I Didn’t Come Here for This
Her whole body jolted. He was definitely huge. Judging by the size of what he could already feel filling his hand, it seemed even bigger than Lee Dahyeon’s.
A faint fragrance drifted from her back.
“Nnh. Haaah….”
He kneaded her breasts. A thin layer of fabric separated his palm from the fullness beneath the white T-shirt, but he could still feel the immense softness inside.
At this level of touching, you’d think she’d at least say something.
Instead, she only let out a shallow moan, trembling under his hand.
“Hey, what are you doing? You’re not this kind of girl.”
Her mouth said no, but everything else about her body was shouting yes.
“What kind of girl is that supposed to mean?”
“Haa… no, I mean….”
Even as he massaged her breasts, she didn’t sit up or push his hand away. She simply stood there and took the rough treatment, her hips already shifting toward Song Hoon’s massive erection as if trying to find it.
It’s because she’s in heat. Haaah. It’s all the alcohol talking. Ahhh.
An Hyejeong convinced herself that this had to be because she was completely out of her mind.
Still, every time a moan threatened to slip out—the last scrap of her dignity—she bit down on her finger and swallowed it back.
But it’s huge. Even fully clothed, it keeps jabbing at me. Haaah… how big is this thing, anyway? Why did I never notice before?
There were only about ten minutes left in the karaoke room. Not nearly enough time to do anything real.
“Come on.”
“Kyah—where are we going?”
He grabbed her wrist, dragged her out, and headed for the motel nearby.
This moment mattered. If he hesitated now, the psychological resistance would only rise, and she might refuse.
I’ve got to hit her hard and fast.
He had no intention of wasting this sudden chance.
Stopping halfway through? That would only build a bigger wall than giving her a little breathing room today.
“Aahh… I’m losing it.”
He paid at the motel counter like he was tossing down a card, took the key, and the moment they stepped into the elevator he was already licking the rim of An Hyejeong’s ear.
“K-kissing… no kissing….”
But that seemed to be the last line of psychological resistance she had left, because every time he leaned in for a kiss, she would sharply turn her head away.
She didn’t resist his hands on her breasts, or his mouth sucking at her ear—but kissing, for some reason, was different.
Song Hoon found it strangely amusing.
If they were going into the motel room like this, what came next was obvious.
There was no way he would just keep caressing her and call it a day.
And yet she was refusing kisses.
That just makes me want her more.
By dawn, by morning, whenever they finally finished and came out of that room, he wanted An Hyejeong to be the one who kissed him first.
Click—
The motel door opened.
Beep—
The card key slid into place, the room lights came on, and—
***
With other people, everything had only lasted about five years, but their relationship had already almost reached ten.
For ten years, An Hyejeong had never once imagined that Song Hoon was hiding a cock like this, let alone that the two of them would end up in a relationship like this.
Much less that she’d be doing this now, as a married woman.
“Haaah. Hey, you…!”
Song Hoon stripped off her shirt at once, lifted her bra up, and sucked greedily at her breasts.
“Aahng—!”
He massaged one breast in his hand, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, while his mouth laved and teased the other with his tongue.
“I didn’t come here for this, heeey—!”
But contrary to her words, the hook of her bra came undone under her fingers and dropped to the floor with a soft thud.
Then Song Hoon’s own clothes followed, peeled off layer by layer by An Hyejeong’s hands and scattered to the floor.
“I-I need to wash up firrrst—”
“I’ll wash you.”
He sucked even harder at her breasts. Not just her breasts, either—he lavished her sternum, the valley between her breasts, the hollow near her navel, her collarbones, her neck, and even her earlobes.
He kissed and licked every part of her except her lips and lower body.
“You… why are you so good at sucking?”
Then he pulled off her pants, then her panties.
The moment she reached to remove his underwear—
“Look for yourself. See how big it is.”
Song Hoon took a step back, adjusting his posture so it would be easier for her to strip him.
Thump.
And then, the enormous cock she had only imagined came springing free and appeared right before her eyes.
“Hah—”
It was even bigger than she had thought.
No, not just bigger—the rigidity, the thickness.
She swallowed hard, a sweet breath spilling from her lips as her tongue unconsciously flicked out.
She grabbed it with both hands.
So big….
It was huge. Much bigger than her husband’s. No—bigger than any man she’d ever met.
“You….”
As if teasing her like she was nothing more than a toy, Song Hoon’s fingerwork only pushed An Hyejeong further, and she refused to lose.
Thud—
She shoved at his chest and forced him onto the bed, then climbed on top of him, sucking at his chest while one hand worked his cock.
“Aahh….”
A low moan escaped Song Hoon’s mouth.
