Tempting My Female Friend with Money (1)
Smack. A long, melting kiss. Smack, smack, smack.
Her tongue, sweet enough to dissolve, coiled thickly through my mouth. We tangled together in quiet, trading saliva still hot from each other's bodies.
My left hand had already found Saika Kanna's breast. The bra was a small cup fighting a losing battle with her underbust, so those I-cups spilled into my grip with nothing to stop me. Soft flesh filled my palm and kept going. Every time I squeezed, my fingers sank deep into the white skin, and the taut spring of her shoved them back out again, coy as a flirt.
I'm losing my mind. They're fucking enormous.
I had never touched natural breasts this big. No wonder she'd shot to the top overnight as an oversized, S-rank rookie. It hadn't been empty hype.
My mouth wouldn't stop moving, greedy and wet. Lips parted and pressed flush, tongues docked and knotted without shame, and I licked up even the saliva slicking the corners of our mouths. One hand stayed on her breast. The other shoved up under the slip and mauled her ass.
A body packed dense with youth, firm and heavy in the hand. The longer I touched her, the sharper the pleasure running up my arms, and the feel of that skin—fine enough that I could have kept my hands on it all day—went straight to my head.
"Haa... haa..."
"Huu... huu..."
Our breathing had gone rough. Somewhere in the middle of it I undid her bra and peeled it away, and over the thin silk slip I groped those I-cups without restraint—kneading, tugging, shaking the flesh up and down and side to side, toying with her.
I want my mouth on them.
I swallowed the urge boiling up. Cha Yuna was watching. If I wanted to draw her in without forcing it, I couldn't let her see sex that turned me into some drooling animal. There was a reason I had used account number one to place the order: tender, like lovers.
Even this is already too much for Cha Yuna. A virgin who's never dated once, stuck playing voyeur to another couple fucking right in front of her face.
Still deep in the wet kiss with Saika Kanna, I stole a glance her way. She kept swallowing, a dry click in her throat, and she couldn't pull her eyes off us. Less aroused than wound tight with nerves.
What's going through her head, watching me do this with another woman right in front of her?
Was there even a scrap of jealousy in it? Probably not. She didn't see me as a man. And that, more than anything, sent the urge to conquer her surging up hot.
By then Saika Kanna's red slip dress had slid all the way to her ankles. I worked my fingers into panties that were little more than a sexy bikini and found her clit. It was already faintly swollen. When I grazed the bud with my index finger, her hips shivered and answered me.
We kept the deep kiss messy and wet while I moved my hand lower. I rubbed between her thick outer lips, teasing the inner ones, and something slick and sticky clung to my fingertips at once. A woman's most private place. I stroked the entrance as if I were only playing, wandering over it, and then slowly pushed in.
A hot, soaked cave of soft flesh bit down on me from every side—tight, and yet humid and dripping, drenching my fingers without mercy. Somewhere in the middle of it her hand had tugged my underwear down, and she was stroking the cock standing hard against my stomach, gentle and steady, up and down.
"Aah, nnh... ahh..."
Her sweet, heated moans kept spilling into my mouth, and I swallowed them. Above, tongue and lips collided. Below, we indulged in each other's sex with nothing refined about it. Before long we were both naked.
For a little while, Cha Yuna dropped out of my sight entirely. Right now, taking this tall, slender beauty and her outrageous breasts came first.
Lying side by side, we turned our faces and chased each other's mouths without letting go, while our hands plunged and stroked and worked at what they found. At last I caught Saika Kanna's smooth thighs, spread them wide, and sat down in front of her. My cock, drooling and impatient, rubbed arrogantly along the soaked red split of her pussy.
"Ahn... aaah... hurry. Please, put it in..."
She looked up at me with eyes gone hazy, as if she were drunk, and begged in a voice sweet with heat. I couldn't hold out any longer.
A long, thick push, all the way in. My cock, still trailing spit, buried itself in her pussy in one unhesitating stroke, and the sticky, wet folds of her walls pressed in soft and tight from every direction.
Holy shit. I'm done for. So this is a legendary pussy?
It was a grip I had never felt in my life. Until now I had thought Hong Seoeun's virgin cunt was the best there was, but this didn't even belong in the same conversation—not when it came to technique. This was talent. Just born talent. Of course a woman like this had never been able to settle for some ordinary romance, and had thrown herself into AV instead.
I hauled my hips back hard, until half the head caught in her entrance and nearly slipped free, then drove in again, all the way to the root, and her soaked insides clenched down around me with everything they had. Pulling out, she bit down as if to tell me not to leave. Pushing in, she welcomed me, soft and sticky and tight.
"Ahn! Aaah, ahh, nnhhh... aaang!"
Every time I slammed my hips in, those two long white legs tossed and swayed. Even on her back the I-cups lost none of their volume. They surged up and down with my thrusts and dealt out a dizzying assault on the eyes.
Breath rasping, I reached out with both hands, grabbed her breasts hard, and moved my hips faster. Wet claps rang between her spread thighs as I stabbed my cock into that slick cave like I'd lost my mind—driving, pounding, shoving it in.
