After Hours
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
"Mmm… aah… ah… that feels so good… nngh."
Suhee straddled Donggyun and rolled her hips. After everything Taejun had done to her at the gym, her body was burning too hot to contain. Donggyun had become little more than a living dildo at this point — and truthfully, he had no reason whatsoever to refuse her when she came onto him.
"Nngh."
He stared up at her, dazed, as her sleek thighs clamped around him and her upper body moved with a fluid, practiced grace. The waist working back and forth above him wasn't simply thrusting — it undulated, rolling in waves. And what really got him going was the sight of those beautiful breasts swaying with every motion. Her nipples stood stiff, raw with want, and whenever her hands had nothing else to do they swept up to squeeze her own chest as she panted. Even the fine hairs on Donggyun's body stood on end. The whole moment was almost unbearably sweet, almost unbearably filthy.
Squelch. Squelch.
The hips that had been rocking forward and back began to circle. This was the motion Suhee liked best. When she rolled her waist clockwise, that stiff cock scraped evenly along every inch of her slick inner walls.
"Nngh… ah… yes."
She caught Donggyun's hands where they rested on her thighs and lifted them onto her breasts. He groped her at once, as if he'd been waiting for permission, and she spun her hips faster, harder, feeling that blunt, thick cock churn through her insides as she glanced down at him.
There was no denying it. He had a bland flavor, and nothing more. Something about it just wasn't stimulating enough.
"Aah… d-does it feel good?"
"Nngh. Yes. So much."
"Haah… touch me more. More, okay?"
Donggyun sat up. The way she kept moving on him — so lewd, so relentless — made him feel like he was about to burst. They faced each other now, legs spread, bodies pressed flush. His cock was buried in her pussy, glazed thick with her juices.
"I've been wanting to try it like this."
Still locked together, he began to roll his hips, slow and deliberate. With their legs spread wide, everything on full display, his cock sank into her pussy all over again — deeper this time.
"Hhk—"
The thrust went farther than she'd expected. Her body jerked, then shuddered. In this seated, face-to-face position — with only their sexes and a sliver of thigh pressed together — the angle of his cock was something else entirely. It came in higher than missionary, a heavy, grinding pressure that plowed straight into her lower belly.
Then Donggyun leaned down and started licking her nipple.
Suhee simply kept her legs open and took him, arching her back so he could have easier access. She liked this position. The right amount of shame, the right amount of release — spreading her legs, tipping her body back, showing him every last part of herself. Being touched exactly where she wanted while he used her as much as he pleased.
"Aaah… aah… nngh… hh."
Donggyun seized her waist and started driving into her in earnest. Bland, maybe — a little disappointing — but as a living dildo, he performed the basic function just fine.
"Kh… inside…"
"Nngh, yes, yesss… please… please, inside. Hh."
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
The force of his thrusts sent Suhee tipping backward. From face-to-face they spilled over into missionary, and Donggyun kept toying with her breasts as he slammed his hips even harder, even faster. She welcomed every merciless stroke with moans loud enough to lose her mind over, and her juices came flooding out of her in a rush. There was no need to announce that she was close, that she was about to come. Unstimulating or not, Donggyun's cock was the real thing — more than big enough to wreck the tight inside of her.
Splash.
Every time her juices sprayed out, the pressure in her pussy spiked beyond reason. It clamped down as if trying to wring his cock dry, locking around him so he couldn't pull free.
"Nngh… cum for me. Fill me up. Aah."
"Nngh."
Donggyun collapsed onto her. Suhee wrapped both legs around his waist as if she'd been waiting for exactly that. He couldn't see the way her ankles were bent sharply back, or the way her toes twitched and curled with pleasure. All he could feel were her legs coiled around him, hauling him in — but the moans in his ear, the words spilling out of her mouth, were more than stimulating enough.
"Inside. Fill my pussy… haah… cum for me. You want to, don't you?"
"Yes. That's right. Hh."
"Don't hold back. Haah… aah. God, you're so thick. So big. Hh."
"Hh. Does it feel good?"
"O-of course… aah… of course it does. Nngh, I love your cock… ah… cum already."
Filthy whispers breathed against his ear. Legs locked around his waist so he couldn't escape. The soft, heavy give of her breasts crushed against his chest. Her scent rolling over him in waves. And best of all — the feeling transmitted through his cock as it churned through the plump, springy flesh of her pussy.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
His cock was so swollen with blood it had gone hypersensitive, and the pleasure ripping through it was too much. Donggyun buried himself to the hilt and started to come.