The skill of a seasoned married woman was no joke.
She gradually moved down from his nipples.
Haaah—
As if biting into a massive mouthful.
She took his huge cock into her mouth while her other hand toyed with his balls.
Was this what married women tasted like?
He’d been sucked off countless times before, but An Hyejeong’s blowjob was something else entirely.
“Haa….”
Song Hoon’s own moans naturally spilled out, and at the sight of An Hyejeong’s faint smile—at the way she acted as if she were the one in control—
Kek—
Song Hoon grabbed her hair, which was only halfway down his shaft, and rammed himself to the root.
He shoved it in by force. He kept forcing it deeper until saliva dripped and tears welled up in her eyes.
When she started pounding his thigh with her fist, as if telling him to stop, he pulled out and lifted An Hyejeong onto the bed.
“Ah, seriously….”
An Hyejeong twisted and coughed, but—
“Hah-!”
The instant Song Hoon’s tongue thrust into the slit of her pussy, sharp pleasure surged through her and she couldn’t keep moving.
How is he this skilled?
Everything about him was a step above her husband.
His skill with her breasts, the size and rigidity and thickness of his cock, even the way he licked her pussy.
“Uhhahh… feels good.”
The hard, pent-up desire she’d been suppressing all this time was slowly melting under Song Hoon’s tongue.
Squelch—
His fingers slid into her drenched cunt, and the moment another finger flicked her clit—
“Huaaang—”
An Hyejeong cried out like she was about to weep.
“Ah… n-no….”
Song Hoon’s fingers danced inside her, and she thrashed helplessly, twisting her body, but his hands never stopped.
“Huaaah. No….”
Watching her writhe like this, he couldn’t help wondering whether she had ever experienced anything like this before.
Whoosh—
A jet of liquid shot from her pussy like a water gun.
“S-stop—!”
Splurt-splurt-splurt—
An Hyejeong clenched every muscle below the waist, trying desperately to hold herself back, but Song Hoon’s insane fingers beat her all the same.
“Hngh….”
She covered her face with both hands and gushed shamelessly.
The humiliation, embarrassment, and pleasure all crashed into her at once in a situation she had never once experienced in her life.
“Hooni, you…!”
She tried to say something through her shame, but Song Hoon’s sex was only just beginning.
“Haaht, hngh—”
Even as she emptied herself, his tongue slipped back into her oversensitive pussy and began licking inside her again.
His relentless assault left her mind turning white.
The primal pleasure she had never felt once after getting married started in her lower body, pierced straight through her heart, and seemed ready to melt her brain.
“Haaah—”
Her hands clenched the bedsheets and she thrashed about.
“Haa… haa….”
And when Song Hoon finally lifted his mouth from her cunt, all she could do was gasp for breath.
Her whole body had gone limp.
It almost felt unbelievable that merely being toyed with could drain her this much.
And she found herself wondering how wonderful it would be if that giant cock were actually thrusting into her.
But after waiting for a while and receiving no reaction, she opened her eyes and lifted her head—only to find Song Hoon stroking his huge erection while grinning at her.
“You’re really… Haaah.”
As if he had been waiting for that, he climbed over her, tucked his cock between her breasts, and placed both of An Hyejeong’s hands around them.
She obediently gathered her breasts together, making it easier for Song Hoon to move his cock, then lifted her head, stuck out her tongue, and licked the glistening tip peeking between her breasts.
Riiing-ring-ring—
And just as the frotteurism between her breasts was heating the room up, An Hyejeong’s phone rang.
Instinctively, her hand darted toward it, but Song Hoon caught her wrist and shook his head—
“Mmph—!”
and shoved his cock into her mouth, making her trembling eyes quiver.
But unlike before, he was gentle about it this time, letting An Hyejeong taste him properly and lick him at her own pace.
After ringing several times, her phone finally stopped.
“Haa… haa. You’re really… nasty. You never used to be like this.”
“I’m a good boy in the daytime and a bad boy at night. Didn’t you know? Good thing you found out today.”
With a snort that said she didn’t find him funny at all, An Hyejeong stroked her pussy with one hand, then wrapped her fingers around Song Hoon’s cock, slick with her juices, and positioned it at her entrance.
“You’re really wicked. You… absolutely can’t tell anyone. Absolutely.”
“Who would I tell? That you taste this good, Hyejeong?”
And when he brought his cock to the mouth of her cunt—
Vrrrmm—
Song Hoon’s phone rang.
Looking at the caller, he aligned his cock with An Hyejeong’s opening and began rubbing against it.
“Hnnngh. Whose call is it?”
“Shh.”
Song Hoon told the overheated An Hyejeong to be quiet, then answered, “Yeah, Joon.”