Chapter 10. Cumming All On Your Own!

Ayoung stood there frozen for a while. She alternated glances between her phone—still recording—and me, her lips trembling silently. Finally, she placed her shaking knees on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped with a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠faint creak. Clinging to the towel wrapped around her chest, she crawled forward in the most awkward way imaginable. Her fingers hovered in the air, unsure where to place her knees or hands.

I didn't budge, just looked up at her. After all, she was the one in a hurry, not me—I had no reason to rush.

Ayoung's hand descended slowly. The towel covering her breasts slipped away, revealing her voluptuous skin under the light, but she didn't seem to have time to care. Her trembling fingertips brushed my lower abdomen, then touched my cock. The moment her fingers wrapped around it, a thin breath escaped her nostrils.

Cautiously—so cautiously—she gripped the shaft and began stroking it up and down. Her grip wasn't steady: loose on the upstroke, tight on the down. An amateur rhythm. Still, every time the warmth of her palm transmitted through, it thickened in her hand. She must have felt it, because the tip of her eyebrow twitched.

After a few more strokes, Ayoung swallowed dryly. Her jaw moved slightly, and then she lowered her upper body, parting her lips. Schlup. Warm, wet lips enveloped the tip. It was much better than in the tub earlier, when her teeth had scraped and we'd stopped. The soft mucous membrane circled the head clumsily, sucking awkwardly. She couldn't take it deep, just working the tip repeatedly with her lips, but each flick of her tongue built a steady, shallow stimulation.

She was trying hard. Eyes squeezed shut, both hands gripping the base, she gradually increased the depth as much as she could swallow. Her cheeks hollowed slightly as she sucked. Her heavy nasal breaths brushed my lower abdomen.

"You're getting good at this already," I said.

Her movements paused briefly. Her closed eyes half-opened, her gaze shooting up to glare at me. A sigh escaped through her nose while her mouth was still on it. That short vibration rippled down the tip, but she quickly lowered her eyes and resumed bobbing her head. Schlurp, slurp. The wet sounds echoed blatantly in the quiet room. She knew the recording would capture every bit of it, yet she didn't stop. If anything, she pulled her jaw tighter to take it deeper once more, then lifted her head, swallowing back her gag reflex with a gulp.

"Pahh…"

Gasping for air, she pulled her mouth off, a thin strand of clear saliva connecting the tip to her lips. Like a broken thread, it dangled from her chin, which she hastily wiped away with the back of her hand. After catching her breath, she grabbed the condom from the nightstand. She fumbled twice tearing the corner before finally ripping it open, then carefully rolled it onto my cock. Her fingers stroked from the tip to the base, pressing it snug—a strangely serious motion.

Next came the lube. She squeezed clear gel onto her palm from the bottle and applied it to her entrance. The cold sensation made her brow furrow briefly, her shoulders twitching. But she didn't stop, evenly coating the area before slicking the rest over my cock. With nowhere to wash her hands, she rubbed them roughly on her thigh and looked up. Our eyes met. For a split second, our gazes locked, then hers hardened with resolve.

She straddled my waist with both knees, positioning herself. One hand reached back to grip the shaft, aligning the tip with her entrance. The moment the lubed tip met her heated flesh, tension gripped her fingers.

"Uuuh…"

Biting back a muffled groan, she lowered her hips slowly. As the tip pushed past the entrance, her body tensed taut. She sank down bit by bit, applying her weight. The lube eased the way, but her tight insides couldn't keep up, resisting densely.

"Hnng… haah… haah…"

Once she swallowed me to the hilt, her upper body collapsed forward. Forehead pressed to my chest, her shoulders heaved as she panted. Her ragged breaths scorched my bare skin. Her walls clenched around the full length without gaps, rippling contractions transmitting through.

I didn't move. Hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling, I leisurely savored the spasms of her inner walls struggling to adapt on their own.

After a long while, Ayoung finally lifted her head. Seeing my smirking expression through her reddened eyes, she gritted her teeth. She averted her gaze sharply, planted both hands on my chest, and began moving her hips. Utterly clumsy. No rhythm to call her forward-and-back thrusts. The angle and depth varied wildly each time, her desperate effort to create friction transmitting through her firmly pressed palms. Watching her inexperienced body flail to overcome the challenge was entertaining.

But the real issue was elsewhere. As she rocked her hips front to back to make me cum faster, the angle changed with each pass, subtly disrupting her breathing. She didn't seem aware. The breaths leaking from her gritted teeth grew shorter, sweat slicking her palms against my body. At one forward tilt, the tip suddenly grazed deep inside. Her back stiffened slightly. She paused, then pushed back, angling to avoid the same spot. But in that narrow space, there was nowhere to hide.

"Haht… nng…"

A half-swallowed moan escaped through her teeth. Heat flushed her cheeks, spreading through her body. Her eyes lost focus, shaking. Her breaths heated up, the panting rhythm desyncing from her hips.

"Ha… uht… ah."

She seemed oblivious to the sounds spilling from her. Her fingers on me went limp, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠then clenched repeatedly; her drenched eyes fixed blankly somewhere in space.

Suddenly, her hips jerked, her motion halting. Her head drooped, shoulders quivering. Her pussy clenched my cock fiercely, and hot, clear juices gushed out below, soaking my thighs.