Spurt—
Gush. Gush. Gush.
"Haah… haah…"
"Aah… ah… ah… aaaah… haaah…"
She stroked his back as he lay collapsed on top of her, a little good boy pat for a job well done, still catching her breath — and then Donggyun started fondling her breasts all over again. He wet her nipples with his tongue and chewed on them, slow and thorough, the buds still hard between his teeth.
"Nngh…"
"Once isn't enough for you, is it?"
"Nngh."
Her stiff nipple mashed between his teeth.
Slick. Slick.
Donggyun's hips moved in a lazy rhythm. When he drew his cock back, cum welled out of her in a thick pulse; when he pushed back in, it worked like warm, silky lubricant.
"Haah… ah… it's too… ah."
He'd already come once, but his cock was still rock-hard, sliding through the heat of his own semen. Suhee's toes curled. Her legs tightened around his waist and pulled him in all over again.
She'd used Donggyun to put out the fire Taejun had started, and because of that she hadn't even made it to the cafe today. He'd gone right back at it after coming, and she'd found the eagerness so endearing she'd let herself enjoy it — and by the time she looked up, closing time was long gone.
"A little disappointing, I guess…"
Still, watching Donggyun grow more and more aggressive was its own kind of fun. The stimulation wasn't quite there, but honestly, this was already a lot better than a dildo. Comparing the two was almost funny. A cold rubber toy versus a warm, living cock — and this one moved on its own, and came with hands and a mouth. There was no contest.
"Well. There's plenty of time."
The next morning, Suhee opened her eyes already buzzing with anticipation. How was Taejun going to play this? After the way things had cut off, she was dying to see how he'd try to pick the thread back up. Not that there was much mystery left. She'd been nearly stripped, and he'd gone as far as grinding his cock against her.
Ding.
A text from Taejun.
Suhee nodded to herself and typed back. For now, she'd play along with whatever he asked.
She was about to agree when the cafe owner's face flickered through her mind. That look in his eyes. She hadn't gone yesterday either, too busy rolling around with Donggyun.
The reply came back like a shot, and it told her exactly how badly Taejun was aching for this. After nine, though. He might as well have been waving his filthy intentions in her face. Suhee almost laughed. Then again — he'd had her down to practically nothing but her panties and hadn't even gotten to fuck her. Of course he was climbing the walls.
Nighttime, huh.
She decided to push back, just a little, to see how he'd handle it.
"Pfft."
The laugh burst out of her before she could stop it, phone still in her hand. His desperation was so thick she could practically feel it seeping through the screen. It was like watching a man say, Come on. Let's just have sex.
Still — at that hour, she could make it to the cafe before closing. They usually started tidying up around nine anyway.
The whole day felt like it was tipping toward night, but that was fine. Night was better, actually. Night was when interesting things tended to happen.
"In that case, today…"
Suhee packed her workout clothes and her workbooks and checked the clock.
The cafe was still packed with women. When Suhee walked in, Jeongun held her gaze a beat longer than usual. She ordered the way she always did and waited — and then he glanced around, just once, and added something.
"You must have been busy yesterday."
It was rare for him to speak first. Suhee smiled, a little pleased, and answered.
"Ah — I was meeting a friend."
"I see."
She could hardly tell him she'd skipped because she was having sex, so she fudged it. What mattered, more than the excuse, was that he'd shown interest at all.
"Your coffee is ready."
"Thank you."
Suhee took the cup and turned away. Jeongun watched her go — that slim, pretty back, the hair swaying against it.
"What's with her?"
"Hmph."
The other women, the ones who'd come here for no one but Jeongun, the owner of this cafe, bristled with jealousy. Not that there was anything they could do about it. After watching what happened to the woman who'd tried to get his number last time and gotten her face rubbed in it, no one was about to make a scene. They couldn't say anything to the owner, and they couldn't quite say anything to Suhee either. Honestly, even they had to admit she was the kind of woman who made other women feel small.
And then the attention faded almost as quickly as it had gathered. Suhee sat down and did nothing but study, and the eyes on her drifted away.
Hmm.
Only Jeongun kept glancing over at her, now and then. She'd skipped a single day. He hadn't seen her for a single day. And somehow that had left him with this nagging sense of something missing, enough that he'd spoken to her without meaning to. He kept catching himself imagining it — dropping her to her knees the way he used to, and toying with her until she broke.