In a Haze 2
“Haah—ngh, mmh…”
Suhee moaned with her tongue hanging out. Even Jeongun, driving his cock into her, was finding it hard to keep his composure.
Something was different from usual.
“Hhuup.”
Those glazed eyes and that slack, wide-open mouth—things he normally only saw near the end—were already on full display. She looked completely melted, lost in the sex, and the immersion was overwhelming. The way she was messily sucking on his tongue only pulled her face closer, heightening that sense of drowning in her.
His cock slid in shallow strokes, and the sensation was unlike anything ordinary. She was still tight and springy around him, but the fever had her pussy burning hot. It felt as if his cock were melting inside her.
“Hhah—”
A raw, animal sound tore from Jeongun’s throat. As tightly as he held her, she clung back just as fiercely. Her whole body was hot—and her pussy was hotter still. Every time he pushed between her legs, it was like sinking into a furnace. Against his own will, he kept burying himself deeper. While he sucked on her tongue and traded spit without even meaning to, his hips moved on their own.
“Hngh—”
Eyes half-lidded, Suhee clutched his shoulders and let out a moan. The pleasure of his cock splitting her fevered body in two was something she would not have traded for anything. She spread her legs wider and wound those smooth thighs around his waist, clinging to him desperately even though she had no strength left.
Simple, crude piston thrusts kept coming—no finesse at all.
“Hhah, nngh, mmh, aaah—”
Jeongun’s cock driving between her legs felt unbearably vivid. From the entrance in, it crushed her folds and shoved roughly deeper. Maybe it was the fever, but the faint sting that had lingered earlier had turned into a pleasure so intense it was almost blinding. Every time his cock scraped in from the mouth of her pussy, a jolt shot straight through the crown of her head.
The more he fucked her, the louder Suhee’s weak voice grew—as if sex itself were restoring her stamina. Her already slick pussy had, without Jeongun even noticing, become obscenely wet.
He broke the kiss and looked down at her.
Beautiful.
The sweat he had just wiped away was beading up again, damp strands of hair stuck to her temples. Half-lidded eyes gazed up at him as her hips rolled to meet every thrust—angling herself, no doubt, to take his cock where it felt best. Her smooth stomach flexed; her breasts bounced. When he slammed his hips home, she cried out as if she might break, and those swaying tits only tempted him further.
He laced their fingers together again and pinned her hands down.
“Hngh—”
Jeongun leaned in as he drove his cock deep.
“Haah, aaah—”
Sensing the pleasure about to hit, Suhee twisted—but there was nowhere to go. Even when she wasn’t sick she could never slip free of his hands; now it was hopeless. A body melting down, sweat sliding off her skin, a hazy mind and feeble resistance—and still she moaned, drowning in pleasure. Looking down at her, he bit hard into the tip of her breast again.
“Aaaah…”
A long, sticky moan spilled out of her as her whole body shuddered.
“Already?”
“Hnnngh… aaah… it feels weird…”
They had barely started fucking properly and she was already coming. Jeongun found it strange enough to ask again.
“Mmh, aaaah…”
But no real answer came back. Suhee’s head was spinning; the ceiling seemed to whirl. In that dazed fog, the only things that felt sharp and real were Jeongun’s rough hands, his thick cock, and the tongue working her nipple. Whatever he was asking, she kept coming all the same, instinctively rolling her hips like an animal in heat.
Jeongun kept tormenting her as she trembled through it, still not answering. He hadn’t really expected an answer anyway. The way her pussy clamped tight around his cock was answer enough. Watching that lean, smooth lower belly quiver with every thrust only made him want to torment her more.
He sucked her left nipple into his mouth—the one standing up in a tight little peak—sealing his lips around it so no air could escape. In that position he worked his hips hard, churning through the heat of her belly with his cock.
“Nnnnngh—”
A strange moan left Suhee. Jeongun teased the nipple he had drawn into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the plump, swollen tip—the same tongue that had left her underarm wet.
“Aaaah, aaah, ah, aaaah—”
Her slender waist arched up as if it might snap.
Juices gushed from deep inside her pussy as if trying to push his cock out.
