms and moved her.

There was no need to ask for permission.

I seemed to remember hearing somewhere that men who talk too much during sex are the worst.

Now she was the one on her back, and I intended to give her a little more of what she clearly loved.

My cock had hit its limit and needed a short rest anyway.

With both hands I raised her ass and brought it right up to my face.

Then I buried my head between her legs, pointed my tongue sharp, and licked every inch before sucking hard here and there with wet little smacks.

"Hyaang.... Good, so good.... harder...."

She liked it so much she looked ready to melt.

She even grabbed my head and lifted her hips to grind her pussy against my face.

What a filthy woman, I thought.

"There.... Hyeut.... right there feels good."

I wanted to put it in soon.

Why she loved being eaten this much I still couldn't find a clean moment to pull my tongue away.... that was a lie, of course.

I deliberately avoided her favorite spot, sucked everywhere else, then finally took my mouth off.

"Hiing.... mean."

"Tell me where it feels good. Use your words. Then I'll think about it again."

"You're really mean.... here. Here."

"Where?"

"Ah, come on!"

With both legs spread wide she reached down to her own pussy.

Then she spread the flesh around her clit herself.

"Here.... suck here."

I said nothing and simply stared into her eyes.

She immediately looked away.

"Don't look at my face.... not right now...."

I was curious what face she would make if I said "Nah, don't feel like it~" but that would have been too cruel, so I simply brought my mouth down.

And sucked hard.

"Keuk.... Kehaaang."

A rough, almost animal moan tore out of her, she liked it so much.

It wasn't the kind of sound I personally preferred, but watching a woman lose herself because of me was always satisfying.

The stimulation was so intense that not only her ass but her entire waist lifted clean off the bed.

Her whole body arched like a drawn bow; only her shoulders and the tips of her toes still touched the mattress.

I had never seen a woman feel this strongly outside of porn, so I simply copied what I had learned.

Maybe that was only natural.

I slid one hand under her arched lower back to support her and used the other to rub her clitoris hard.

Her cries went on and on; she didn't squirt, but a thick flood of love juice poured out of her hole.

"Haaang. Coming—I'm coming.... Hyaaaaaang—"

She was clearly riding a full orgasm.

I kept tormenting her clit until the strength finally left her waist.

A moment later her hips went slack and sank heavily into the bed.

But I didn't stop. I kept rubbing her clitoris without mercy.

Whether it hurt now or the stimulation was simply too much, she grabbed both of my arms hard and begged.

"Heung.... S-stop.... Aang.... please.... stop now."

Tears streamed from her eyes. Her mouth was a mess of drool. Even her nose was running.

And the hole that had poured out the most liquid was the one between her legs.

She had sweated so hard her hair was plastered to her forehead; the valley between her breasts and the skin under her arms were visibly soaked.

As if she had emptied everything she had.

"Haa.... haa.... haa...."

Yoo Dajeong lay against the bed, nothing left but ragged breathing.

I felt a faint twinge of guilt, yet I had no intention of letting her rest.

Now it was my turn.

While I had been playing with her I had never put a single thing inside her hole.

Not even a pinky.

I never dreamed she would cum this hard from that alone.

Lewd women really are different, I thought.

Now it was time to put my cock inside her.

Watching her climax, my shaft had never once gone soft.

But because I had already cum three times just last night, I planned to be satisfied with a single load today.

That was why I had tormented her a little too hard beforehand—to make sure she came first.

I just hadn't expected her to go off quite like that.

I laid my hands on Yoo Dajeong's body again as she leaned against the bed, gasping.

I planned to stroke her lightly here and there, slowly heating her back up.

The moisture that had leaked from her body left a strange, musky scent clinging to her skin.

"We never even washed."

Yoo Dajeong, who had been lying quietly, jerked in surprise and turned away.

In a trembling voice, still hiding her face, she asked,

"I.... do I smell?"

"Yes."

"S-so.... sorry. I wanted it so badly I couldn't even wash first."

"It's fine. It's sour and nice."

"W-what kind of thing are you saying.... eum...."

I pressed my mouth to hers again.

Not quite as fiercely as when we first arrived in the hotel room, but our tongues stuck together wet and sticky once more.

This time, though, I had no intention of drawing it out.

I quickly pulled my tongue free, lightly bit her lower lip, then licked my way down her throat until I reached her collarbone.

"Aang.... really, no more.... I didn't wash.... and now I'm all sweaty.... heung."

I ignored whatever she was saying and kept ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠moving my tongue.

Before long my mouth had reached her breasts. As I already knew she preferred, I focused on her nipples rather than the soft flesh around them.

When I flicked the tips with just the end of my tongue she twisted and giggled as if it tickled.

