Shall We Go Home?
I laid Ayoung down on the grass. The turf rustled beneath a single cardigan. Her breasts, bared under the moonlight, met the cool night air. Goosebumps prickled across her pale skin. Right in the center, her nipples stood stiff and erect.
I lowered my head and took one into my mouth.
"Nggh…"
Ayoung's breath hitched. I circled it with my tongue, feeling the hard tip distinctly against it. As I slowly sucked, her back arched slightly off the grass.
"Haa… nggh…"
A warm hand settled on my head. Fingers slipped between strands of my hair, gently stroking downward.
"Haa… leave a mark."
Her trembling voice, laced with ragged breaths, floated down from above.
"Proof that it's yours…"
I released it and looked up. Ayoung's eyes glistened in the moonlight. They brimmed with tears—not of sorrow, but of joy.
I pinched the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, slowly twisting and tugging.
"Hnggh…!"
Her waist snapped upward like a bowstring. The full breast stretched toward my fingers, then snapped back with a heavy jiggle when I let go. The recoil tore a rough gasp from her lips.
I shifted upward, burying my nose in her neck. Body heat rose from her sweat-slick skin. I pressed my lips there and whispered.
"Isn't that a bit too slutty? What am I supposed to do if you're already this excited?"
"Haa… sorry."
She tried to steady her breathing, but her voice was utterly melted.
"Haa… but I just want to be honest with you."
She really knows how to say the sweetest things. I lifted her chin and claimed her lips. She thrust her tongue in first, urgent and needy. It found mine, coiled around it, sucking greedily while she panted through her nose. Slurping, wet sounds spread over the lake's silence.
When we finally broke apart after that messy tangle, her lips were swollen and red.
I kept kissing her as my hand trailed downward. I undid the button on her jeans and pulled down the zipper; she lifted her hips on her own, eager, pushing them off without waiting. They slid down over the grass, revealing her pale thighs. Her panties were already soaked. The thin fabric had turned sheer, outlining everything inside.
I lightly traced upward over the cloth, and she reacted instantly.
"Hnggh…"
Her thighs quivered, knees drawing inward before spreading again.
I tugged the panties down, and a thick strand of arousal stretched between her pussy and the fabric before snapping. I cupped her mound gently with my palm. Heat pooled in my hand.
I caressed her slowly and murmured against her lips.
"Whose is this?"
"J… Jinho's."
No hesitation—just a thin, quavering voice. No denial.
"Who'd you give your body to today?"
Her eyes flicked up. They sparkled wetly in the darkness.
"I… didn't permit it."
It was a protest, laced with grievance.
"Pushing me away isn't enough. You should've slapped my face."
"S… sorry. Next time, I will."
She bowed her head. Her lashes trembled.
"So you need to be punished today."
Ayoung looked up at me. Her ears flushed crimson, visible even in the moonlight. Then she nodded slowly.
I knelt and dropped my pants. As my cock sprang free, she flipped over onto her stomach. She crawled forward over the grass and buried her face between my thighs. Warm lips brushed it. A light smack of a kiss. Then her tongue tip emerged, slowly licking the underside. Up and down, languidly.
I swept her hair back and said,
"Apologize."
"S… sorry. I won't do it again."
Her lips enveloped the glans. She sucked slowly, tongue swirling. The soft inner walls wrapped around my cock—warm and slick. Slurps and smacks. With each bob of her head, her lips tightened then released.
Part of me wanted to blow a load right then. The thought flickered, but it was too soon. I pushed her head away.
"Nah, won't cut it. Gotta punish you first."
She looked up at me, saliva gleaming at the corners of her mouth. Then she turned on her own, getting on all fours. Knees spread wide. A hand reached back, parting her pussy lips to expose the slick, glistening depths.
"Punish me. This naughty mom…"
Her breath caught. Haa… damn, this woman is too perfect.
I draped myself over her back, pressing the tip to her entrance. I turned her chin and bit her lips. Tongues tangled as I thrust in. Schlup. My cock cleaved through her folds, inner walls parting to hug me snugly, molded to my shape.
This pussy had already memorized me.