“Hah, hah, hah—”
Suhee gasped for air. Her legs, which had been locked around his waist, went slack and dropped. Even so, the pressure of her pussy never eased. It clenched and fluttered around him as if trying to snap his cock in half, milking him greedily.
“Huu…”
Jeongun pulled back, a string of spit trailing from the mark he had sucked into her breast. He looked down at her still impaled on him, panting, then drew his cock free of her soaked, dripping pussy.
“Hngh—”
Climbing over the body that watched him with open longing, he pressed his slick, juice-smeared cock to her lips. He didn’t even have to say anything. Suhee took him into her mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Satisfied, Jeongun watched her suck him while nestling his cock between her breasts, then reached back. He rested his hand over the pussy already starting to close without him and tapped her thigh.
Still sucking, Suhee responded to his touch—parting those smooth thighs and offering the faintly parted slit to his fingers.
As she licked along his thick cock, she felt his fingers push between her folds. Thinner than his cock, maybe, but his touch was meticulous and relentless. He scooped up the slick fluid spilling from between her lips and smeared it generously over his thumb.
Then, with the pad of that thumb, he slowly rubbed the clit that was just beginning to poke free.
He simply watched her pretty face working obscenely on his cock, felt her tongue on his sensitive head, and kept lazily circling her clit.
“Hngh, mmh, nh…”
That alone was enough to roughen her breathing. With her mouth full of cock she could only pant hard through her nose, and those hot breaths hit his shaft and lower stomach—scorching.
“Hah—!”
While his thumb kept gently working her clit, his middle finger pushed into her pussy. The angle was a little awkward, but it was more than worth it for the pleasure. Inside, she was as slick and slippery as ever from all the juices—but the heat was unmistakable. Not merely warm. Hot. Even with fluid welling thickly around him, her burning walls clenched tight, and he began to stir them freely.
“Hngh, nnh! Nh! Nh!”
Stimulated by his fingers, Suhee’s knees kept trying to close—yet she never stopped diligently sucking the cock in her mouth.
“Legs.”
“Hngh—!”
At that low, firm command she forced her thighs open again, giving him room to work her open.
“Hhk, ngh, nh, mmph, nh—”
Moaning around his cock, she sent droplets of fluid splashing from her pussy.
“Ah-ah. Legs.”
Every time the next orgasm threatened and she tried to close them, that unyielding voice cut in. All she could do was hold the position and endure. The longer it went on, the more fluid his fingers flung up with every motion.
“Hngh—”
In the end she came again, squirting more juices, and spit his cock free to gulp for air.
“Haa… haa… aah…”
Jeongun lifted his soaked hand and held it in front of her face.
“You’re feeling it that hard, huh?”
With half-glazed eyes, Suhee turned her gaze aside. Her mind was fogged, but shame filled every corner of it.
“Come on. Turn over.”
“…Turn over?”
“Yeah.”
Catching her by the waist, Jeongun rolled her and got up from the bed. He rummaged through the bag he had bought earlier.
“What are you doing?”
“Checking if you’ve got a fever.”
“What?”
What came out of the bag was a thermometer—not glass, but a fairly well-made electronic one.
“They make them like this these days.”
Looking at Suhee already facedown, Jeongun unhurriedly opened the packaging. His still-raging erection pointed at her like a compass needle, not flagging in the slightest.
“I took the medicine, so I think I’m a little better…”
At her small voice, Jeongun shook his head. As he approached with the unwrapped thermometer, she started to turn—but he stopped her.
“No. Stay like that.”
Ordinarily a thermometer went in the mouth or under the arm, or was pressed electronically to the forehead. What he was holding didn’t look like the forehead kind, so she had started to sit up—only to be told to stay on her stomach.
“You can take it this way, can’t you? Like with babies.”
“…Ah… that…”
Kneeling beside her prone body, Jeongun stroked her ass. He clearly meant to take her temperature from behind, the way you would with an infant or a small child. He hadn’t planned on it originally—but rolling around with Suhee like this, the idea had simply come to him. Just the right mix of humiliating and filthy.
“Shall we spread you open?”