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"Do it here."
As her bra was tugged down beneath her breasts, Jung Na-yeon's full chest was revealed under the faint light inside the car. The cold air stiffened her nipples into tight peaks. Those luscious breasts looked so inviting he wanted to bury himself in them. When Hyun-soo's hands seized and kneaded the soft flesh, an unrestrained moan slipped from Na-yeon's lips.
"Ah... haaah......"
Na-yeon squeezed her eyes shut and twisted against the seat. The brush of Hyun-soo's breath against her ear sent goosebumps racing over her entire body.
"You're insane... seriously....."
She spat the words like a curse, yet there was no refusal in them. Her hands slid up his back and pulled him closer still.
The sound of a belt unbuckling rang through the car.
Na-yeon sucked in a sharp breath at the noise. Her heart hammered against her ribs as if it meant to break free.
With trembling fingers she hiked her skirt all the way up. Pale lavender lace panties peeked between her thighs, the crotch already dark and soaked through.
"Don't look.... it's embarrassing..."
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
She covered her face with one hand, yet her legs only spread wider. The driver's seat was too narrow; one foot braced against the door panel, the other hooked over the center console. When Hyun-soo tugged the panties aside she lifted her hips to help him. Cold air kissed her wet folds and her thighs jerked.
"Hurry..."
Na-yeon wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered urgently. The instant the head of his cock nudged her entrance she clenched her teeth and dug her fingers into his shoulders.
A thick, wet stretch filled the silence as her pussy opened around him. Her bare back slid across the leather with a soft squeak.
"Aaaah... haa.... all the way... inside.......!"
The words tumbled out between ragged breaths.
Hyun-soo began to move his hips and the driver's seat rocked in a steady rhythm. Na-yeon gripped the ceiling handle with one hand and used the other to pull his ass closer, matching his thrusts.
The creak of the seat mixed with the wet slap of skin on skin.
"Hyun-soo... ah.... there.... so deep... nghh.....!"
Her moans climbed higher. Their hot breath fogged the windshield until the night view outside blurred into a soft haze. When their upper bodies pressed flush, her bare breasts flattened against his bare chest.
"Aah... haaah... it's touching... all the way inside......"
The sensation of being completely filled and ground against made her legs tremble as if on the edge of cramp. Her inner walls clenched and dragged him deeper. The lewd wet sounds amplified inside the cramped cabin. Na-yeon clutched his back harder, holding him tighter still.
"Doing it in the car... hahh... turns me on.....!"
At his words she pressed her face against his and nodded.
"Me too... ah... I'm going crazy.......!"
Her voice cracked with something close to pleading.
The windshield was completely fogged; the night view had vanished. The car interior was thick with their body heat and breath, the air heavy with the mingled scents of her perfume and sweat. Every time Na-yeon's bare back slid across the seat it made a soft sound, while beneath her skirt the wet, rhythmic squelch continued. Each deep thrust sent fresh slickness spilling from her, trailing down her crotch and onto the seat.
"You're so tight... I can't... stop my hips.....!"
"There... all the way... inside... it's touching me... haaak...."
She tightened her grip on the ceiling handle and lifted her hips to adjust the angle. Every time he struck that deep place her pussy clenched hotly around him, and Hyun-soo panted with rising excitement.
"Hyun-soo.... ah... don't stop....!"
"Hahh!.. hah.... haaah!"
Na-yeon seized both of his hips and pulled him even deeper.
The car rocked with wet, rhythmic thuds that echoed through the parking lot, but Na-yeon no longer had room to care about the outside world. Heat coiled tight inside her; climax was rushing in. Her whole body drew taut and her legs locked around his waist.
"Ah... I'm... going to... come... haaak... ahhh!"
Her pussy convulsed wildly, sucking him in, and her back arched like a fish out of water as the orgasm crashed through her.
"Your pussy... is licking me... from the tip to the root... sucking me dry... hahh!"
Even after the peak her walls kept spasming, milking him root to tip as if determined to swallow every inch. Wet friction sounds filled the cabin with every pulse.
Hyun-soo only drove harder. Na-yeon squeezed her eyes shut and clung to his back.
"Aaaah... nghh.... it feels like... you're pushing even deeper... inside....!"
Her voice shook. Every time the head of his cock kissed that deepest spot her pussy clenched hotly. Already sensitive from one climax, even the lightest graze made her tremble.
