Until the Last Drop
A wet, rhythmic squelch filled the dark cafe.
Every time Suhee rolled her hips in that filthy back-and-forth grind, the juices spilling out of her were worked between their bodies, churned and smeared. Keep stirring a liquid long enough and it thickens — that was exactly what was happening between them now. More precisely, at the seam where Jeongun's cock was buried inside her cunt. The arousal pouring out of her, already fever-hot, was being worked by their body heat and the friction of their movements until it gathered into something as thick and rich as whipped cream.
"Hah... ahhng... nn... nngh."
Obscene moans tangled with the loud, wet sounds of liquid being stirred. Meanwhile Jeongun's hands roamed her body with a deliberately provocative touch, his firm fingers pressing into her as if he were appraising the goods, testing the give of her flesh. It wasn't anything most people would call a caress — but that didn't matter to Suhee. Not now. Every time those hard fingers dug in, a sharp pulse of sensation bloomed from the spot. She rocked her hips like an instrument being played, spilling filthy sounds with every press.
"Ah— nn, nngh, hh."
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Her bound fingers twitched and groped uselessly behind her back. The stimulation flooding in from her cunt, from his hands on her body, was bleaching her mind white. She didn't know what to do with herself. She slammed her ass down harder against him. The thick cock already filling her drove deeper still, and her clit dragged against his body, grinding.
"Hahk—"
The moment she put her full weight into it, her pussy burst. A gush of fluid soaked Jeongun's thigh as thoroughly as if she'd pissed herself.
"Hahh... ha... ah... aahh... nngh..."
The orgasm flooding every inch of her made Suhee start to tremble. She stopped moving her hips entirely, her cunt clenching down in frantic pulses as her whole body shook.
Jeongun didn't leave her alone. The same hands that had been kneading her like a massage seized her slender waist and hauled her toward him.
"Nn... nngh—"
Mindless, she could only go where he pulled her. Even that small motion stirred her insides, the cock shifting inside her cunt — and even that tiny movement was too much.
"Hahh... ah."
"That's good."
Watching her come apart so thoroughly, Jeongun felt a fresh wave of satisfaction. Women were all different once you got them into bed. Some barely felt a thing. Some faked it. And then there were women like Suhee, who felt everything. No one had ever reacted as intensely as she did. At first he'd thought it was an act. The more he watched her, the more completely that suspicion evaporated.
The waist in his hands thrashed like a fish just hauled from the sea.
"W-wait... hahk... ah—"
"I'm not even doing anything."
"Ahn... nn... nngh."
He was only pulling her in, holding that narrow waist as if to embrace it — and still she kept coming, her ass twitching and lifting. Jeongun yanked her in harder.
"Hngh— nn, nngh—"
Her pelvis jerked and she pressed flush against him. As if to keep her from thrashing any further, he crushed her in a tight hold and sank his teeth into her breast, taking a deep, greedy mouthful.
"Hahk—"
As if she could stop moving. The scorching heat at her breast. His slick tongue coiled around her nipple, and then he was sucking the whole swell of her like a plunger, drawing hard. Her nipples were already her most sensitive point — and right now that was putting it mildly. With her entire body turned into one vast erogenous zone, crushed against him while he nursed at her chest, Suhee had no choice but to come again.
"Ah... ahhk—"
Her body convulsed, almost seizing, and she kept spraying from below, her cunt wringing his cock in greedy, rippling squeezes.
"Hh—"
Even Jeongun couldn't hold back a sound. He'd let his guard down — her hips were only twitching in aftershocks, he'd thought — but the wet, writhing clamp of her pussy was no joke. Frankly, a squeeze like that could have finished him on its own. Men were weak to visual stimulus, and Suhee had an overwhelming advantage there.
A wet, greedy suck.
"Ahnngh—"
Starting with the breast he was devouring. The size, the feel, that milky skin. And then the slender waist his arms were locked around, the wide pelvis with that twitching ass attached — there was a beauty in that line that belonged to her alone. And if that beauty came paired with this kind of filth...
"Nn."
His cock swelled harder. As if refusing to lose to the tightening walls of her cunt, it flushed thick with blood and shoved roughly deeper, plowing her open.
"Hahk— t-too... it feels too good... it's so good. Ahn—"
And that youthful, pretty face, paired with a lewdness that shouldn't have belonged on it. Or maybe it did belong. She felt like something designed for the sole purpose of wringing a man dry.
Creak. Creak. Creak.
The moment Jeongun started rolling his hips too, the chair let out an ominous groan. Neither of them had the attention to spare for it. They'd become animals, thinking of nothing but how to press closer, how to feel better.
