Swept Away by Ecstasy
"Hngh... Ngh... Mmm..."
Hot breaths burst from between Min-ah's lips.
The feeling of moving her own hips to swallow Gyeong-rok's cock was incomparably more intense than when she had been pinned beneath him.
Every time his massive cock spread her entrance, pressed down on her soft inner walls, and drove deep inside, a dizzying wave of pleasure radiated through her.
"Haah... Hah... Haah..."
Even Min-ah couldn't explain to herself why she had started moving her hips.
At first it had been for Min-woo. At least, that's what she had told herself.
But not anymore. She shook her head, refusing to admit it.
"Min-ah."
She heard his voice calling her name.
Min-ah slowly lifted her head.
...He called me by my name...
It was a form of address that would once have felt unfamiliar and burdensome.
Now it brought no resistance at all.
Min-ah bit her lower lip and narrowed her eyes. The wet, sticky sounds rising from below made her head spin.
"Haa... It's too... big... really..."
Every time she shook her hips, Min-ah tried to cover her face. She didn't want to show Gyeong-rok her shameful expression.
"Min-ah. You don't have to hide your face."
"Hngh... Ah... Ahn... But I'm embarrassed..."
The hands that had been covering her face slowly slid down and gripped the bedsheet tightly.
The pleasure was so overwhelming that she felt she would collapse if she didn't clutch something.
When Gyeong-rok's large hand gently cupped her swaying breast, Min-ah's back arched sharply.
"Ahk... Haah... It feels good... Mmm...?"
After saying she felt good, Min-ah was startled. Had she gotten too immersed in the act?
Or... had she truly begun to think being with Gyeong-rok felt good?
I don't know... No... Right now... I don't want to think about anything...
From below, Gyeong-rok's hands reached up and wrapped around her waist.
With nowhere left to run, Min-ah was completely trapped in his embrace.
It was a tender, gentle restraint.
The anxiety that she might never escape him slowly crumbled, just like the defenses in her heart.
"Ahk... Ah... Not there... Ah...!"
Thick fingers pinched and twisted her nipple.
With nothing more than a simple, unforced touch, her thighs trembled violently and her pussy clenched even harder around him.
A deep flush covered Min-ah's face. Her mouth hung slightly open as she panted.
Her nipples stiffened every time they were stimulated.
Gyeong-rok smiled with satisfaction and asked,
"Min-ah. How is it? Doesn't it feel completely different from before?"
"Haah... Hngh... Haa... Don't... ask me... Haah... Ahn... Ah..."
With her eyes tightly shut, Min-ah rocked her hips and sank deeper into the pleasure.
"Call me honey, Min-ah."
"Uhhngh... Hoo... Mmm... H-honey..."
Min-ah's voice trembled faintly.
She didn't stop moving her hips, but her eyes were filled with both rapture and a faint trace of anxiety.
The love juices flowing from her thoroughly soaked pussy drenched Gyeong-rok's thighs and the sheets.
"Min-ah. Lean forward and press yourself against me."
"Yes...? Hngh... Haah..."
The strong pull toward him left Min-ah no choice. Her upper body tilted helplessly and she collapsed against his chest.
Gyeong-rok held her waist firmly and kissed her.
Even as his cock continued to thrust deep into her pussy, Min-ah parted her lips slightly and accepted his invading tongue.
Her guilt and anxiety slowly melted away in the deep, heavy kiss.
For now... let's not think about anything...
It had begun as something she was doing for Min-woo.
Now that she had come this far, there was no point in hesitating any longer.
She repeated that to herself and closed her eyes.
"Hah... Haah... Hah... Haah... Chup... Chuup... Slurp..."
Every time their lips parted, Min-ah gasped for breath. A heated flush of pleasure began to seep across her reddened face.
And then, as if launching her upward, a fierce thrust surged from below.
"Ahh! Hngh! Mmmh! Mmm... Too deep... It's too deep...!"
It was on a completely different level from the gentle movements she had controlled until now.
His heavy cock relentlessly stimulated her most sensitive spot. Her back arched like a bow and a cry of ecstasy tore from her throat.
Min-ah's pale thighs quivered as they clamped tightly around his waist.
Under the unceasing, powerful pistoning, her body shook helplessly on top of him.
The sound of her bouncing breasts slapping against his firm chest filled the entire room.
