The Tattooed Muse
"I've decided what tattoo I'm going to get, Oppa." She kisses my neck, little pecks one after another. "Oppa, did you enjoy having sex with Yeong-sun?" As Yerim clings to me with a sorrowful expression, a ticklish sensation blooms in the corner of my heart, and I feel fantastic. The fact that she knows about my other hookups yet endures it—even going so far as to try harder to turn my attention back to her—is incredibly arousing. It’s that omnipotent feeling of holding the reins.
"Well, it was alright." The kisses on my neck start to drift lower. She licks her lips, then starts peppering me with wet, smacking kisses. My chest, my abs, my navel, my thighs. And then, she coats her tongue in saliva and licks my pubic hair. As the thicket of hair brushes against her, my hips tremble from a pleasure I’ve never experienced before. "I’m doing all this for you, so what could you possibly be missing?"
"Yeong-sun noona would do it too if I asked."
"But she can't make you feel as good as I do, can she?" Well, I suppose watching her struggle clumsily with a teary face has its own kind of appeal. But Yerim’s mouth is truly, incomparably sweeter and softer than Yeong-sun’s. The tip of her tongue knows exactly where to poke and prod to make me feel good. She stretches out the sensitive folds of skin, sucking on them with rhythmic pops. She focuses on the roots of my hair, then lifts my legs.
"I can really do anything for you. You can even post a video of it. I don't know why you bother sleeping with Yeong-sun noona." She whispers right in front of my crotch, her breath tickling my skin. My whole body anticipates what comes next. Even while complaining, Yerim begins to deep-throat my anus with her beautiful lips. Come to think of it, since Yerim was the one who linked our dreams, I have no reason to feel wronged. It’s my own doing. But I don't say that out loud. I just enjoy the kisses Yerim gives me under the covers.
Come to think of it, if I were actually dating Yerim, it would have taken a long time to receive this kind of foreplay, wouldn't it? Surprisingly, I enjoy this, and even the trivial act of eating a meal together is pleasant. Before I knew it, the thought, "Yerim is actually pretty great too," had taken root in my mind. Especially parts like this. As she sweeps her tongue around my anus, then traces the perineal line, she lets out ragged breaths, taking my testicles into her mouth and sucking on them. It’s not painful; it’s just wet. I can't see it, but I know my underside must be drenched in Yerim’s saliva. Meanwhile, her hands never rest, stroking the glans and the shaft. I’m so aroused that pre-cum is leaking from the tip. It’s a truly devoted rimjob.
"Ah, Oppa. Don't let it spill..." Suddenly, Yerim’s mouth moves up to suck on my tip. As if she doesn't want to waste even a drop of pre-cum, she purses her lips and kisses the end of my cock. The sticky fluid from my urethra disappears into her mouth. She doesn't stop there. This time, she changes positions, settling into a 69. If she was serving me from below earlier, now she wants to serve me from above.
"Oppa... you like it when I’m in pain, don't you? Use your tongue and torment me to your heart's content." Rather than the bikini-line waxing Yeong-sun noona prefers, I like Brazilian waxing better. Smooth skin. The elegant, porcelain-like mound of her pussy, and the parted pink crevice. I wrap my hands around her waist to pull her closer. "Ha-ah, ha-aaaah..." As my tongue moves along her pussy, Yerim’s waist shudders. I expose her clitoris, covered by its hood, and move up and down along the slit. She reacts beautifully when I tease her clit as if kissing it. "Ah-ung, ah. It feels good. I love it when Oppa kisses my crotch."
She doesn't forget to kiss my cock, either. Much more intensely. She bobs her head up and down, taking half of my shaft into her mouth, sucking and teasing. I can't lose, either. As I bury my tongue into her pussy lips, she forgets to shake her head and lets out a moan while still sucking on my cock. "Ugh-eu-eu-eut, eu-eu-eut." I thrust wildly, intentionally making lewd sounds as I suck up her juices. There’s no unpleasant smell. It feels more like drinking a transparent yogurt. Slightly sour, and fragrant like peaches. As I shake my tongue left and right, her waist sways in rhythm. I intentionally bite her mound a few times and stir the inner flesh, making her whole body tremble. When I pull away, her snow-white pussy is stained with red blotches. I don't stop there; I lick her anus as well. After I’ve covered every hole in her crotch with saliva, Yerim looks at me with sorrowful eyes. "C-clit, please torment it a little more. I think I’m going to come."
