Milf Service While Cooking (1)
“By the way, why is Vice Director Gang rummaging through Ri-na’s desk?”
“Vice Director Gang is rummaging through my desk?”
“Yeah, she’s been looking through something. Incidentally, how does it feel to have sex right in front of your fiancé? You seem to be getting even more excited and enjoying it more than usual when you do it in front of the man you’re going to marry. It was good, wasn’t it?”
“T-That’s not something you should ask.”
“I already know without you saying. You were squirting buckets of your juices while I was fucking you. And today you were even more excited. You like being fucked by me more when your fiancé is right there, don’t you?”
“…….”
Hwang Ri-na couldn’t answer and avoided my gaze. Normally strict and professional, she had slipped into a completely submissive role the moment I started playing with her.
“You say you don’t like me, yet your body is dripping with arousal.”
“I haven’t had sex with a man for a long time. I’m not saying I like Representative-nim.”
“It does seem that way. Still, it felt like you were enjoying it enormously while we did it.”
“You’re the one who said ‘just do it enjoyably’ when we started.”
“Exactly. I said that. From now on, let’s do it even better.”
“…….”
Today’s sex had been perfect. Not just physical pleasure, but also thrills, maximum excitement, the sense of conquest, and a deep mental satisfaction. Maybe Hwang Ri-na had felt the same today. The thought of having sex with me right in front of her fiancé had driven her to a state of extreme arousal mixed with guilt, shame, and hyper-sensitive sensitivity. For both of us, today’s sex would be an unforgettable, intense one.
Returning to the officetel in a refreshing mood, I found Choi In-sook preparing dinner.
“Min-ji?”
“She seems to have gone to the PC room. Since she wouldn’t ask me for PC room fees, I asked if she needed money, and she said she’s selling something like gaming items to get the cash.”
Min-ji, who had received money from me, no longer demanded PC room expenses from her mother.
Choi In-sook, wearing a green apron and trimming vegetables, had an oddly lewd figure from behind. Every time she moved to wash the produce, her plump buttocks swayed, catching my eye.
The blood rushed to my groin. The sight of her preparing dinner was pure MILF housewife energy, and that fact made me even more excited. If I were to cover her right now, it would feel like fucking a real housewife.
— Swooosh—Swooosh—
I quietly approached her from behind while she turned on the faucet at the sink and began washing vegetables. I reached out and grabbed her plump ass.
“Hik! W-What is this?”
“What do you mean ‘what’? I’m just touching Choi In-sook’s ass.”
“What are you doing right now?”
Choi In-sook turned to me with a slightly startled expression.
“You forgot? We agreed to receive service anytime, right?”
“Huh? So right here and now? In front of the sink?”
“That’s what you agreed to.”
“But this is a completely open kitchen.”
The kitchen with the sink was the first thing visible the moment you opened the front door. It was also visible from the living room. It was an open space. Receiving service in such an open place left Choi In-sook feeling a bit uneasy.
“Min-ji isn’t here. So it shouldn’t matter, right?”
“Y-Yes, but… then should I do it with my mouth?”
“No, Choi In-sook, keep washing the vegetables and continue preparing dinner.”
“Huh? You want me to keep preparing dinner?”
Choi In-sook tilted her head, clearly not understanding. She refused my offer to give her blowjob service and simply told me to continue cooking, which didn’t make sense to her.
“I can manage on my own. So Choi In-sook, just keep your eyes on what you’re doing.”
“Ah, I see. If Representative-nim says so.”
Choi In-sook turned back and began focusing on washing the vegetables.
— Swaak—Swaak—
When I touched her ass while she worked, her breathing gradually grew rougher. The firm, youthful feel of her buttocks was delightful to stroke.
— Flap—Flap—
“Ah! Representative-nim!”
When I lifted her skirt, she turned back in surprise.
“I told you to wash the vegetables.”
“Ah, yes.”
Choi In-sook turned her head forward again. After lifting her skirt, I slipped my hand inside her panties and slid down along the crack of her ass.
— Swooosh—Swooosh—
“Hueng!”
Choi In-sook let out a short moan while washing the vegetables. My fingers reached her asshole and slid past it to her pussy hole.
— Rub rub—Thrust thrust—
“Huuhng… haaa… Ah, Representative-nim, when you touch right there…”
As I used my fingers to stroke between her asshole and pussy, Choi In-sook began squirting. Her pussy twitched, and she tensed her thighs. Touching her pussy hole was making her excited.
