Bound Wrists, Open Legs
Slurp. Suck.
Dong-gyun’s mouth greedily claimed Su-hee’s skin. The dampness still clinging between her pressed breasts was dragged away on his wet tongue, replaced by his own saliva—like a child smearing spit over something he refused to share.
“Haa… aah… nngh.”
Every time his tongue, his hands, his knees and legs pressed into her body, the lewd little sounds that slipped out of her in perfect answer were more than enough to strip him down to pure animal. He might already have been one.
He had shoved her bra down so her nipples were bare, but it wasn’t enough. Pale, soft white flesh, and perched on it those light-pink nipples—small and delicate-looking, though the tips themselves were already flushed dark and hard with blood. Reading the signal of her arousal, Dong-gyun tested one lightly between his teeth.
“Ah—!”
“Ah.”
“N-no, it’s just… I’m sensitive… haa… gentler…”
He rubbed his cock against her like a man out of his mind, the thing so swollen it felt ready to burst, while his hand snaked behind her, down her back, hunting for the clasp of her bra. He was already licking and biting her nipples as much as he wanted, but he needed them completely bare—needed to devour her without restraint.
“Ah—aang. Aaah…”
Sensing what his fingers were after, Su-hee lifted her back a little for him. Her breast pushed deeper into his mouth, and he began to suck in earnest—clamped on like a nursing infant, pulling hard and long. Her breathing roughened with every draw. There was nothing calculated about the way he sucked her; the sheer blunt greed of it was its own kind of heat.
Her panties were already a wreck. He had only been playing with her chest for a short while, and already her slick had soaked through enough to wet the knee pressed between her thighs. Maybe it had simply been too long. Touching her own breasts while she masturbated alone had never been anything like this.
Click.
The bra clasp gave with the softest sound. The pressure binding her chest vanished, and Su-hee felt something inside her unspool with it. The hand that had been working her nipple rushed to peel the bra away. When she raised her arms to free them from the straps, his left hand followed and pinned her wrists up.
“Hahk—”
Slurp. Suck. Suck. Suck.
With her arms locked overhead in a surrender pose, her breasts sat even prettier—or so Dong-gyun thought as he licked them everywhere, not just the nipples. His tongue skimmed the edge of her underarm, and the sensation turned even filthier for her. She had always gotten hottest when a man simply took her, overpowered her with sheer force.
“Haa… aaang… ah… ah—nngh. Mmnh.”
The bra still hung from her wrists, lightly held in place by his hand, and Su-hee had no desire to pull free. She wanted to stay exactly like this—wanted him to use her, rougher, dirtier. Precome was already smearing from the cock grinding against her onto her thighs, her stomach, her panties, and even that felt good. The feeling of being fucked. His technique wasn’t perfect, but for a woman this starved it was more than enough for now.
“Kh—”
Dong-gyun was half-maddened by the climax clawing up on him, and still he couldn’t stop feasting on that beautiful body. This was sharper than the first time he had ever jerked off. Sharper—by far, by several times—than getting hard for a girlfriend at twenty. Filthily mouthing a woman’s breasts like this was something he would never have done in ordinary life. He dirtied that pure white skin with spit and sucked hard enough to leave faint marks where the blood rushed up. And Su-hee, as if determined to push him further, never stopped feeding him those lewd little sounds.
Her arms stretched high, and for some reason her underarms looked obscenely erotic today—especially the clean split where arm met torso, and right beside it the heavy swell of her breast. Carved. Perfect. If he had seen it as art, the thought of sex would never have crossed his mind.
“Haahk!”
But now the line of that outstretched underarm and the side of her breast looked unbearably dirty. Moisture was already beading there—sweat—and he dragged his tongue along it.
Lick.
“Haa… aaang, not there… nngh.”
“It’s fine. You washed, didn’t you?”
“E-even so… aaang.”
Her flustered reaction drew a satisfied smile from him. He gripped both her wrists and the bra still caught on them and licked her underarm openly now—from the side of her breast, slow and deliberate, upward. He loaded his tongue with spit on purpose and dragged it from her ribs all the way into the hollow of her arm, marking territory.
“Ang—aaang.”