"Change your position." Being teased is good, but teasing is just as fun. I make Yerim spread her legs in an 'M' shape and press down hard on her clitoris with my tongue. Her clitoris is fully erect, clearly enjoying the oral stimulation. She’s so sensitive that her hips jerk every time I lick it. I lick her gently on purpose, and she spreads her legs wider, showing me the deeper crevices. She’s completely at ease, receiving the pleasure. "Oppa, it feels good, ah-eu, just a little more, ah-woo, ah, ah-ah-!" When I bite down slightly with my teeth, she lets out a shriek—"Hiiiiiik!"—and clenches her whole body. It must feel like an electric shock to her sensitive erogenous zone. But pain brings intense pleasure. She reaches her climax the moment I bite her clit. With her pretty face flushed red, she grabs her knees and trembles. Her chest heaves violently as she catches her breath. I roll her pretty pink nipples with my tongue and suck on her large breasts. I need more, even greater pleasure.
"What a completely lewd pussy, coming just from foreplay."
"I-I hate it when you say that... please be a little gentler..." At Yerim’s tear-choked voice, more blood rushes to my cock. I press my fully erect shaft against her pussy slit and tease her. "Should I be gentle?"
"Yes, yes. I want to make Oppa happy. I even decided on the tattoo, remember?" Oh, a tattoo. That’s not bad. What are you going to do? I whisper in her ear, inserting only the glans to gauge Yerim’s reaction. She’s lost her mind, her eyes unfocused as my cock gently taps the entrance of her pussy. "Ha-eu, ha-ah... I’ll do it like Emily, the one you always look at on Instagram."
Yerim knows my tastes like a ghost. I swallow hard. Instagram model Emily. Bewitching eyes, wavy hair, thick lips, a voluptuous body. If Yerim is a cat-like beauty, Emily is... well, more obscene. According to a fifty-something Facebook troll who got sued, "In the old days, that woman would have had eight kids. With those lips spread wide and those sleepy eyes, she’s the type who can’t sleep without a cock. Her pubic hair must be as black as soot. Still, her pelvis is wider than my shoulders, so she’d pop out babies like nothing. I’ll stop here because I’m afraid of being sued." That’s why he got sued... But the most striking thing about Emily is the tattoos covering her body. A garter belt tattoo on her left thigh, pink ribbons on both sides of her front pelvis, a rose on her shoulder, a floral vine circling her waist, a butterfly between her breasts, and rumors of even more. She wants to get tattoos like that?
"A-are you going to do all of them?"
"Not all of them. Oppa, you always steal glances at Emily’s thighs, don't you? And her front pelvis. I’m going to get them in those two spots. And your date of birth on my collarbone." Yerim whispers into my ear. She rubs her finger over her upper left thigh, barely 4-5cm away from her pussy, and tells me, "I’m going to engrave a garter belt tattoo right here." She says she’ll work in black, draw the strings in the back, and fill it with intricate lace. She’ll add a rose pattern, too, with two points of red and pink. "So I’ll have to wear super short shorts and super short skirts every day. When I wear a skirt, my underwear will show even if I move just a little. How is that, Oppa?"
The mere imagination of Yerim getting those tattoos and showing them off to others makes my cock harden even more. Yerim senses this, and she clenches and releases her crotch, swallowing my cock deeper. "Oppa, you’re that kind of person, aren't you? Someone who scribbles on a high-end work of art. You want to show it off that much... saying, 'This art piece is nothing. I can do whatever I want with it.'" She stimulates my glans by pressing down with her pussy. The sensation of her soft vaginal walls makes my cock ache with how hard it is. "Oppa, I told you, didn't I? I’d let you do whatever you want. Just say the word anytime. You can tattoo me anywhere, pierce me anywhere. You can even hit me until I cry, or take me for a walk with nothing but my underwear on." She pauses for a moment. "So, don't neglect me just because you’re playing around with Yeong-sun noona. You hear me?"
"There’s no way in hell I’d ever neglect you, Yerim." I couldn't hold back any longer, so I thrust deep. Her wet pussy, so wet it made a splashing sound, took my cock deep inside. Yerim twists her head and buries her face in my shoulder. I enjoy the sensation of her moist vaginal walls and slowly thrust in and out. I don't know much, having only had experience with Yerim and Yeong-sun noona, but is this what they call a 'divine vessel'? Yerim’s tightly closed pussy felt like it would squeeze even a pinky finger. And now, with my thick, stake-like member inside, I’m truly losing my mind. Yet, Yerim doesn't say a word about it hurting. Even while frowning, she lets out constant moans, as if it feels good. As I slide my 25cm member in and out, she opens her eyes wide and drips with juices. "Yerim, does it feel good?"
"Yes, yes. I really want to die like this, being fucked, Kang-min Oppa. I love Kang-min Oppa’s cock so much—"