"Aahk! Hahh! Ah, Mr. Park, you're too deep...! Nnhhh! Ahh! Hnn!"
The tall beauty's whole body bowed into an S, tight as a drawn bow. Her hands, which had been flailing at the air with nowhere to go, caught my arms where they clutched her breasts and held on, pitiful and desperate. Pleasure poured without end over her flushed face. The way her back twisted and writhed seemed to urge my hips on. Harder. Faster.
Obscene flesh met flesh, and a pleasure close to vertigo punched through my skull. Her chewy inner walls clung to my cock and refused to let go. Beads of sweat gathered on the smooth skin of her body and caught the lights, and the sight of it was pure greed—an obscene body that woke a blunt, stupid urge to put a baby in her.
I let go of the breasts I'd been gripping hard enough to burst and caught her white shoulders instead. Chest to chest, mouth to mouth, we locked together top and bottom with no space left between us, and the way I fucked her pussy only got rougher. Saika Kanna lifted her ass off the floor and tilted herself to a perfect angle, making it easier for me to drive into her.
The lewd slap of skin kept ringing, stubborn and wet. My cock, flushed hot with blood, pounded her humid pussy as if it meant to tear her open.
"Haaang! Aahng! Ahh, nnh! Aaah! Mr. Park! It's good! It's so good! Hnn! Haaang, haaang! Ahaaang!"
Even with her lips sealed under the messy deep kiss, Saika Kanna's moans broke out of her like she was about to pass out. The grip was insane. I felt like my cock was going to burst. Her insides moved like something alive, biting down not just on my cock but on my whole body.
A weight gathered low in my gut. The shiver that had been climbing from the base of my spine pooled heavy in my balls, and the urge to come closed in. I couldn't hold it. I had to let it go. All of this packed-down lust had to explode in the deepest part of the obscene body gasping and thrashing under me.
"Nnh— nnhhh!"
"Haah! Haah! Hnn! Hnn! Aahng! Ahhk!"
Red all the way up my neck, I drove the last pistoning strokes deep against her womb. With the head pressed tight to the cervix I had shoved back, I thrashed my hips like a man drowning and wrung every bit of my desire out of myself, firing it into her.
Semen tore down the swelling length of my urethra and flooded my whole body with a hormonal shock that felt like my head was splitting. Spurt after spurt poured out of me and filled her. The rippling folds of her pussy milked my cock to the very end, as if they meant to suck even the last drop still caught in my urethra dry.
Her trembling body went slack. Still locked over her, I collapsed onto the naked, sweat-soaked length of her, buried my face against the white nape of her neck, and dragged in breath after breath.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
"Hahh... hahh... hahh..."
"Huu... huu..."
"Huuuum..."
Little by little, the sound of our breathing settled. Saika Kanna broke into a bright smile, hooked both legs up over my back, wrapped her arms sweetly around my neck, and came in for a kiss. Smack. A soft kiss. Smack, smack. Another.
I kneaded the breasts crushed under my chest at an easy pace and slowly enjoyed the languid kisses, the unhurried touch of skin on skin, that follow a hot fuck. Then I happened to glance back at Cha Yuna. Her face was bright red with confusion and shame, and she had her head bowed low.
I pushed myself up and pulled out. Saika Kanna bent down in front of me, took my cock—soaked through with her fluids and my semen—into her mouth, and began a careful, devoted cleanup. She sucked hard at flesh still raw with the sensitivity right after coming, and a sharp electric jolt ran up my urethra and shook my prostate.
"Staff? Would you mind stepping outside and bringing us some water?"
"Huh? Oh—yes! Right away!"
At Saika Kanna's kind request, Cha Yuna bolted from the sex room as if she had just been pardoned.
Kneeling neatly, Saika Kanna leaned her body lightly into mine, brought her mouth to my ear, and let her voice drop.
"This studio is actually yours, isn't it, Mr. Park?"
I wasn't surprised. I had been through far too many women in far too short a time to flinch at a probe this small.
"What makes you think that?"
"Just a feeling. There's an ease about you. Not the ease of some cast member who showed up to perform. The unhurried kind that only the person who owns the room can have."
I let out a short laugh and quietly kept kneading Saika Kanna's breast, and nothing else.
"This whole stage was prepared for her from the very beginning. I'm right, aren't I?"
Sharp. This woman was very, very quick.
"Until I go back to Japan... would it be all right if I helped you a little?"
"And the price?"
"You already tipped me ninety million won. If I don't throw in at least this much as a courtesy, I won't feel right about it."
And I like a woman who is quick on the uptake, and who knows how to pay back what she has been given.
"When do you fly back to Japan?"
"I'll be in Korea about ten more days."
"How about staying here while you are?"
"I'd be more than grateful."
A woman I had brought in as bait to hook Cha Yuna. She was better than I had hoped.
Cha Yuna. You don't get a choice. You're going to fall.
"But I am curious about something. Why go to all this trouble, the long way around? With your kind of money, Mr. Park, you could manage it any number of ways."
"Why do you think?"
I kissed her deep and slow, and whispered it against her mouth.