Su-hee twisted and moaned. She could feel how soaked her panties had become. Pinned under a man, toyed with everywhere, the lust she had been holding down for so long was one breath from exploding. She wanted to spread her legs obscenely right now and beg him to put it in—but if she went that far he might start taking her for granted. So she only eased her knees a little apart, as if by accident.
Dong-gyun, lost in licking her, took the invitation at once and shoved both legs between her thighs. He sucked at her underarm hard enough to leave a mark while his knees forced her open at the backs of her knees. Her legs fell wide without strength. Being opened like that—panties soaked through from his mouth and hands, her cunt on display under thin wet fabric—sent a strange heat rolling through her. Not an unfamiliar one.
“Hahk—wait… w-wait a second—”
“Why? You’re soaking wet.”
“Nngh—I’m going to… c—”
“It’s fine. I already came twice, remember?”
A sharp, electric rush climbed from her toes. Maybe because she had already taken his cock once in the bathroom. Maybe because it had simply been too long since a man had touched her. With both wrists pinned and her breasts and underarms licked and sucked without mercy, Su-hee’s toes clenched hard.
“Aah—ang—I c-can’t hold it… haang… ang—”
The sight of her coming undone only wound Dong-gyun tighter. He sealed his mouth against the side of her throat. Every time a moan broke out of her, he felt the vibration hum against his lips. At the same time he forced her closing legs open with his knees and shoved his fully hard cock flush against her—especially the head, already leaking strings of precome—hard against the wet crotch of her panties.
She had poured out so much slick that the lewd outline of her pussy showed clean through the fabric. The soaked panties clung and mapped every plump fold, and he crushed his cock down on top of it. The shaft ground into the cleft visible through the cloth and slid upward on the mix of her wetness and his precome.
Su-hee’s hand clamped suddenly around his. Lost in the ecstasy from below and the feel of her flesh filling his mouth, Dong-gyun lifted his head, half-afraid he had done something wrong—and looked at her.
“Haaaaah… aah—aaang—ang—”
The instant his cock slid up, crushing her folds and grinding over her clit, Su-hee came hard, crying out without holding anything back. The way she had seized his hand hadn’t been a plea to stop; her whole body had simply locked up.
Spurt—
A short gush of slick first, and then it poured out of her in a long, shameless flood, as if she were pissing. She still had her panties on, so it didn’t fountain—it just soaked out both sides of the thin fabric in a filthy mess. Even so, the sight alone hit Dong-gyun like a blow. He had never watched a woman come apart this completely. Squirting like that was something he had only ever seen in porn, never in the flesh…
“Haa… haang… ang… ah…”
And that it was a woman this beautiful, reduced to this by nothing but his hands and mouth. Su-hee’s chest heaved as she fought for air—pretty breasts glazed in his spit, that filthy underarm, her half-lidded eyes fixed on his cock. He couldn’t hold back another second.
He didn’t even think to pull the wet panties off. In a rush he yanked the crotch aside and drove straight into her.
Schlick—
“Haah—aaang—just now… ang. Wait a—”
“I’m going crazy.”
“Mmnh—ang—aaang… nngh. Mmnh.”
She tried to catch her breath, to ask for a moment—but Dong-gyun wasn’t listening. Arms still forced overhead, legs forced open, Su-hee took his cock helplessly. Honestly, she no longer cared. All she wanted was for that thick cock to fuck every corner of her cunt without missing a single place, and fast.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
Creak. Creak. Creak.
He slammed into her hard enough to make the bed rock.
“Hngh—aang—nngh—mm—ang—nngh.”
On every thrust, breathy moans tore out of her as if his cock were shoving the filthy sounds up from inside her body. Dong-gyun couldn’t look away—not even while he held the backs of both her knees so her legs couldn’t close and snapped his hips in. Her breasts bouncing violently up and down. Her cunt drowned in slick. Those plump folds split left and right around his cock. And best of all, that ruined goddess face. Her tied-up hair had come a little loose; he didn’t care. The way her pussy clung to him like sticky rice, milking for come, and that beautiful face soaked in pure filth.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
“Kh—ah…”
The urge to come surged up on him again.