An Unescapable Snare 3
"I-I... Il-woo..."
Lee Seo-yoon's face drained of color as she pleaded with her daughter's friend, calling his name, but he didn't budge an inch. Just as she had declared that a condom was mandatory, his resolve was ironclad—he was getting what he wanted today, no exceptions.
"..."
Lee Seo-yoon bowed her head. What kind of face am I making right now? It was the kind she didn't want to show anyone—not the beast about to defile her, not a soul. Her vision blurred with tears.
"Hnggh..."
With a trembling sob of a sigh, she forced her quivering body to move. Awkwardly, clumsily, she got on all fours before her daughter's friend, assuming a humiliating position she'd never shown her husband or anyone else, exposing her most intimate parts in raw detail.
"..."
A chilling silence settled between the man and woman. Every second stretched into eternity for Lee Seo-yoon; she wanted to bite her tongue and die right then.
Kim Il-woo drank in the sight of his friend's mom on all fours. Her plump, fleshy ass gleamed lewdly under the dim motel light, and her thick pussy, slick with arousal, twitched and shrank as if sensing his gaze.
Gulp.
"Hnght...!"
Kim Il-woo grabbed her thick cheeks and slid his cock between her thighs, pressing their lower mouths together in a kiss. Lee Seo-yoon stiffened as she felt the cool-yet-warm latex touch her sensitive folds.
Squish.
"Hnggggh...!"
As his raging cock leisurely parted her pussy lips and invaded, a wave of piercing pain and pleasure crashed over her. She buried her face in the bedsheet, her humiliation-stained hands trembling as if ready to rip it apart.
Slap!
"Haak!!!"
Halfway in, Kim Il-woo slammed his hips forward. The wet, obscene smack of flesh on flesh echoed through the room. The impact rippled through her ass and across her body in mesmerizing waves. The sight of this humiliated married woman's body shuddering as it accepted the stud was utterly beautiful.
Something's wrong...!
Lee Seo-yoon's mind reeled from the deeper penetration and the strange spot it hit in doggy style. A bizarre foreign sensation she'd never felt before made drool spill from her lips, staining the sheets—she was glad her face was buried.
Slap!
"Haaak?!"
Without warning, Kim Il-woo thrust hard again, drawing a scream-like moan from her.
She must not have much experience in this position.
Her gasping reaction—pain and stimulation like a virgin being deflowered—confirmed she wasn't used to it. The husband he'd glimpsed when she was younger seemed meek and kind, a good match for her prim, diligent self. That impression lingered.
Your forgettable husband. I'll take good care of the wife and daughter you left behind.
With that vow to devour his ripe friend's mom, impaled on his cock, Kim Il-woo began to move his hips.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ah, aaak! Hnght...! Haaang!"
Lee Seo-yoon felt pathetic, fucked like a dog on all fours. The lewd moans escaping her lips were mortifying, and she hated how pleasure hid within the pain, starting to consume her body.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...
She endlessly apologized to her husband in her mind. Even if it was for her daughter, she was the one feeling it. There might have been another way, or she might not have felt anything even if they'd touched. But now, as her daughter's friend pounded her, she was getting aroused.
Tears of sorrow streamed from beneath her fluttering eyelids, and sweet drool she couldn't hold back soiled the sheets.
"Ah, aaak! Hngh, eunggh! Haa! Haa!"
The married woman impaled on cock writhed and panted, a sight so addictive it was intoxicating. Even through the condom, her soft grip and the intricate folds of her inner walls milked him gently, welcoming his base desires.
Each clash of their junctions sent clear juices splashing everywhere. The ecstatic feel of her gripped ass cheeks, the plumpness spilling between his fingers—it was a dizzying thrill impossible to find elsewhere.
Smack!
"Aaaangh!"
Kim Il-woo spanked the foolish mom who didn't know he'd raped her daughter, her back arching like a bow before collapsing. A red handprint bloomed on her pale flesh.
I've wanted to smack this ass since she was young.
He swallowed hard, watching it ripple with every thrust—the ass he'd eyed at Choi Ara's house, bursting from her jeans. Finally smacking it to his heart's content, Lee Seo-yoon collapsed on the bed, unable to bear the pain.
"Hnggh! Aak..."
As she spasmed faintly with moans of pain or pleasure, Kim Il-woo mounted her from behind, pinning her down and thrusting in again.
Slap!
"Heuk?!"