I rocked my hips. Deep stabs into her core, dragging the walls on the outstroke.
"Haa… so… good… more…"
Her waist curved. Her back lifted off my chest as her ass pushed back. Slap, slap, slap. Her pleading hands gripped my forearms, steadying her shaking body.
I crushed down on her, weight pinning her. Arms braced on the grass, legs planted, I hammered downward. Plung.
"Haat…!"
Deep thrusts battered her depths. Gasps exploded from her. Slap-slap-slap. Arousal foamed white at our junction. Wet smacks echoed over the grass as thighs met ass.
Each time the tip slammed home, she jolted, writhing in endless peaks.
"K… kiss me."
Still prone, she twisted her head to look up. I gripped her waist and flipped her. Yanked the pants off her ankles, settled between her thighs. My cock plunged back in; her breath snagged.
Now on her back over the grass, she gazed up. Sweat-matted hair clung to her forehead. Her arms wrapped my neck, pulling me down. Our mouths opened; her tongue invaded, sucking mine noisily. Breaths poured into my mouth, moans leaking between.
Climax built. Her walls clung greedily, pulsing like a heartbeat.
She sensed it, legs wrapping my waist—ankles locked behind my ass. No escape.
"Inside… do it inside."
She panted into my ear.
"Fill me up. Make me yours."
"No regrets?"
"None… never."
I sealed her mouth with mine. Tongue deep, hips slamming harder. Splurt. Plung. Arousal splashed. Tip buried deepest, I unleashed. Spurt, spurt.
"Mmmph…!"
Her blocked climax burst through her nose. Her body bowed like a drawn bow, molding perfectly to mine. Cum flooded her depths. Each pulse made her walls twitch and clench, determined not to spill a drop.
Tears trickled from her eyes. Her lips trembled against mine—smile or sob, impossible to tell.
Her legs didn't release. Wrapped tight, her insides still milked my cock in spasms, wringing out the last drops.
I stayed buried inside. Foreheads pressed, breaths mingling. Lake breeze skimmed our sweat-slick skin.
I leaned back on my arms, lying down. Grass cool under my back from night dew, but I didn't care. Ayoung lay between my thighs, hands cradling my cock. Lips pressed to it, sucking slowly. Slurp, smack. Wet sounds carried over the quiet lakeside.
Tongue along the underside, around the glans, deep then shallow—reverent, like handling something precious, not service.
Dawn crept in; the sky shifted. Navy ridges across the lake lightened to indigo. Time for early risers. But with my cock in her mouth, who cared? Ayoung showed no sign of stopping. We both knew the hunger lingered.
I gripped her head, lifted it. Thumb wiped the glossy mix of saliva and fluids from her lip corners. She gazed at my still-hard cock. Loving, wistful, distant eyes.
Her fingers wrapped it, stroking slowly up and down.
"Still mad?"
I chuckled.
"A little better?"
"But… this seems still angry…"
She ducked her head, avoiding my eyes, hand working steadily. We both knew she was saying she wanted more.
I seized her chin, pulled her up. Nipped her lip in a light kiss.
"Hngh…"
Her hand didn't stop, stroking through the kiss. Tongues above, palm squeezing below.
I pulled back and whispered,
"Can't do more here. Shall we go?"
"…Yeah. Sounds good."
Her glossy lips curved in a small smile as she nodded.
We gathered our clothes. Cardigan, top, jeans scattered on the grass. Dawn air pierced our cooling sweat as we dressed haphazardly. Ayoung brushed grass from her hem, tucked hair behind her ear, fussing with her outfit. So prim now—the same woman who'd begged for punishment with her pussy spread wide moments ago. That shift from slut to demure drove me wild.
We climbed into the car. Door shut, her warmth filled the sealed space. I turned the key; exhaust rumbled low over the dawn lakeside.
"Where to?"
"Anywhere you wanna go is fine."
Hand on the wheel, I paused. Hotel first thought—as always. But what slipped out was different.
"Wanna go to my place?"
Ayoung's head whipped around. Eyes wide.
"…R-really? That's okay?"
She failed to hide her joy, lips twitching upward before surrendering to a soft smile.
