Chapter 35
“Augh!”
As he pulled his hips back, withdrawing from her scorching depths, the stimulation hit even harder. That one motion alone rocketed his urge to cum. Certain he couldn’t hold it back, Han Yaseong went berserk, slamming his hips forward and back like a madman.
His raging cock plunged in and out of Choi Yujin’s lewd pussy hole at a frantic pace.
“Ahng...!”
Choi Yujin couldn’t help moaning as her inner walls rubbed raw from his relentless thrusting. He hadn’t blown his load the instant he entered, but she could feel him on the verge now—his pace quickening, pitch rising desperately.
After about ten thrusts into Choi Yujin’s pussy, Han Yaseong buried himself balls-deep and threw his head back, mouth agape.
“Aaaagh!”
Deep inside Senior Choi Yujin’s pussy, his scorching cock swelled massively, finally erupting in a torrent of cum.
“Aaaang!”
She felt it all. His dick throbbing wildly in her depths, unleashing wave after wave of hot semen. It flooded her so fast, her pussy felt stuffed to bursting in seconds.
Once he’d unleashed everything, Han Yaseong collapsed, strength drained, wrapping her in his arms.
“Huff... huff...”
“Haa... haa...”
Choi Yujin panted too, warmly embracing the junior who’d just pumped her full. Their pussy and cock locked tight, without a millimeter of space between, as the senior and junior clung to each other for a long, breathless moment.
“Mmm, haaang...!”
Lying back comfortably, Choi Yujin hooked her arms around her knees, pulling them to her chest in a tight hug, her breath ragged and laced with the sweet scent of arousal. This was round two of sex between senior and junior.
After holding each other for a while, Han Yaseong and Choi Yujin dove into another deep kiss. Meanwhile, his cock stirred back to life inside her pussy, slowly hardening and regaining its vigor.
Han Yaseong rocked it in and out while groping her massive tits with one hand, kneading them greedily. Choi Yujin, now fully surrendered—whatever happens, happens—accepted everything he dished out. That’s why she was in this position: knees pinned to her chest, ass fully exposed.
Han Yaseong knelt and pounded her pussy from above, but craving a closer look at their joined flesh, he lifted her legs. Not satisfied, he pushed them forward, hoisting her ass even higher. He shoved her knees’ creases with both hands until they couldn’t bend more, leaving her arms wrapped around them in a full lock.
She was acutely aware of it all: her slit splayed wide open, his cock pistoning in and out, the obscene show laid bare. Maybe because of the position, her plump labia clung tightly shut. Below them, his raging cock hammered in and out ferociously, and Han Yaseong watched the sight with feverish eyes.
Senior Choi Yujin’s sealed lips were stunning. How could they be so exquisitely shaped, like pure gold... Her straight pubic hair barely veiled the slit—a sight so beautiful it bordered on divine. He’d seen countless pussies in porn, but nothing this perfect. If Senior Choi Yujin went into adult films, this pussy alone would conquer Asia.
And here she was, shamelessly displaying it all, shaking her ass and grinding like a dancer. How could he not be turned on? Han Yaseong slammed in harder.
Plap-plap-plap! His lower belly and thighs smacked against her round ass with brutal force. His balls swung along, battering her tender asshole, drawing louder moans as she shook her hips even wilder.
“Ahng, yes... harder...”
Choi Yujin was lost. Mortifying position—ass up, getting railed by her junior—but it only made it hotter. His balls slapping her asshole drove her wild. And her pussy? That thick, burning cock slicing through her walls, in and out—it had her gushing like she was pissing herself. Did I always get this wet? She wondered, dehydration setting in from how much she was squirting.
Han Yaseong planted his fists on the bed like he was doing push-ups, pounding her pussy with insane fury. If he didn’t fuck her now, who knew when he’d get another shot? That fear made him desperate. If Senior Choi Yujin changed her mind, this chance was gone forever. So he thrust like every stroke was the last, brutal and unrelenting.
Plap-plap! Flesh smacking flesh. Then squelch-squelch! His cock churning her soaked pussy. The wet symphony filled the room.
“Aaaang... ahk... I’m dying...”
Choi Yujin clutched her knees, her pussy clenching wildly, then gasped deep and grabbed Han Yaseong’s shoulders with both hands.
“W-wait, Yaseong... haa, haa...”
“Huh? What’s wrong?”
Suddenly halted, Han Yaseong blinked in confusion—and panic. What if she wants to stop?
But her words were the opposite.
“Let’s take a break. I’m thirsty.”
Relief washed over him at “break,” not “stop.”
“Okay.”
Truth be told, his throat was parched too. He’d never worked out this hard. Hours with Senior Choi Yujin had him wrecked. Missionary alone felt like heavy labor. Without the pleasure, he’d have quit ages ago. Women had it easy—just lie back, spread pretty legs. But she was sweating buckets too, her voluptuous body drenched like his.
“Want me to grab some drinks?”
“Yeah. Beer and snacks too.”
As Han Yaseong stumbled out, arms full, Choi Yujin finally sat up on the bed.
“Phew, I’m gonna die... Doesn’t that kid ever get tired?”
They’d caressed and cum all night. Now he’d pounded her pussy endlessly. Yet he just sweated, no complaints. Still, guys usually whined about back pain after ten minutes missionary. Time to switch positions—for his sake.
“Here.”
Han Yaseong returned, hands loaded with drinks, beer, and snacks. They spread it on the bed, sipping and munching in rare comfort.
Choi Yujin gulped cool beer, catching her breath.
“You holding up?”
“A bit tired.”
“Can you go more?”
“Yeah. I can.”
Fearing she’d call it quits, Han Yaseong flashed eager confidence. She burst out laughing.
“Got it. I’ll say when, so drop the puppy eyes. Someone’d think Mom ditched you at the market.”
“I could go forever.”
“Fine, I’ll let you have your fill. Drink up and eat—gotta fuel that stamina.”
So he scarfed snacks. Not enough, though. A steak or burger would last him two hours. Then he remembered the freezer.
“There’s dumplings in the freezer...”
“Oh? What kind?”
“Frozen ones. Microwave ’em.”
“Hm... yeah, nuke some. Let’s try.”
She wasn’t hungry after beer and snacks, but he seemed starving. Sucking her tits wasn’t cutting it.
“On it.”
He bolted out. Watching him go, arms swinging, Choi Yujin chuckled again. Such a cute kid—boyish moves, but that he did like a pro. She’d never cum this much from excitement.
“It’s a damn flood...”
She tsked at her ass area. Cum everywhere—the sheets soaked like a water bomb hit. Condo staff would freak cleaning up. But the mood was golden, so she didn’t care. Sex like this? First time ever. So freeing, so good. And knowing she’d fuck Han Yaseong again soon had her quiet pussy twitching back to life.
She glared at her slit. “Hey, quit throbbing. He’ll think you’re a total slut.”
It always pulsed with arousal, but tonight it was extra wild—the labia quivering visibly. He’d probably seen it a few times. Hilarious, her two-years-older senior spreading her legs, pussy lips dancing like that...