Using his weight to crush her, he locked her lower body with his legs, immobilizing her struggles. She couldn't even thrash satisfactorily.
"Ah, aaak...! S-so... deep...!"
A different depth and fullness than when her ass was raised. His weight drove him so deep it felt like he was hitting her organs. Lee Seo-yoon threw her head back to ease the pain, but each slap ripped silent screams from her gaping mouth.
"Guhk...?! Euk...! Heuk...?!"
She choked out broken moans, on the verge of passing out, as she took his cock. His hand overlaid hers, clenched on the sheets as if to tear them.
Grip!
"Hngh...!"
Their fingers intertwined like lovers linking pinkies—but one-sided, mirroring their relationship.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Faster, harder slams arched her head back endlessly. Too exhausted for moans, she just gaped and heaved.
"How's it feel getting fucked like a dog from behind?"
Whispering the situation in her dazed ear, Kim Il-woo felt her body stiffen rigidly.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Aaak! Haaangh! P-please...! Eeeeung!!!"
Her tearing moans pushed him toward climax too. His cock, stirring her soft depths, swelled, ready to unleash.
Lee Seo-yoon sensed it too in her whitening mind—the cock inside her bulging, pushing deeper. All her nerves focused on that savage sensation.
Slaaaam!
"Haaaaangh...??!!"
The beast atop her back slammed down harder than ever, the sound threatening to shatter the room.
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
The climaxing married woman's body lost control, bucking wildly. Her once-soft form went rigid, convulsing. From her clenched thighs, juices gushed, soaking the sheets in a lewd scent.
Beneath wide, tearing eyes, a tear of ecstasy or agony trailed down. Her saliva-slick mouth gaped helplessly in pleasure.
The forced pinky link. Like her, pinned under the beast, the wedding ring on her left ring finger screeched between fingers, threatening to snap.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Forcing her pussy walls open, semen surged through the condom. Her womb clenched hungrily, awaiting the hot lava flood—but only the swelling latex filled. Still, her walls squeezed and stimulated, pleasuring the beast to the end.
"Hng, eunggh...!"
Lee Seo-yoon collapsed with a deflating, exhausted moan. Her rigidly spasming legs, unable to even kick under the beast, went limp like a toy with dead batteries.
"Huuu..."
Kim Il-woo exhaled deeply, rising from her. Steam rose from their heated bodies.
Schlop.
Pulling from her fantastical ass, the cock dragged a long string of sticky juices clinging to the fluorescent condom.
"How tight can you get?"
Grinning at her pussy's reluctant grip, he tugged the condom free with a small twitch.
He peeled off the cum-filled sheath and tossed it onto the middle of her back.
Splat.
The juice-soaked fluorescent rubber stuck to her sweat-glistened back.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Too drained to swat the insult away, Lee Seo-yoon just lay there, heaving.
Kim Il-woo fetched a new condom and approached to defile his friend's mom again.
Lick.
He licked his lips to quench endless lust and mounted her once more. Soon, wet thuds and the cheap bed's creaks harmonized with her pathetic, gasping moans for hours.
The cold motel air turned sauna-hot.
"..."
On the cheap bed lay the married woman, ravaged by base lust for hours. Around her, colorful used condoms littered like a flowerbed. The semen-spewing blooms reeked of musky night flowers, overpowering her lavender scent.
"Ah, here it is."
The beast who'd feasted on his friend's mom rummaged her bag and found something fun: her employee ID.
He placed it on her semen-drenched lower belly and snapped a photo of her naked body and ID together.
"Like this..."
He slid it lower, over her still-drooling pussy, the ID teasing what lay beneath.
"Ara's mom came out great."
Surrounded by condom "flowers," the cum-soaked, passed-out married woman was perfectly captured on his phone. She'd passed out from the marathon fuck, unable to stop him including her personal info.
"I filled you up good. Or did I get fed?"
Kim Il-woo giggled childishly down at his fainted friend's mom.
"Per our deal, no creampie today, so contract signed, right? Don't worry—I'll work for what I got."
He gently stroked her tear-, snot-, drool-, and cum-smeared cheek, the tender act bizarrely affectionate from her ravager.
"Since we're official now, Ara's mom, one more?"
Like a couple's selfie, he pressed his face to her unconscious one and snapped extras.
"Too bad it's all aftershots."
While kneading her breast, he browsed the pics, sealing his formal contract with Lee Seo-yoon.