“I’ll be touching your pussy, Choi In-sook, so you keep touching the vegetables.”
The story of Han Seok-bong came to mind. I’ll slice the rice cake, you write the words. I’ll touch your pussy, you touch the vegetables. The situation felt similar.
So Choi In-sook kept washing the vegetables while I began touching her pussy.
— Swooosh—Swooosh—
“Haa haa, huuuhng huuuhng!”
— Thrust thrust—Rub rub—Thrust thrust—Rub rub—
Choi In-sook’s moans grew louder as she washed the vegetables. The area around her pussy started trembling, and she was squirting more and more. The juices were now flowing down her thighs in a steady stream.
‘She’s so horny. I can’t hold back anymore.’
Seeing Choi In-sook squirt like that, I couldn’t restrain myself any longer.
— Swish—Slap—
“Hik, panties?”
I grabbed the edge of her panties and yanked them down. Then I lowered my pants and thrust my cock straight between her ass crack.
— Swooosh—
“Hiiit! Representative-nim’s, your cock?”
“Keep working. I’ll enjoy it my way.”
“With my way?”
“It’s called ‘doggy-style’—friction on the front with pussy and cock, but with my cock buried deep from behind. You know how it is when I push in between your ass cheeks.”
“Ah, yes. I understand.”
— Swaak—Slap—
After pulling her panties down and inserting my cock, I lifted her shirt this time and unhooked her bra, letting it fall. I grabbed her large breasts with both hands. This was the rear-entry position. Choi In-sook must have expected me to move her like that.
— Gulp—
When I gripped her breasts tightly, a sound of saliva passing down her throat echoed. Choi In-sook was clearly expecting my next move.
‘Aah, my breasts are being stroked by hand while Representative-nim’s cock is buried deep in my ass crack. I guess he’s going to do rear-entry like this. It’ll make washing vegetables harder.’
Choi In-sook’s worries were about to come true.
— Pukchik—Pukchik—Thrust thrust—Slurp slap—Slurp slap—
“Huuhng… uuhng uuhng… Haaat haaht! Haaaaant!”
While I held her massive breasts and centered myself, I started thrusting her hips. Choi In-sook was busy moaning in pleasure, her ass making loud slurp-slap sounds from all the juices.
‘Huff huff, what do I do? I’m so excited getting rear-entered while she’s washing vegetables. I’ve never done this with my husband before. I’ve always only done normal sex in bed, but now Representative-nim is doing rear-entry in the kitchen. It feels like rape in a public place.’
Choi In-sook seemed to feel a slight sense of violation from being fucked in doggy-style.
‘Then I’ll make it even rougher.’
I adjusted the angle of my cock. Up until now, it had been the standard doggy-style where the tip hit the Y-zone between her ass crack and thighs, moving back and forth. I changed the angle and began piston thrusting from below, pushing upward.
— Swooosh—Bump—Pukchik—Bump—Slurp slap—Slurp slap—
“Hiiik, y-your cock is entering my pussy right now? That’s not allowed.”
“I’ve told you many times. It’s a loving motion, remember? It’s doggy-style. It’s not that the shaft is fully inside—just the head rubbing between your pussy lips.”
“Haa haa, but it feels a bit deeper than before.”
“It feels deeper because it’s doggy-style. You can’t go that deep because of the height of your ass.”
“Haa, y-yes, that’s true.”
Choi In-sook tried to complain that my cock wasn’t going deep enough, but she gave up after my explanation.
In truth, her words were partially correct. My cock had penetrated past the head. Unlike the usual tip-only thrusting, with doggy-style the shaft was now buried about a third deep under the head. But from Choi In-sook’s perspective, the repeated in-and-out motion made it hard to measure exact depth. So she had no choice but to trust me and surrender her body.
And even though my cock seemed a little deeper than usual, she no longer seemed inclined to argue.
‘Hah hah, it does feel deeper than before. Before it was just the tip, but today it feels deeper. Because it’s doggy-style, right? Anyway, it feels too good. The deeper it goes, the stronger the pleasure. Aah, if he keeps doing this, I’ll go crazy.’
Choi In-sook was lost in deep doggy-style bliss. Overwhelmed by pleasure, her face was flushed with ecstasy, so she had no intention of stopping the deep thrusts.
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