I circled her areola, then sealed my lips around the nipple and sucked hard.

Swoop. Smack. Suck.

At the renewed stimulation she clutched my head tightly and moaned.

The skin around her breasts, already wet with sweat, was now slicker still with my saliva.

For the stronger sensation she clearly wanted, I set my teeth just a little.

Then I lightly bit down on her plump nipple.

She couldn't take it and shoved my face away hard.

"What are you doing? That hurts...."

"Is that all?"

"It feels good.... but pain scares me. Just suck, please."

A woman with a lot of demands.

Still, the good news was that unlike a man who is finished the moment he cums, she still seemed ready for more.

I hadn't even properly put it in yet, and no matter how sensitive her clit was, I had only sucked and rubbed a little.

If we stopped now there would have been no point booking an expensive hotel.

After covering her entire body in kisses I felt the moment had arrived.

No matter what anyone said, it was time for insertion.

Maybe because I had brushed death today, I had never felt so fiercely alive as I did right now.

As if proving I was still breathing, I lined my cock up against her.

"Hoo.... here I go."

Lying on her back she simply stared at me without a word.

She was still a soaked, ruined mess, but this time she did not look away.

I pushed into her extremely slowly while bringing my mouth back to hers.

"Heueup.... uum, ueup...."

Two parts of me entered her body at once.

One was my tongue; the other was the cock hanging between my legs.

Her insides were already hot enough to melt, and they squeezed me far tighter than I had expected.

I worked my hips hard; she wrapped both legs around my waist.

We were still kissing, and tears kept sliding from her tightly shut eyes.

Why is this woman crying?

She must be crying because it feels so good the tears just come out.

This little pervert.

Every so often she would open her eyes, check that mine ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠were still open, then close them again.

That tiny habit somehow dragged the sleeping urge to conquer right out of me.

With my cock buried deep in her pussy I slid both hands under her back and lifted her into my arms.

The change in position altered every sensation racing through my lower body.

Our bodies pressed together perfectly; she ended up sitting in my lap while I sat upright, the two of us locked in a tight embrace.

I broke the kiss and hugged her hard.

One of her ears came right next to my mouth.

"Body scent."

The moment I spoke, the reaction came from her lower mouth.

I felt her pussy clamp down in a violent series of contractions.

"Heueung.... mean."

I gripped her ass and repeatedly lifted and dropped her entire body.

When my arms got tired I simply switched positions.

The wet slap of flesh filled the room for a long time, and before long the end was racing toward us.

"Not inside. I didn't even take anything.... I'll finish you with my mouth."

From the very start the spark between us had jumped too hard and too fast.

We never even thought about buying condoms; we just started.

From my side, having her draw such a clear line felt reassuring—and honestly, grateful.

My cock slid free of her with a wet sound; she immediately took it into her mouth again.

I had no idea how many men she had handled, but this time she worked me with the clear intention of making me cum.

She massaged the root of my shaft and my balls with both hands while repeatedly forcing me deep into her throat; any man who still had balls would have been finished in minutes.

"Ugh...."

I couldn't hold back any longer. Instinct demanded stronger stimulation.

I grabbed the head of the woman who had my cock in her mouth and thrust my hips, driving myself all the way into her throat.

Tremendous pressure crushed the tip of my glans, and at last I succeeded in dumping every last drop of the lust I had been holding back.

This was only the second time I had ever cum down a woman's throat. The first time, with my ex, we had nearly broken up over it.

How would Yoo Dajeong react?

Thinking that if she hated it I could simply never see her again, I just kept thrusting until I finished.

Cough, cough.

Just like Shin Haneul back then, Yoo Dajeong kept coughing and spitting out the thick load I had pumped into her.

What could I do.... it just happens on instinct before I even realize it.

I grabbed a towel, helped her clean up, and asked if she was all right.

She nodded and answered with a little smile.

"Hehe, that was good.... good enough I almost wanted you to cum inside me."

She rubbed her lower belly and grinned at me.

This woman is seriously something else. Listen to the things she says.

It was lucky I had just finished; I almost started round two on the spot.

But I had to be careful.

I had zero desire to knock up a woman I had only met today and suddenly become a married man.

"Haha.... then let's wash up and go grab dinner."

"Okay. Now I wouldn't even mind pork belly and soju. Hehe...."

"That doesn't sound bad at all."

We headed into the bathroom together. While ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠we washed each other the spark flared again, but we forced ourselves to stop.

A beggar was growling loudly in my stomach.

I kept wondering why the synchronization rate had jumped all the way to 51% after only one time with her.

Making every wild guess I could think of, I headed down to the hotel lobby.

Without the slightest idea that I was about to run into the ex-girlfriend I had broken up with, right there in that very lobby.