"Come with me... Na-yeon... I'm... about to come... haaah!"
At the invitation she nodded and locked both arms around his neck.
"Me too... again... I'm going to... come......!"
Her legs tightened around his waist and dragged him in. One high heel clattered to the floor of the driver's side, but neither of them noticed. Slick fluid sprayed from the place where they joined every time their bodies slapped together, making lewd little sounds.
The seat beneath them gleamed with the wetness that had spilled.
"Haaaah...!!!"
When Hyun-soo buried himself to the root one final time, Na-yeon could not hold back her cry.
"Aaaah...!!!"
Hot come flooded the deepest part of her. The sensation of it striking her cervix and spreading made her whole body arch. Her walls clenched madly, sucking as if determined not to let a single drop escape, and she clung to his back through a second, shattering climax. Her legs shook beyond control; white light flashed behind her eyes and her mind went blank. For a long time they simply held each other, gasping.
Her breasts rose and fell hard against his bare chest. The windshield was so thoroughly fogged that nothing outside remained visible.
The car was thick with the sticky heat of sweat, come, and perfume.
She stroked his hair back from his forehead and whispered,
"Don't pull out... just a little longer... like this...."
She was still holding him inside her. Thick fluid had already begun to leak down her crotch and onto the driver's seat, but Na-yeon paid it no mind.
They stayed that way for a long while, simply savoring the afterglow.
"This is our second time. In a car."
"Yeah... hahh.. haaah..."
Na-yeon spoke again.
"It was like this on Bukak Skyway too. I'm not usually this kind of woman..."
Shame and self-mockery mixed equally in her voice.
"A married woman doing this with another man inside a car... I'm a complete crazy bitch."
She still felt him joined inside her and breathed in his scent.
"But... strangely, I like you more than I feel guilty."
"Yeah?"
"Mm..."
She nodded slowly.
"Everything I never felt once in ten years next to that man... I'm feeling all of it with you. It's ridiculous, honestly."
Her eyes grew moist, but she did not cry. Instead she pressed a light kiss to his lips.
"And you keep asking me to make spicy soft tofu stew, or stir-fried pork, or dakbokkeumtang... it should be annoying, but I like it."
"That's because you're a good cook, Na-yeon."
"That again?"
"I'm saying it because it's true."
"Tch..."
She stroked her palm down his back and smiled.
"I never knew cooking for someone could make me this happy."
Beyond the fogged windshield the faint, blurred lights of the night city swayed in her wet eyes.
"Hyun-soo."
"Yeah?"
"I know I shouldn't be doing this. A married woman shouldn't do this with another man."
She looked straight into his eyes.
"But I don't want to go back. To the time before you."
She kissed him again and whispered against his mouth,
"Let's go home. To our house."
On the living-room wall hung their wedding photograph. Jung Na-yeon stood in a white dress, smiling brightly. Beside her her husband faced the camera in a tuxedo. A thin film of dust had settled on the glass of the frame. Beyond that frame, through the closed door of the master bedroom, a regular creaking sound leaked out into the quiet living room.
"Ah... Hyun-soo... haaang... haaaah...!"
Na-yeon's moans slipped through the crack of the door and filled the silent living room.
In the wedding photo her husband's gaze seemed almost to be directed toward the bedroom, but that had simply been the angle from the beginning.
"Aaaah... there... all the way... inside.... ahh!"
Her voice rose higher.
The bed creaked faster, and the lewd sounds of their breathing grew louder to match.
"Harder... harder...!"
The urgent words were followed by the continuous wet slap of flesh. Once in the car, again after coming home. Na-yeon's body was already hypersensitive, yet she did not stop.
"So good... haaah.. Hyun-soo... ahhh!!!"
She called his name between ragged gasps.
The sound of sheets crumpling, the dull thud of a pillow hitting the floor, followed one after another.
"I'm... going to... come again... aaaang..."
"You can... hahh!... me too... I'm about to... come... haaah!!!"
Na-yeon's moans raced toward climax. The wedding-photo frame on the wall trembled faintly with the vibration.
"Inside... come inside... fill me....!"
Her trembling voice carried through the door.
A long, drawn-out cry from Na-yeon, and then the bed fell silent.
Only the sound of rough breathing drifted out from the master bedroom.