"What? You just came first?" I taunted.

Ayoung bowed her head deeper. Through her limp hair, her earlobes burned red.

"N… no."

A feeble denial, head still down. But her inner spasms told no lies.

"That's not what we agreed."

"…Ha… I can do it."

A gasped-out response. But her body wouldn't obey. Pinned on my cock, her hips frozen, her pleasure-captured form just trembled faintly.

I chuckled, grabbing her ass with both hands. The soft, warm flesh filled my palms heavily.

"You're cumming all on your own."

With those words, I pulled out, then thrust my hips up, slamming deep in one go. Splurt.

"Haaht…!"

Ayoung's back arched sharply, head thrown back toward the ceiling. New shock piled onto her peak; her eyes widened hugely, focus shattered.

"A… no… please…"

A pleading voice poured out. But her insides were the opposite—desperately sucking, clenching to keep me in.

I said nothing. Gripping her ass, I thrust up from below. Slap.

"Hnght…!"

Slap, slap.

"Ah… haht…! Uuht…!"

Each upward thrust sent ripples through her body. Tears welled in her eyes; broken moans spilled uncontrollably from her open lips. She pressed down on my chest with her hands, but there was no pushback. Clear fluids streamed endlessly between her twitching thighs. Her climax wouldn't end. Each deep stab triggered new waves, her body tensing and releasing without respite.

I kept the pace, gazing up at her crumbling expression. Slap-slap-slap. Her climax-drunk pussy sucked me wildly, nearly pulling me out. The root-clenching tightness with each thrust heated my entire cock dully, the warmth pooling heavily in my gut.

"Haaang… haaht…!"

Watching her sob through orgasms as I thrust up from below had already blown half my reason away. The moment the heat in my depths crested, I seized her waist, yanking her down while ramming into her cervix. Splurt.Spurt, spurt.

"Haaaang…!"

An unrestrained scream burst from Ayoung. Her whole body shuddered, collapsing limply onto my stomach. Ragged, broken breaths rasped right by my ear. Her damp forehead pressed to my shoulder, her long exhales scorching my skin.

I stayed buried for a while. Even through the condom, her contractions gripped like a vise; she couldn't twitch a finger until the aftershocks faded.

Once her breathing steadied, I rolled her onto her side on the mattress. As I withdrew, her insides clung stickily, then released with a short, wet schlop. Her gaping pussy twitched open and closed limply in the air.

Peeling off the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠condom, the tip sagged heavy with thick white cum. I held it briefly before her eyes, smirking.

"Wow, I've never cum this much before. Guess our bodies match perfectly, huh, auntie?"

Ayoung focused with effort, then grimaced and turned away.

"…N… no… hn."

I tossed the condom aside and lightly spread her knees. Parting her pussy with two fingers, thick juices poured from the fully loosened depths. The exposed flesh gasped at the air.

"Looks like we can go a lot longer."

Her eyes widened. I was already tearing open a new condom, rolling it down to the base before climbing over her.

Ayoung reflexively flipped onto her stomach, trying to crawl away. Her back writhed desperately, elbows pushing the mattress, but I pressed down with my weight. Her slender back molded to my chest; her hands clutched the sheets powerlessly.

"If you're not gonna satisfy me properly, at least stay still."

I murmured low by her ear. Her back stiffened subtly.

"St… stop. I… can't anymore…"

Splurt.

"Hnnght…!"

No reply—I just rammed my cock straight into her pussy. Completely different from before. No more tight resistance; her soaked, loosened walls swallowed me whole in one go. The sucking sensation to the hilt drew an involuntary gasp from me.

"Whoa… amazing."

Chewy flesh clung gaplessly to the shaft, squeezing relentlessly. It molded to me on entry, clung wetly on withdrawal, refusing to let go. One hand pinning her back down, I began thrusting my hips. Slap, slap, slap.

"How's that? I'm pretty good, right?"

Ayoung shook her head, face buried in the sheets.

"N… no… never… hnght… ah."

Her denial cut off as her legs began trembling. Inner thighs quivered; her pussy bit down like teeth. Her knuckles whitened gripping the sheets; muffled groans leaked from her pressed forehead.

No plans to stop no matter how many times she came today. Grinding my hips, I brought my lips to her ear.

"Last time, I went easy 'cause I was worried about Woochan waking up."

Ayoung's body went rigid as stone. At her son's name, even her insides clenched tight.

"No one can hear us here. Let's do it for real."

Her head turned. Pale face twisted with terror and dread. Lips parted, but no words came.

I grabbed her ass with both hands, lifting and yanking her back deep onto me in one thrust. Plop.

"Haaht…!"

Her eyes rolled back white, head thrown back. Juices sprayed onto the sheets, drenching between her thighs. Thrusts unleashed moans she couldn't even dream of suppressing, filling the room.

Slap-slap-slap.

"Haaht… ah…! Haaang…!"

No desperate hand-over-mouth to hide from neighbors, no stifled screams. In this vast suite, her raw voice bounced off the walls and right back.

I kept going, her cries fueling my back.

That was when it happened. The screen on Ayoung's recording phone flickered once. A notification popped up over the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠recording: a call from Woochan.