The wet sounds of the fluid pouring from Suhee's cunt grew thicker, richer. Still sucking at her breast, she snapped her hips and then arched backward, panting. The heat punching up from inside her pussy made it hard to even breathe. Her bound arms were uncomfortable — and that discomfort, somehow, only wound her tighter. With both arms useless, all she could do was work her waist, and the thought of how she must look — like an animal, mind emptied of everything but the act of mating — sent another spike of heat through her.
"Hahk— ahh— wait—"
She cried out, certain she was about to come again in a chain, but Jeongun had no intention of stopping. Today's sex was unfolding exactly the way he wanted it. She felt the suction on her breast intensify — and came again, pouring slick down in a messy flood as she threw her body back.
"Aaaahh. Ahn—"
It was a mercy he was holding her, or she would have fallen. Arched as far as her body would go, Suhee convulsed like she'd lost her mind.
"Feel good?"
"Yeshh... ahhah... yes... yesss..."
Her tongue had gone a little loose. As her body swayed, Jeongun simply lifted her in his arms and stood.
A wet, heavy shift.
"Hngh—"
Every movement sent a jolt through her cunt. Her toes curled inward as she drowned in the pleasure — and Jeongun carried her to the table across from them and set her down. Then he started driving into her without mercy.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
"Hahng— ang— aahng— ah, no, ahh— ahn— nn."
A punishment and a reward, both, for the woman who'd been too overstimulated to move her own hips. Bound at the wrists, Suhee lay somewhat awkwardly across the table where customers drank their coffee, taking Jeongun's cock. Honestly, she didn't have a spare second to notice the discomfort in her hands. He gripped both her ankles hard and slammed into her. Far from feeling any inconvenience, she was past moaning — she was nearly screaming.
A splash. Another gush.
Suhee's waist rolled and bucked against the table, and every time his cock punched in, clear fluid burst out of her. She'd lost count of how many times she'd come. At this point it was barely an exaggeration to say she was orgasming with every thrust.
"Hahh... ah... aahh... huaah... hh... ah... nn."
Creak. Creak. Creak. The table screamed.
"Aahng— ah— ang— nn— nngh— hnngh— hahh— ha."
So did Suhee.
Jeongun released her ankles and leaned down over her.
"Hahh. Open your mouth."
"Hahh... aahh."
His voice was just as ragged. Suhee's mouth fell open wider. She hadn't been able to keep it shut anyway.
He licked a slow, sticky path up from her throat, and then his mouth found hers. Suhee didn't usually like kissing. Right now she had no way to refuse. Her spread legs wrapped around his waist of their own accord.
She took his cock and met the hot tongue invading her mouth with her own, winding around it. Her mind had gone white a long time ago. Her whole body had been conquered.
"Hahk—"
The moment their lips parted, she dragged in a raw breath. A strand of saliva stretched between their mouths — and Jeongun bit down on her breast again.
"Ahn—"
The unstable groan of the table, the slap of skin on skin, the wet sounds of her juices between their bodies, and Suhee's moans all braided together, filling the late-night cafe.
"Hh."
Jeongun lifted his head just enough to look at her. That beautiful face was a wreck. Pleasure had taken it over completely — her eyes unfocused, her mouth hanging open as if she couldn't close it. Drool ran from the corner of her lips. Even her gaze had gone slack. And even that was too beautiful. A maddening lewdness set against that neat, refined face.
Jeongun put his weight into his hips and drove in to the hilt.
A deep, wet shove. A pulse. Another pulse. Without a second's hesitation, he came inside her, flooding her cunt as much as he wanted.
A long, grinding press.
"Haaaaahng—"
He shoved in as deep as he could go, as if he meant to get her pregnant, and emptied himself. Suhee's mouth wouldn't close. A long, high moan — like a finale — spilled from her open lips, and her sweat-slick body convulsed in fine, helpless tremors.
"Ha... hahh... hahk."
A final press. A last pulse. Jeongun wrung out every last drop into her shuddering body.
It was deeply, thoroughly satisfying. He'd never met a woman where the mismatch fit so perfectly. That absurd lewdness paired with that beautiful face — and beyond even that, this was the best sex he'd ever had. He didn't usually kiss. He hadn't been able to help himself this time. The moment he'd seen that lewdly wrecked face and those wet, parted lips, his body had moved on its own.
"Hahh..."
Suhee dragged in another breath, her chest rising and falling. Her nipples were still standing stiff, pointing at the ceiling.