"Nooo... Ahk... Haah... Ngh... Aah... Ungh...!"
"What do you mean, no, Min-ah?"
Gyeong-rok's large hands gripped her ass and waist, holding Min-ah firmly in place.
"My head... is going crazy... I can't think of anything... Haah, mmmh, ah... ahh...!"
The fact that they were being filmed having sex on the table had long since vanished from her mind.
Only the hot, enormous sensation of him piercing her dominated her entire world.
Waves of pleasure stacked on top of one another, driving Min-ah to the very edge of climax.
"I'm... I'm going to come... This feeling is so strange... I've never felt anything like it... Ahn... Ngh... Ahk... Ah...!"
Tears streamed down Min-ah's face as she threw her head back.
Her sweat-soaked hair swayed in the air. From her mouth came cries that sounded almost like an animal in heat.
Finally reaching her limit, Min-ah's body convulsed violently.
Her soft inner walls squeezed Gyeong-rok's massive cock with rhythmic contractions, squirting hot love juices like a fountain.
Trembling from the aftershocks of orgasm, her strength gave out and she collapsed limply onto his broad chest.
Her wet, unfocused eyes wandered aimlessly through the air as she gasped for breath.
She was trapped in a languid, dazed state as if waking from a long dream. Every ounce of strength had left her body; she couldn't even move a single finger.
Even after the climax had passed, Min-ah continued to tremble and pant on top of Gyeong-rok's broad chest.
Sweat trickled down her spine and soaked the sheets. Her hazy, unfocused eyes stared into space without locking onto anything.
Every time her hot breath touched his skin, a faint spasm ran through her body, revealing just how fierce the storm of pleasure had been.
"Haah... Haah... I'll... get off now..."
Min-ah finally slid off his body and collapsed onto the bed.
"It's different from the first time, isn't it, Min-ah?"
"...Uhh... I... I don't know..."
Her uncertain answer seemed to be enough. Gyeong-rok let out a small chuckle.
He pulled off the condom, tied it, and tossed it into the trash. The amount of semen wasn't much less than the first time they had sex.
"Shall we go wash up, Min-ah?"
"...Together? You and me?"
Gyeong-rok stroked her hair as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"We're lovers now, so of course we should shower together."
Min-ah gave a small nod and barely managed to rise from the bed.
She leaned on Gyeong-rok as they headed to the bathroom. Even though the distance was short, her legs shook the entire way.
When the cold air from the tiled floor rose through her toes, Min-ah shivered.
"I'll wash you, Min-ah."
"Ehh... That's embarrassing..."
She leaned her exhausted body against him and whispered in a pouty voice.
The warm water pouring from the showerhead began to soak both of them.
It washed away the sticky heat from their bodies, which had been covered in sweat and love juices only moments before.
"Aah... That feels so refreshing..."
Min-ah closed her eyes and savored the warmth of the water. She felt her body beginning to relax a little.
"Ahh... That place... is still sensitive..."
"I'll be gentle, Min-ah. So we can go back to bed and rest properly afterward."
Convinced by his words, Min-ah bit her lower lip, blushed, and surrendered her body to him.
The afterglow of pleasure still flickered in her moist eyes.
His soapy, gentle hand brushed over her pussy.
Min-ah flinched in surprise and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him.
The soft stimulation on her pussy—still hot and hypersensitive from their intense sex—drew a thin moan from between her lips.
"Haah... Hah... You said you were washing me... If you keep touching... those strange places..."
"It's the most important place. I have to clean it thoroughly."
The hand that had been washing her pussy now moved behind her.
He caressed her ass, making sure her body couldn't pull away from his.
Her nipples, pressed against his chest, remained stiff and showed no sign of softening.
"Haah... Haah... Ahk... Mmm..."
"Does it hurt, Min-ah?"
His gentle, affectionate voice made Min-ah feel dreamy and hazy.
Even the sensation of pressing against his chest in the warm steam felt overwhelmingly intimate.
They were simply washing, yet a far deeper sense of immorality and excitement washed over her than when they had been on the bed.
It felt strange to be so perfectly cared for by a man who wasn't Min-woo.
But she didn't dislike it.
Gyeong-rok held her waist firmly with one hand while his other hand brushed her wet bangs aside.
Under that endlessly tender gaze, Min-ah finally gave in. She buried her face in his broad shoulder and breathed heavily.